The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1915-03-25


CHAPTER II-samson South and sally,
taking Lescott to Samson'R home, are met
by Spleen South, head OF The family, who
tells them that Jesse PurVy has been shot
and that Samson IL suspected o. thS
crime Samson denies it.
CHAPTER IIT-The ahootinR Of Jesse
Purvy breaks the truce In the HOLMAN
South feud.
CHAPTER Iv-samson reprovos TamA-
rack Spicer for telling Sally that Jim
Holman is on the trail with bloodheunds
hunting the man who shot PuVvy.
CHAPTER v-The bloodhounds lose the
trail at Spicer south's door. Lescott dis
covers artistic ability in Samson. While
skstohing with Lescott on the mountain,
Tamarack discovers Samson to Jeerin9
crowd of mountaineers, Samson thrashNs
him and denounces him as the truce
buster who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER What the dance samson
tells the South clan he 10 going to leave
the mountains. Lescott goes homo to
New York. Samson bids Spicer and Sally
farewell and follows.
CHAPTER VIII-In New York Samson
studies art and learns much of city ways.
Drennie Lescott persuades Wilfred Hor-
ton, her dilettante lover, to do mans
Work IN the world.
CHAPTER Ix-Prompted by her love,
Sally teaches herself to write Horton
throws himself into the business world
and becomes well hated by predatory
1nanciers and politicians. At Bohemian
resort Samson meets William Farblsh,
sporty social parasite, and Horizons enc
my.
esting themselves over a chafing dish.
The crowd was typical A few very
minor writer's and artists, model or
two, and several women who had
thinking parts in current Broadway
productions.
At eleven o'clock the guests of honor
arrived in a taxicab. They were Mr.
William Farbish and Miss Winlfred
Starr. Having come, as they explained,
direct from the theater where Miss
Starr danced in the first row, they
were in evening dress Samson men,
tally acknowledged, though with in
stinctive disfavor for the pair, that
both were, in a way, handsome. Col
lasso drew him aside to whisper i'm
portantly:
Make yourself agreeable to Farbish.
He is received in the most exclusive
society, and Is connoisseur Of art.
If he takes fancy to you, he will
put you up at the best clubs. think
/ shall sell him landscape"
The girl was talking rapidly and
loudly. She had at once taken the
center of the room. and her laughter
rang in free and egotistical pealS
above the other voices.
Come. said the host, II shall pre-
sent you"
The boy shook hands, gazing with
his usual directness into the show
girls large and deeply.penciled eyes.
Farbish, standing at one side with
his hands in his pockets, looked on
with an air Of slightly bored detach-
ment.
His dress, his mannerisms, his bear
ing, were all those of the man who has
overstudied his part. They were too |
perfect, too obviously rehearsed |
Through years of social climbing, but |
that was defect Samson was not |
Eet prepared to recognize.
Someone had naively complimented |
Miss Starr on the leopard-skin cloak
she had just thrown from her shapely
shoulders, and she turned promptly
and vivaciously to the fiatterer.
1T is nice, isn't itY she prattled.
at may look a little up-stage for girl
who hasn't got line to read into
the piece, but these days one must
get the spotlight, or be a dead one.
1t reminds me of little run-in had
with Graddy-he's our stage-director,
you know" She paused, awaiting the
invitation to proceed, and, having re-
ceived 1t, went gayly forward Il was
ten minutes late, one day, for rehears-
al, and Grady came up with that Sar-
castle manner of his, and said Miss
Starr, l don't doubt you are a perfect
" nice girl, and all that, but it rather
gets my goat to figure out how, ON
q salary of fifteen dollars week,
you come to rehearsals In million
dollars worth of clothes, riding in
limousine-and ten minutes laten"
She broke off with the eager little
expression of awaiting applause, and,
having been satisfied, she added: Il
was afraid that wasn't going to get a
laugh, after all"
She glanced inquiringly at Samson.
who had not smiled, and who stood
looking puzzled.
"a penny for your thoughts, Mr..
South, from down South" she chal.
enged.
Il guess I'm sort of like Mr.. Grad
~" said the boy, slowly. 81 was just
how you do do It,"
He spoke with perfect seriousness,
md, after moment, the girl broke
nto prolonged peal of laughter.
"oh, you are delicious!" she ex.
claimed. IF | could do the ingenue
ike that, believe me, I'd make some
lit" She came over, and, laying a
land on each of the boys shoulders
dssed him lightly on the cheek.
That's for a droll boy!" she said.
That's the best Line I've heard pulled Z
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