The Spectator., 1915-11-23
CHAPTER VIII.

AS days grew into weeks Bad Anse Havey heard nothing of the establish ing of school at the head of Tribula- tion, though all the gossip of the coun- tryside which might interest dicta- tor filtered through the valleys to his house.
 He smiled little over the. copy of Plutarch's S Lives" which was the com panion of his leisure moments. and held his counsel. While he thought of Juanita herself with a resentment which sprang from hurt pride, he felt for her, as a menace to his power, only contempt.
 But Juanita's resolve had in no wise weakened. She had seen that her original ideas had all been chaotic and born of ignorance, so she occupied her self. like good and patient general, in pulling all the pins out of her little war map and drafting completely new plan of campaign.
 With Good Anse Talbott she rode up dwindling watercourses to the novels of the "branchwater folks" and across hills wheresoever the cry of sickness or distress called him, and since his Introduction was an open sesame, she found welcomes where she went.
 And soon this figure, that walked with an almost lyric grace, yet with boyish strength and litheness, became familiar along the roads and trails.
 Instead of asking, Who thought thet be-" mountaineers nodded and said 'Thet's her" and some women added God bless thet child"
 She had been into many gloomy cabins that repelled the brightness of the summer sun, and she had been more like sunlight than anything that had ever come through their narrow doors before.
 She sometimes rode over to the cabin of Fletch McNash and brought little Dawn back with her to spend day or two. The turin" girl and the mountain girl wandered together in the woods, and Dawns diffidence gave way and her adoration grew. Twice Juanita found another visitor at the McNash cabin-Bad Anse Havey He recognized her only with a naughty nod, like that of an Indian chief, and she gave him in return a slight incli- nation of her head, accompanied by a glance of starry contempt in her violet eyes. Yet, ill the attitude of the noun taineers to the man, she saw such hero-worship as might have been ac- corded to some democratic young monarch walking freely among his subjects.
 Once Fletch said: "Ma'am, how's yore school a-comin' on? Air ye git tin things started ter suit ye?"
 Juanita flushed.
 Not yet" she answered. I'm try ing to get acquainted first. When do start, I hope to make up for lost time."
 ''I reckon thet school will be a right good thing over thar; don't ye low so Anse?" Fletch's good-natured density had not recognized the hos tility between his two guests.
 Anse laughed quietly.
 'I reckon he said, 50 long as the lady just keeps on sayin not yet thar won't be no harm done. I don't quar- rel with dreams"
 The lady flushed, and hot retort rose to her lips, but she only smiled.
 'Tm biding my time, Fletch," she assured him. My dream will come true"
 But for this dreams fulfIlment she must have land. There must be dormi- tories for boys and girls, and play grounds where muscles and brains, grown slow from heavy harness, could be quickened. She fancied herself listening to the laughter of children who had not before learned to laugh.
 But as she made inquiries of land holders whom price might tempt to sell, she was met everywhere with a reserve which puzzled her until bare footed and slouching farmer gave her a cue to it's cause
 This man rubbed his brown toe in the dust and spoke in lowered voice
 q don't mind tellin' ye thet I'd be plumb willin ter sell out an move" His eyes shone greedily as he added: Fer a fair figger, but moughtn't live ter move eff sold out.
 What do you mean?" she asked, much puzzled
 Wall, l wouldn't hardly like ter hev this travel back ter Bad Anse. but I've