Sioux County pioneer. (Fort Yates, Sioux County, N.D.) 1914-1929, 1915-04-16

That's lie!" said the girl. scorn.
fully. There's Just one man living
that's smart enough to match Jesse
Purvy-an' that one man is Sam
son. Samson's got the right to lead
the Souths. and he's going to do it-ef
ne wants to-"
Sally" Vile McCager spoke. sooth.
ingly. don't go gittin' mad. Caleb
talks hasty. We knows We used ter
be Samson's gal. an we hain't amin
ter hurt yore feelin's. But Samson's
done left the mountings. l reckon
ct he wanted ter come back, he'd
a-come afore now. Let him stay whar
he's at"
"Whar is he att" demanded old Ca
leb Wiley. in truculent voice.
That's his business" Sally flashed
back. but l know. All want to tell
you is this. Don't you make move
till l have time to get word to him.
tell you, he's got to have his say"
Il reckon we hain't a-goin' ter wait"
sneered Caleb, FER a Teller tibet won't
let hit be known whar he's a.sojournin'
at. Eff We air so shore Of him, why
won't yet tell us whar he is now?"
That's my business, too" Sally's
voice was resolute. I've got a letter
here-it'll take two days to get to
Samson. It'll take him two or three
days more to get here. You've got to
wait week."
Sally" the temporary chieftain
spoke still in a patient, humoring sort
of voice. as to tempestuous child,
thar hain't no place ter mail a letter
higher then Hixon. No South can't
ride inter Hixon. an ride out again.
The mail carrier won't be down this
way fer two days yit."
Tin not askin' any South to ride
into Hixon. recollect another time
when Samson was the only one that
would do that" she answered, still
scornfully. Il didn't come here to ask
favors. come to give orders-for
him. A train leaves soon in the morn.
ing. My letters goin' on that train. /"
Who's goin' ter take hit ter town
fer ye!"
'I'm goin' to take it for myself. -
Her reply was. given as a matter of
course.
THAT wouldn't hardly be safe, Sal.
ly." the miller demurred; this hain't
no time fer gal ter be galavantin'
around by herself in the night time.
Hits a-comin up ter storm, an we've
got thirty miles ter ride. an thirty-five
back ter yore house."
I'm not scared" she replied. I'm
goin' an I'm warnin' you now, il you
do anything that Samson don't like,
you'll have to answer to him, when he
comes She turned, walking very
erect and dauntless to her sorrel mare,
and disappeared at a gallop.
II reckon" said Vile McCager,
breaking silence at last. hit don't
make no great dif'rence. He won't
hardly come. nohow." Then, he added
But thet boy is smart"
Samson's return from Europe, after
q years study. was in the nature Of
a moderate triumph. With the art
sponsorship Of George Lescott and the
social sponsorship Of Adrienne. he
found that orders for portraits. from
those who could pay munificently
seemed to seek him. He was tasting
the novelty Of being lionized.
That summer Mrs. Lescott opened
her house on Long Island early, and
the life there was full of the sort Of
gayety that comes to pleasant places
when young men In flannels and girls
in soft summary gowns and tanned
cheeks are playing wholesomely and
singing tunefully and making love
not too seriously.
Samson. tremendously busy these
days In new studio of his own. had
run over for week. Horton was, Of
course, of the party. and George Les.
colt was doing the honors as host.
One evening Adrienne left the dane
ers for the pergolA,, where she took
refuge under a mass of honeysuckle.
Samson South followed her. She
saw him coming, and smiled. She was
contrasting this Samson. loosely clad
in flannels. with the Samson she had
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her in the studio.
you should have stayed inside and
made yourself agreeable to the girls.
Adrienne reproved him, as he came
up. whats the use of making lion
Of you, II you won't roar for the Wis.
itors?"
1--WE been roaring" laughed the
man. "1've Just been explaining to
! Miss Willoughby that we only eat the
people we kill in Kentucky on certain
days Of solemn observance and sacri-
flee. wanted to be agreeable to you.
Drennie, for while.
DO you ever find yourself homesick.
Samson, these days?"
The man answered with q short
laugh. Then his words came softly.
and not his own words, but those Of
one more eloquent:
"'Who hath desired the sea? Her ex-
| cellent loneliness rather
Than the forecourts of kings. end her