The vidette. (Iuka, Tishomingo County, Miss.) 1912-1967, 1915-09-09

a declaration OF wer. II was as though
1 he had posed her as the Spirit Of tho
! Cumberlands.
He waited until she should be
calmer.
You don't understand me. Miss
Sally. I'm not trying to take Samson
away from you. If man should lose
girl like you, he couldn't gain enough
In the world to make UP for it. All
want is that he shall have the chance
to make the best Of his life"
Il reckon Samson don't need ne
fotched-on help ter make folks &C.
/ knowledge him"
Every man needs his chance. He
can be great painter-but that's the
least part of 1t. He can come bach
equipped for anything that life offers.
Here, he is wasted"
"Ye mean"-she put the question
with a hurt quaver in her voice-"ye
mean we all haint good enough for
Samson
mo. only mean that Samson wants
to grow-and he needs space and new
scenes in which to grow. | want TO
take him where he can see more of the
world-not only little section of the
world. Surely, you are not distrustful
OF Samson's loyalty? l want him to go
with me for while, and see life"
Don't we say hit" The defiance in
her voice was being pathetically tan.
gled up with the tears. She was
speaking in a transport of grief. Don't
ye say hit. Take anybody else-take
'em all down thar, but leave US Sam.
son. We needs him hyar. We've jest
got ter have Samson hyar"
She faced him still with quivering
lips, but in another moment, with
sudden sob, she dropped to the rock.
and buried her face in her crossed
arms. He went over and softly laid
a hand on her shoulder.
Miss Sally" he began.
She suddenly turned on him tear
stained, Infatuated face, stormy with
blazing eyes and wet cheeks and
trembling lips.
Don't touch me-" she Cried don't
ye dare ter touch me! hain't nothin'
but gal--but / reckon l could most
tear We ter pieces. Ye're jest pizen
snake, anyhow" Then, she pointed
tremulous finger off up the road. cit
away from hyar," she commanded 81
don't never want ter see ye again.
Ye're tryin' ter steal everything |
loves. Git away, tells ye!-git away
--begone!"
Think it over" urged Lescott, quiet
ly See If your heart doesn't say l am
Samson's friend-and yours" He
turned, and began making his way
over the rocks; but, before he had
gone far, he sat down to reflect upon
the situation. Certainly, he was not
augmenting his popularity. A half
hour later, he heard rustic, and,
turning, saw Sally standing not far off.
She was hesitating at the edge OF the
underbrush, and Lescott read in her
eyes the effort 1t was costing her to
come forward and apologize.
81 reckon-I reckon I've got ter ask
yore pardon" she said, slowly and with
labored utterance. He looked up to
see her standing with her head droop-
ing and her fingers nervously pulling
flower to pieces.
Il reckon / hain't a plumb fool. l
knows tibet Samson's got right ter
eddication Anyhow, knows he wants
hit"
Education" said the man, isn't GO
ing to change Samson except to make
him finer than he is-and more
capable"
She shook her head. Il hain't got
no eddication.' she answered. Hits
a-goin' ter make him too good fer me.
reckon hits a-goin' ter jest about
kill me. 3. :" Her lips twisted
themselves into pathetic smile again,
and her chin came stifIly up. But"
she added, determinedly, tibet don't
make no difference, nohow."
Yet, when Samson that evening gave
his whippoorwill call at the Widow
Millers cabin, he found a detected and
miserable girl sitting on the stile, with
her chin propped in her two hands and
her eyes full of somberness and fore
boding.
What's the matter, Sally?" ques-
toned he, anxiously. Hes that low
down Tamarack Spicer been round
here tellin' ye some more stories ter
poster ye?"
She shook her head in silence.
Usually, she bore the brunt of their
conversations, Samson merely agree
ing with, or overruling, her in lordly
brevities. The boy climbed up and sat
beside her.
"Thar.s a-goin. ter he .. dancin'
party over ter Vile McCagerTs mill
come Saturday" he insinuatingly sug-
gested. Il reckon yen go over thar
with me, won't ye, Sally?"
He waited for her usual delighted
assent, but Sally only told him absent
ly and without enthusiasm that she
would study about it," At last, how
ever, her restraint broke, and, looking
up. she abruptly demanded:
Air We a-goin away. Samson?"
Who's been a-talkin' ter ye?" de-
manded the boy, angrily.
For a moment, the girl sat silent.
Finally, she spoke in a grave voice
Hit hain't nothin' ter git mad about,
Samson The artist man lowed as how
We had right ter go down thar, an
git an eddication." She made weary
gesture toward the great beyond.
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