The Green Forest tribune., 1915-02-19

When I fight you, I'll fight for myself, not for a bunch of damned murderers Just now, I've got other business. That man framed this up!" He pointed a lean finger across the table into the startled countenance of MT. Farbish. He knew! He has been working on this job for a month I'm going to attend to his case now"
 As Samson started toward Farbish, the conspirator rose, and. with an ex- cellent counterfeit of insulted virtue, pushed back his chair.
 By Cod" he indignantly exclaimed, you mustn't try to embroil me in your quarrels. You must apologize. You are talking wildly. South"
 Am F" questioned the Kentuckian, quietly; I'm going to act wildly in minute"
 He halted short distance from Far bish, and drew from his pocket a crumpled scrap of the offending maga- zine page: the item that had offended Horton.
 'I may not have good manners, Mister Farbish, but where I come from we know how to handle varmints." He dropped his voice and added for the plotters ear only: Here's a little matter on the side that concerns only us. It wouldn't interest these other gentlemen" He opened his hand. and added: Here, eat that!"
 o,.hi hich fr{o r1o at the set face of the man who was ad- vancing upon him, leaped back, and drew from his pocket pistol-it was an exact counterpart of the one with which he had supplied Samson.
 With a panther-like swiftness, the Kentuckian leaped forward, and struck up the weapon, which spat one in- effective bullet into the rafters. There was momentary scuffie of swaying bodies and crash under which the table groaned amid the shattering of glass and china. Then, slowly, the conspirators body bent back at the waist, until it's shoulders were stretched on the disarranged cloth, and the white face, with purple veins swelling on the forehead stared up between two brown hands that gripped its throat
 Swallow that!" ordered the noun taineer.
 For just an instant, the company stood dumfounded, then strained. unnatural voice broke the silence
 Stop him, he's going to kill the mani"
 The odds were four to two, and with sudden rally to the support of their chief plotter, the other conspira- tors rushed the figure that stood throt- ting his victim. But Samson South was in his element. The dammed-up wrath that had been smoldering dur ing these last days was having tenn pestuous outlet. He had found men who, in a gentlemen's club to which he had come as guest, sought to use him as catspaw and murderer.
 AS they assaulted him, en masse, he seized a chair, and swung it fail like about his head. For few mo- ments, there was a crashing of glass and china, and chatter of furniture and chaos of struggle
 Samson South stood for moment panting in a scene of wreckage and disorder The table was filtered with shivered glasses and decanters and chinaware The furniture was scat tered and overturned. Farbish was weakly leaning to one side in the seat to which he had made his way The men who had gone down under the heavy blows of the chair lay quietly where they had fallen.
 Wilfred Horton stood waiting. The whole affair had transpired with such celerity and speed that he had hardly understood it, and had taken no part But, as he met the gaze of the dis ordered figure across the wreckage of a dinnertable. he realized that now.