Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-04-16
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fight ag'in an then, std Of tramplin'
on us, he turned right round, an
made me a deputy. My brothers
corporal in this hyar new-fangled mi
lishy. 1 reckon this time the peace Is
goin' ter last Hits a mighty funny
way ter act, but pears like it works
all right"
Then, at the ridge, the girls heart
gave a sudden bound, for there at the
highest point, where the road went up
and dipped again, waited the mounted
figure of Samson South, and, as they
came into sight, he waved his felt hat
and rode down to meet them.
"Greetings!" he shouted. Then, as
he leaned over and took Adrienne's
hand, he added: 1.-The Goops send you
their welcome" His smile was un-
changed, but the girl noted that his
hair had again grown long.
Finally, as the sun was setting, they
reached a roadside cabin, and the
mountaineer said briefly to the other
men:
you fellows ride on. want Dren-
ME to stop with me moment. Well
join you latter"
Lescott nodded. He remembered the
cabin of the Widow Miller, and Hor-
ton rode with him, albeit grudgingly.
Adrienne sprang lightly to the
ground, laughingly rejecting Samson's
assistance, and came with him to the
top of the stile, from which he pointed
to the log cabin, set back in its small
yard, wherin geese and chickens pick
ed industriously about in the sandy
earth.
A huge poplar and great oak nod
ded to each other at either side Of the
door, and over the walls a clambering
profusion of honeysuckle vine con-
tended with a mass Of wild grape, in
joint effort to hide the white chink-
ing between the dark logs. From the
crude milk-benches to the sweep of
the we'll, every note was one Of neat
ness and rustic charm. Slowly, he
said, looking straight into her eyes:
This is Sally's cabin, Drennie."
He watched her expression, and her.
lips curved up in the same sweetness
of smile that had first captivated and
helped to mold him.
Its lovely" she cried. with frank
delight. IT'S a picture"
Wait" he commanded. Then, turn
ing toward the house, he sent out the
long, peculiarly mournful call Of the
whippoorwill, and, at the signal, the
door opened, and on the threshold
Adrienne saw a slender figure. She
had called the cabin with it's shaded
dooryard q picture, but now she knew
she had been wrong. 1t was only a
background. 1t was the girl herself
who made and completed the picture.
She stood there in the wild simplicity
that artists seek vainly to reproduce
in posed figures. Her red calico dress
was patched, but fell in graceful lines
to her slim bare ankles, though the
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Her red-brown hair hung loose and
in masses about the oval Of a face in
which the half-parted lips were dashes
of scarlet, and the eyes large violet
pools She stood with her little chin
tilted in a half-mild attitude of recon-
noiter, as a fawn might have stood.
One brown arm and hand rested on
the door frame, and, as she saw the
other woman, she colored adorably.
Adrienne thought she had never
seen so instinctively and unaffectedly
lovely a face or figure. Then the girl
came down the steps and ran toward
them.
"Drennie," said the man, this is
Sally. l want you two to love each
other" For an instant, Adrienne Les
colt stood looking at the mountain
girl. and then she opened both her
arms.
Sally" she cried. you adorable
child, | do love you!"
The girl in the calico dress raised
her face. and her eyes were glistening.
I'm obleeged ter ye," she faltered.
Then. with open and wondering ad-
miration she stood gazing at the first
fine lady" upon whom her glance had
ever fallen.
Samson went over and took Sally's
hand
"Drennie," he said, softly, lis there
the matter with herr
Adrienne Lescott shook here head.
Il understand" she said.
~ sent the others on" he went on
quietly. because l wanted that first
we three should meet alone. George
and Wilfred are going to stop at my
uncle's house, but, unless you'd rather
have it otherwise. Sally wants you
here"
"Do l stop now?" the girl asked.
Rut the man shook his head.
II want you to meet my other peo-
pie first"
AS they rode at a walk along the lit
Tie SlllSu VI Iotu ltll W lHtlil, lHt man
turned gravely.
"Drennie," he began, 'she waited
for me. all those years. What 1 was
helped to do by such splendid friends
as you and your brother and
Wilfred, she was back here trying to
do for herself. l told you back there
the night before ! left that | was
afraid to let myself question my feel
ings toward you. Do you remember"
She met his eyes, and her own eyes
were frankly smiling.
You were very complimentary,
Samson" she told him. IL warned
you then that it was the moon talk
ing"
NO" he said firmly, lit was not
the moon. | have since then met that
fear and analyzed it. My feeling for
you is the best that a man can have,
the honest worship of friendship.
And" he added, II have analyZed your
feeling for me, too, and, thank God.
| have the same friendship from you
Haven't I?'
For a moment she OnlV nodded: but