The Green Forest tribune., 1915-02-12

cer?" demanded the girl, in genuine anxiety. Every one along Misery called the old man Unc' Spicer.
 T can't jest make out" Her fn- former spoke slowly, and his brow cor rugated into something like sLllen- ness. He ain't jest to say sick. Thet is, his organs seems all right, but he don't pear to have no heart fer nothin', and his victuals don't tempt him none He's jest puny, thet's all"
 I'll go over thar, an see him." an- nounced the girl. I'll cook chicken thet'n tempt him."
 The girl spent much time after that at the house of old Spicer South, and her coming seemed to waken him into fitful return of spirits.
 T reckon, Unc' Spicer." suggested the girl, on one of her first visits, I'd better send fer Samson. Mebby hit mout do ye good ter see him."
 The old man was weakly leaning back on his chair, and his eyes were vacantly listless; but at the sugges- tion, he strengthened, and the ancient fire came again to his face.
 Don't ye do hit" he exclaimed, al- most fiercely ''I knows ye mean hit kindly, Sally, but don't ye neddle in my business
 1T didn't low ter meddle." fal- tered the girl
 No, little gal" His voice softened at once into gentleness. T knows ye didn't didn't mean ter be short answered with ye either, but thar's jest one thing won't low nobody ter do-an' thet's ter send fer Samson. He knows the road home, an. when he wants ter come, he'll find the door open. but we hain't a-goin' ter send alter him."
 Wilfred Horton found himself that fall in the position of a man whose course lies through rapids, and for the first time in his life his pleasures were giving precedence to business.
 Horton was the most-hated and most admired man in New York, but the men who hated and snubbed him were his own sort, and the men who ad- mired him were those whom he would never meet, and who knew him only Powerful enemies had ceased to laugh, and begun to conspire. He must be silenced! How, was mooted ques- tion. But, in some fashion, he must be silenced. Society had not cast him out, but society had shown him longer her favorite. He had taken a plebeian stand with the masses. Mean while, from various sources, Horton had received warnings of actual per sonal danger But at these he had laughed, and no hint of them had reached Adriennes ears.
 One evening, when business had forced the postponement of dinner engagement with Miss Lescott, he begged her over the telephone to ride with him the following morning. T know you are usually asleep when I'm out and galloping," he laughed but you pitched me neck and crop into this hurly-burly, and l shouldn't have to lose everything Don't have your horse brought. I want you to try out a new one of mfne."
 ''I think" she answered, that early morning is the best time to ride. I'll meet you at seven at the Plaza en trance"
 They had turned the upper end of the reservoir before Horton drew his mount to walk, and allowed the reins to hang. They had been galloping hard, and conversation mad been i'm. practicable.
 T suppose experience should have taught me-" began Horton, slowly, that the most asinine thing in the world is to try to lecture you, Drennie But there are times when one must even risk your delight at ones dis comfiture."
 I'm not going to tease you this morning." she answered, docilely. q like the horse too well-and, to be frank, 1 like you too well!"
 Thank you" smiled Horton. "As usual, you disarm me on the verge