The Spectator., 1915-12-03
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CHAPTER Ii-Continued.
 It's Havey," he said slowly, but hereabouts I've got another name that's better known" He paused, then added with hardened timbre of voice, as though bent on making defi- ant what would otherwise sound like confession: It's Bad Anse"
 \ The girl recoiled, as though under physical shock. It seemed to her that every way she turned she was to meet staggering disappointments. She had spoken almost pleadingly to the man with whom she could make no terms-the man whose arrogant power and lawless influence she must break and paralyze before her own regime could find standing-room in these hills.
 Yet. as she looked at him standing there. and stiffened resolutely. she ,copld say nothing except "Oh!"
 himto the monosyllable crept many thihgs: repulsion, defiance and cha grin for her mistake. and in recogni- .ttoO of them all the bronzed features of the man hardened a little and into the cool eyes snapped sparkle of the sleeping fires she had divined.
 T made my suggestion to the wrong man." she said steadily. 'I misunder- stood you. l thought you said you wanted peace"
 He swung himself to the saddle again; then, as he gathered up his reins, he turned, and in his utterance was immovable steadiness and gla- cial coldness. together with a ring of contempt and restrained anger.
 T did say that. and by God AL mighty, l meant just what I said do want peace in these mountains but l ain't never found no way yet to get peace without tightin' for it"
 She saw him ride away into the moonlight, with his shoulders very straight and the battered felt hat very high, and she looked neither to right nor left as he went until the mists had swallowed him.
 For long time while she sat there on the stile gazing across the steep banks between which the waters of Tribulation slipped along in a tide of tarnished quicksilver and beyond which rose the near ridges of blue and the far. dim ridges of gray.
 At her back she knew that the fam fly and the missionary were sitting in talk.
 She sat there with her hands clasped about her updrawn knees as she used to sit when some childhood grief had weighed upon her.
 She could not shake out of her mind the humiliation of having shown her weakest side to Bad Anse Havey It was some satisfaction to remember the offended stiffening of his shoul- ders and the smoldering fire in his eyes. She had heard much of the strong. easily hurt pride of these mountain men--a pride which made them walk in strange surroundings with upright heads and eyes. challeng- ing criticism of their uncouthness She had first appealed to this man, but at least she had also stung him with her scorn. Now they would be open enemies.
 She knew that this young man, in country where every man was poor and no man pauper, owned great tracts of land that yielded only sparse crops with the most arduous coaxing She knew that under his rocky acres slept a great wealth of coal. and that above them grew noble and virgin forests of hardwood. The coming of railroads and development would make him a rich man. Yet he stood there. seemingly prizing above al, those magnificent certainties the empty boast of feudal chieftainship Yet he was a man. With that thought came an unwelcome comparison. She thought of someone whom she had loved--and sent away-and of their leave-taking. That man had had every gentle attribute which this man lacked All that universities, travel and ancestry can give had shown out in his bearing his manners, his voice and the expression of his eyes.
 There had been time when she had wavered in her determination to devote herself to the mission for which she had been educated. She thought that this man might be more impor- tant than any mission; that life with him might be full enough Then had come the discovery, which at first she had rebelliously denied. but which forced itself hatefully upon her reali- zation. Despite his unchallengea ole charm and gentility. he was. after all. not quite man. When she had ad- mitted that beyond dispute. she had turned. sickened. from the life which she could not contemplate without him. The man whom she thought she loved was empty and fine. like swordless sheath" Very we'll. she would turn to the work of putting an edge on the sturdier metal of raw