The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1915-03-18

struck into the hills. Men at whose
houses they paused to ask dipper OF
water, or to make an inquiry, grayely
advised that they had better light and
stay all night" In the colorlng for.
ests, squirrels scampered and scurried
out of sight, and here and there on the
tall slopes they saw shy-looking chill
dren regarding them with inquisitive
eyes.
The guide led them silently, gazing
in frank amazement, though with defer
entail politeness. at this girl in cord
uroys. who rode cross-saddle, and rode
so well. Yet, 1t was evident that ne
would have preferred talking had not
difidence restrained him. He was a
young man and rather handsome In a
shaggy, unkempt way. Across one
cheek ran long scar still red. and
the girl, looking into his clear, intelli'
gent eyes, wondered what that scar
stood for. Adrienne had the power
Of melting masculine difiidence, and
her smile as she rode at his side, and
asked, What is your name?" brought
an answering smile to his grim lips.
"Joe HOLMAN. maam." he answered /;
and the girl gave an involuntary start.
The two men who caught the name
closed up the gap between the horses,
with suddenly piQued interest.
"Hollman!" exclaimed the girl
Then. you" She stopped and
flushed q beg your pardon" she
said, quickly.
That's all right" reaesured the
man. Il know what ye're a-thinkin',
but / haint takin' no offense. The high
sheriff sent me over. I'm one OF bis
deputies"
Were you"-she paused, and added
rather tlmidly-"were you in the court
house?"
He nodded. and with brown fore
finger traced the scar on his cheek.
Samson South done that thar with
his rifie-gun," he enlightened. He's a
funny sort Of feller. is Samson South, "
Howl" she asked.
wall, he licked US. an licked US so
plumb damn hard we was skeered ter
fight ag'in, an then. 'stid Of tramplln'
on US, he turned right round, an
made me a deputy. My brothers a
corporal In this hyar new-fangled mi
llshy. reckon this time the peace is
goin' ter last. Hits a mighty funny
way ter act, but pears like 1t 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.
"Greetingsl" he shouted. Then, as
he leaned over and took Adrienne's
hand, he added: "The Goops send you
their welcome" His smile was un-
changed, but the girl noted that his
heir 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 a moment, Wen
Join you later"
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 stile, from which he pointed
to the log cabin. set back in its small
yard, wherein geese and chickens
picked industriously about in the sandy
earth.
A huge poplar and a great oak
nodded to each other at either side OF
the door, and over the walls a clam
bering profusion of honeysuckle vine
contended with a mass Of wild grape,
in Joint effort to hide the white chink.
Ing between the dark logs. From the
crude milkbenches to the sweep OF
the well, 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 captiyated and
helped to mold him.
ITS lovelyl" she cried. with frank
delight. ITS a picture"
"Waitl" 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 its shaded
dooryard picture, but now she knew
she had been wrong. 1t was only a
background. It 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
first faint frosts had already fallen.
Her red-brown hair hung loose and
in masses about the oval of 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-wild attitude of recos
hotter, 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