The vidette., 1915-11-04

ANA ypt
I'm goin. to take It for myself"
Her reply was, given as a matter OF
course.
THAT wouldn't hardly be safe, Sal
IT," the miller demurred; this hain't
no time fer a gal ter be galavantin
around by herself in the night time.
Hits a-comin mp ter storm, an we've
got thirty miles ter ride, an thirty-fve
back ter yore house"
I'm not scared" she replied. I'm
goin' an I'm warnin' you now, If you
do anything that Samson don't like,
you'll have to answer to him, when he
comes" She turned, walking very
erect and dauntIess to her sorrel mare,
and disappeared at a gallop.
Il reckon" said Vile McCager,
breaking silence at last, hit don't
make no great dif'rence. He won't
hardly come, nohow." Then, he added:
But thet boy is smart"
Samson's return from Europe, after
years study, was in the nature OF
a moderate triumph. With the art
sponsorship of George Lescott and the
social sponsorship Of Adrienne, he
found that orders for portraits, from
those who could pay munifcently,
seemed to seek him. He was tasting
the novelty Of being lionized.
That summer Mrs Lescott opened
her house on Long Island early, and
the life there was full of the sort Of
gayety that comes to pleasant places
when young men in fiannels and girls
in soft summery gowns and tanned
cheeks are playing wholesomely and
singing tunefully and making love
not too serinne1v.
1~E--, t-annan6nneiy busy unese
days In a new studio of his own, nau
run over for a week. Horton was, of
course. of the party, and George Les
colt was doing the honors as host.
One evening Adrienne left the dane
ers for the pergola, where she took
refuge under mass of honeysuckle.
Samson South followed her. She
saw him coming, and smiled. She was
contrasting this Samson, loosely clad
in fiannels, with the Samson she had
first seen rising awkwardly to greet
her in the studio.
"You should have stayed inside and
made yourself agreeable to the girls"
Adrienne reproved him, as he came
up. What's the use of making lion
Of you, if you won't roar for the Wis
itors?"
fxrn 81 al he
man. I've just been explaining to
Miss Willoughby that we only eat the
people we kill in Kentucky ON certain
days of solemn observance and sacrl-
flee. wanted to be agreeable to you,
Drennie, for G while.
"Do you ever find yourself homesick,
Samson, these days"'
The man answered with a short
laugh. Then his words came softly,
and not his own words, but those of
one more eloquent:
"'Who hath desired the sea? Her ex-
cellent loneliness rather
Than the forecourts of kings, and her
uttermost pits than the streets
where men gather. :.
His sea that his being fulflls?
So and no otherwise-so and no other
wise hillmen desire their hills"
"And yet" she said, and trace Of
the argumentative stole into her voice,
you haven't gone back"
mo" There was a note of self
reproach in his voice. But soon L
shall go. At least, for time. I've
been thinking great deal lately about
my fiuttered folk and wild I'm just
beginning to understand my relation
to them, and my duty"
"Your duty is no more to go back
there and throw away your life," she
found herself instantly contending,
than 1t is the duty of the young eagle.
who has learned to fly, to go back to
the nest where he was hatched."
But, Drennie," he said, gently, Sup
pose the young eagle is the only one
that knows how to fly--and suppose he
could teach the others? Don't you
see? I've only seen it myself for
little while"
What is it that-that you see now?"
Il must go back, not to relapse, but
to come to be constructive force
must carry some OF the outside world
to Misery. | must take to them, be.
cause | am one of them, gifts that
they would reject from other hands,"
From the house came the strains OF
an alluring waltz. For little time
they listened without speech, then the
pfrl said vorxr GRO
you won't-you won't still feel
bound to kill your enemies, will you,
Samson?"
The mans face hardened.
81 believe I'd rather not talk about
that. l shall have TO win back the
confidence | have lost / shall have to
take place at the head of my clan
by proving myself man-and a man
by their own standards. It is only
at their head that l can lead them.
If the lives of a few assassins have to
be forfeited l shant hesitate at that.
/ shall stake my own against them
fairly. The end is worth it."
The girl breathed deeply, then she
heard Samson's voice again:
"Drennie, want you to understand
that If succeed ii is your success.
You took me raw and unfashioned, and
you have-made me. There is no way
of thanking YOU"
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