Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-02-19
ESTABLISHED 1865.
CHAPTER VI-Continued.

Sally. I'm not trying to take samson
away from you. If man should lose
a girl like you, he couldn't gain
enough in the world to make up for It
All want is that he shall have a
chance to make the best Of his life.
"I reckon Samson don't need no
fotched-on help ter make folks ac-
knowledge him."
Every man needs his chance. He
can be a great painter-but that's the
least part Of it. He can come back
equipped for anything that life Of
fers. Here, he is wasted"
"Ye mean"-she put the question
with a hurt quiver in her voice-'ye
mean we all hain't good enough for
Samson?"
NO. 1 only mean that Samson
wants to grow-and he needs space
and new scenes in which to grow. !
want to take him where he can see
more Of the world-not only little
section of the world. Surely, you are
not distrustful of Samson's loyalty
I want him to go with me for while,
and see life"
Don't ye say hit!" The defiance in
her voice was being pathetically tan
gled up with the tears. She was
speaking in a transport OF gr1et.
Don't We say hit. Take anybody else
tax 'em all down thar, but leave us
Samson. We needs him hyar. We've
Jest got ter have Samson hyar."
She faced him still with quivering
lips, but in another moment, with
sudden sob, she dropped to the rock
and buried her face in her crossed
arms. He went over and softly laid
a hand on her shoulder.
Miss Sally" he began.
Suddenly she turned on him tear
stained, infuriated face, stormy with
blazing eyes and wet cheeks and
trembling lips.
Don't touch me-" she cried; don't
We dare ter touch me! hain't nothin'
but a gal-but l reckon l could most
tear ye ter pieces. Ye're jest pizen
snake anyhow" Then, she pointed a
tremulous finger off up the road. Cit
away from hyar," she commanded.
II don't never want ter see ye again,
Ye're tryin' ter steal everything
loves. Git away, I tells ye!-git away
-begone!"
Think it over" urged Lescott,
quietly. See If your heart doesn't
say am Samson's friend-and yours.
He turned, and began making his way
over the rocks; but, before he had
gone far, he sat down to reflect upon
the situation. Certainly, he was not
augmenting his popularity. A half
hour later, he heard a rustic. and,
turning, saw Sally standing not far off.
She was hesitating at the edge of the
underbrush, and Lescott read in her
eyes the effort it was costing her to
come forward and apologize.
II reckon-I reckon I've got ter ask
yore pardon" she said. slowly and
with labored utterance. He looked
up to see her standing with her head
dropping and her fingers nervously
pulling a flower to pieces.
II reckon I hain't plumb fool. /
knows thet Samson's got right ter
eddication. Anyhow, 1 knows he
wants hit"
"Educction,' said the man, isn't
going to change Samson, except to
make him finer than he is-and more
capable"
She shook her head. II hain't got
no eddication," she answered. Hits
a-goin' ter make him too good fer me.
l reckon hits a-goin' ter just about
kill me. :" Her lips twisted
themselves into pathetic smile again
and her chin came stiffly up. But,
she added, determinedly, tibet don't
make no difference, nohow."
Yet when Samson that evening gave
his whippoorwill call at the Widow
Miller's cabin, he found a detected and
miserable girl sitting on the stile, with
her chin propped in her two hands
and her eyes full of somberness and
foreboding.
Whats the matter, Sally?" ques-
toned he, anxiously. Has that low
down Tamarack Spicer been round
here tellin' we some more stories ter
poster ye?"
She shook her head in silence
Usually, she bore the burnt of their
conversations, Samson merely agree
ing with, or overruling, her in lordly
brevities. The boy climbed up and sat
beside her.
"Thar's a-goin' ter be a dancin
party over ter Vile McCagers mill
home Saturday." he insinuatingly sug-
gested. II reckon ye'll go over thai
with me, won't ye, Sally?'
He waited for her usual delighted
assent. but Sally only told him absent
ly and without enthusiasm that she
would study about hit" At last, how
ever, her restraint broke, and looking
up, she abruptly demanded:
Air ye a-goin' away, Samson?'
Who's been a-talkin' ter ye?" de-
manded the boy, angrily.
For a moment the girl sat silent
Finally, she spoke in a grave voice:
Hit hain't nothin' ter get mad
about, Samson The artist man lowed
as how We had a right ter go down
thar, an git an eddication." She made
weary gesture toward the great be-
yond.
He hain't ought to of told ye
Sally. If I'd been plumb sartin in ms
mind, I'd a-told ye myself-not but
what l knows" he hastily amended
that he meant hit friendly"
Air ye a-goin'?''
I'm studyin' about hit
He waited objection, but none
came Then. with piquing of his
masculine vanity. he demanded;
"Hain't We a-kecrin'. Sally. whether
| goes or not?''
The girl grew rigid. Her fingers or
the crumbling plank of the stiles tor
frightened and gripped hard. Her face
did not betray her, nor her voice
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