Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-09-17

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be Samson's gal, an we hain't amin
ter hurt yore feelin's. But Samson's
done left the mountings. / reckon
eff he wanted ter come back, he'd
a-come afore now. Let him stay whar
he's at"
"Whar is he att" demanded old Ca
Ieb Wiley, In a ~truculent voice.
That's his business" Sally flashed
back, but l know. All l want to tell
you is this. Don't you make a move
till l ] have time to get word to him. ]
tell you, he's got to have his say"
II reckon we hain't a-goin' ter wait"
sneered Caleb, "fer a Teller tibet won't
let hit be known whar he's a-sojournin'
at. Eff We air SO shore of him, why
won't yet tell US whar he is now?"
That's my business, too" Sally's
voice was r~esolute. 'Ive got a letter
here-it'll take two days to get to
Samson. It'll take him two or three
days more to get here. You've got to
wait a week."
Sally" the temporary chieftain
spoke still in a patient, humoring sort
of voice, as to a tempestuous child,
thar hain't no place ter mail a letter
higher then Hixon. No South can't
ride inter Hixon, an ride out again.
The mail carrier won't be down this
way fer two days yit."
I'm not askin' any South to ride
into Hixon. I recollect another time
when Samson was the only n that
would do that" she answered, still
scornfully. 81 didn't come here to ask
favors. l come to give orders-foI
him. A train leaves soon in the morn
ing. My letters goin' On that train"
Who's goin' ter take hit ter town
fer ye?"
'Tm goin' to take it for myself"
Her reply was, given as a matter Of
ourse ~
THAT wouldn't hardly be safe, Sal
ly," the miller demurred; this hain't
no time fer a gal ter be ~galavantin'
around by herself In the night time.
Hits a-comin up ter storm, an we've
got thirty miles ter ride. an thirty-hve
back ter yore house."
LII HUI bCdICQg big ACRAAO0s
goin' an I'm warnin' you now, II you
do anything that Samson don't like,
you'll have to answer to him, when he
comes" She turned, walking very
erect and dauntless to her sorrel mare,
and disappeared at a gallop.
II 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 tibet boy is smart"
= . .
Samson's return from Europe, after
a 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 munificently,
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 m to pleasant places
when young men in f1annels and girls
in soft summary gowns and tanned
cheeks are playing wholesomely and
singing tunefully and making love
not too seriously.
Samson, tremendously busy these
days In a new studio of his own, had
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 a mass of honeysuckle.
Samson South followed her. She
saw him coming, and smiled. She was
contrasting this Samson, loosely clad
in ~flannels, 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. Whats the use of making a lion
of you, If you won't roar for the Wis
itors?"
'Tve been roaring" laughed the
man. 1--WE Just been explaining to
Miss Willoughby that we only eat the
people we kill in Kentucky on certain
days of solemn observance and sacri-
flee. / wanted to be agreeable to you,
Drennie, for a 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 f%orecourts 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 a trace of
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