Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-03-13

She hesitated again. then said,
slowly:
Have your hair cut. It's the one
uncivilized thing about you"
For an instant Samsons face hard
ensd.
No" he said; "I don't care TO do
that"
"Oh, very Welt" she laughed lightly.
Tn that event. of course. you shouldn' t
do it," But her smile faded, and after
a moment he explained:
You see. it wouldn't do"
What do you mean?"
Il mean that I've got to keep some
thing as it was to remind me of a prior
claim on my life"
For an instant the girls face cloud
ed and grew deeply troubled.
You don't mean" she asked, with
an outburst of interest more vehement
than she had meant to show. or real
lied she was showing don't
mean that you still adhere to ideas of
/ the vendetta?" Then she broke of
with laugh, a rather nervous laugh.
! 'Of course not" she answered her
self THAT would be too absurd!'
Would it?" asked Samson. simply.
He glanced at his watch. 1.-TWO min
utes up" he announced. THE model
will please resume the pose. By the
way, may drive with you tomorrow
/ afternoon
The next afternoon Samson ran up
/ the street steps of the Lescott house
/ and rang the bell, and a few moments
later Adrienne appeared. The car was
/ waiting outside, and, as the girl came
down the stairs in motor coat and
veil, she paused and her fingers on the
banister frightened in surprise as she
| looked at the mau who stood below
holding his hat in his hand, with his
face upturned. Tho well-shaped head
was no longer marred by the name
| which it had formerly worn, but was
close cropped, and under the trans
forming influence of the change the
forehead seemed holder and higher,
| and to her thinking the strength of
the purposeful features was enhanced.
and yet, had she known it, the man
felt that he had for the first time sur
rendered point which meant an aban-
| donment of something akin to prin-
ciple.
She said nothing, but as she took
his hand in greeting her fingers
pressed his own in handclasp more
lingering than usual.
Late that evening, when Samson re-
! turned to the studio, he found 4 mis-
siye in his letter box, and. as he took
1t out. his eyes fell on the postmark.
1t was dated from Hixon, Kentucky,
and, as the man slowly climbed the
stairs. he turLed the envelope over in
his hand with a strange sense Of mis-
giving and premonition.
The letter was written in the
cramped hand of Brother Spencer.
Through its faulty diction ran a plain
! ly discernible undernote of disapproval
! for Samson, though there was no word
Of reproof or criticism. II was plain
that it was sent as a matter of cour-
tesy 70 one who. having proved an
apostate, scarcely merited such consid.
Grafton. 1t informed him that old
Spicer South had been mighty pore
ly," but was now better barring the
breaking of age. Everyone was 'tol-
cradle" Then came the announce
ment which the letter had been writ
ten to convey.
The term of the South-HoIlman truce
had ended, and it had been renewed
for an indefinite period
Some of your folks thought they
ought to let you know because they
promised to give you a say" wrote
the informant. But they decided that
it couldn't hardly make no difference
to you, since you have left the noun
tains, and If you cared anything about
it, you knew the time, and could OF
been here. Hoping this finds you
we'll"
Samson's face clouded. He threw
the soiled and scrubbed missiye down
on the table and sat with unseeing
eyes fixed on the studio wall. So they
had cast him out of their councils!
They already thought of him as one
who had been.
In that passionate rush Of feeling
everything that had happened since
he had left Misery seemed artificial
and dreamlike. He longed for the
realities that were forfeited. He want
ed to press himself close to the great,
gray shoulders Of rock that broke
through the greenery like giants tear
ing of soft raiment. Those were his
people back there. He should be run
ming with the wolf pack not coursing
with beagles
He had been telling himself that he
was loyal and now he realized that he
was drifting like the lotus eaters.
He rose and paced the foor, with
teeth AID hands clenched and the
sweat standing out on his forehead.
His advisers had of late been urging
him to go to Paris. He had refused,
and his unconfessed reason had been
that in Paris he could not answer a
sudden call. He would 90 back to
them now and compel them to admit