The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-03-04

deserter; they felt no need Of him OF
| his counsel. Very well, let them have
1t so. His problem had been settled
for him. His Gordian knot was cut.
Sally and his uncle alone had his
address. This letter, casting him out,
must have been authorized by them,
Brother Spencer acting merely as
amanuensis. They, too, lad repudi-
ated him-and, if that were true, ex-
cept for the graves of his parents, the
hills had no tie to hold him.
sally, SALLY" he groaned, dropping
his face on his crossed arms, while
his shoulders heaved in an agony of
heartbreak, and his words came in the
old, crude syllables: 81 lowed you'd
after that, and made fierce gesture
with his clenched fists. "All right"
he said, bitterly, I'm shet of the lot
of We. I'm done!"
But it was easier to say the words
of reputation than to cut the ties
that were knotted about his heart.
With ranking soul, the mountain
eer left New York He wrote Sally
brief note, telling her that he was 60
ing to cross the ocean, but his hurt
pride forbade his pleading for her con-
fidence, or adding, 81 love you" He
plunged into the art life of the "other
side Of the Seine" and worked vora-
ciously. He was trying to learn
much-and to forget much.
One sunny afternoon when Samson
had been in the Quarter Latin for
eight or nine months the concierge of
his lodgings handed him, as he passed
through the cour, an envelope adj
dressed in the hand Of Adrienne Les
colt. AS he read 1t he felt glow Of
pleasurable surprise, and, wheeling, he |
retraced his steps briskly to his lodg-
ings, where he began to pack. Adri-
enne had written that she and her
mother and Wilfred Horton were sail.
ing for Naples, and commanded him,
unless he were too busy, to meet their
steamer Within two hours he was
bound for Lucerne to cross the Italian
frontier by the slate-blue waters OF
Lake Maggiore.
A few weeks later Samson and Ad
rienne were standing together by
in the ruins of the Coli.
scum. The junketing about Italy had
been charming, and now in that circle
If sepia softness and broken columns
lie looked at her and suddenly asked
himself:
Gust what does she mean to your"
If he had never asked himself that
question before he knew now that it
must some day be answered. Friend
hip had been a good and seemingly
sufficient definition. Now he was not
o sure that it could remain so.
Then his thoughts went back to q
abin In the hills and a girl in calico
lie heard voice like the voice of q
ong bird saying through tears:
Il couldn't live without We, Samson.
jest couldn't do hit"
For moment he was sick of his life
seemed that there stood before him,
1 that place of historic wraiths and
Memories, a girl, her eyes sad, but
,yal, and without reproof. b
you look" said Adrienne, studying
is countenance in the pallor of the
Moonlight, as though you were see
lg ghosts" r
Il am" said Samson. Lets 60" Il
Adrienne had not yet seen her por t
ait Samson had needed few hours b
{ finishing when he left New York, d
lough it was work which could be a
one away from the model. So it was u
atural that when the party reached
arts Adrienne should soon insist on
rossing the Pont d'Alexandre III to :
is studio near the 'Boule Mich for an 8
ispection of her commissioned canvas. e
or while she wandered about the +"
place, Uttered with the 8
ear of the painters craft. It was. In Z