The Green Forest tribune., 1915-03-05

son. Samson's got the right to lead the Souths, and he's going to d" it-ef he wants to-
 lngly, don't go gittin' mad. Caleb talks nasty. We knows ye used ter be Samson's gal, an we haint aimin' ter hurt yore feelin's. But Samson's done left the mountings. I reckon ef he wanted ter come back, he'd a7come afore now. Let him stay whar he's at"
 "Whar is he at?" demanded old Ca leb Wiley, in truculent voice.
 That's his business" Sally flashed back, but I know. All want to tell you is this. Don't you make move till l have time to get word to him. 1 tell you, he's got to have his say"
 I reckon we haint a-goin' ter wait," sneered Caleb, fer feller thet won't let hit be known whar he's a-sojournin' at. Eff ye air so shore of him, why won't yet tell us whar he is now?"
 That's my business, too." Sally's voice was resolute. I've got letter
 
 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 patient, humoring sort of voice, as to tempestuous child, thar hain't no place ter mail 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 would do that" she answered. still scornfully. T didn't come here to ask l favors. 1 come to give orders-for 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?"
 ''Pm goin' to take it for myself" Her reply was, given as a matter of course.
 That wouldn't hardly be safe, Sal ly," the miller demurred; this hain't no time fer gal ter be galavantin around by herself in the night time Hits a-comin up ter storm, an ye've got thirty miles ter ride. an thirty-hve back ter yore house."
 I'm not scared" she replied. "Im goin' an I'm warnin' you now, if you 60 anything that Samson don't like, i .u'll have to answer to him, when he comes." She turned, walking very erect and dauntless to her sorrel mare, and disappeared at gallop.
 q reckon" said Vile McCager, breaking silence at last. Init don't make no great difrence. He won't hardly come, nohow." Then, he added: "But thet boy is smart" Samsons 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 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 i 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 seriously.
 Samson, tremendously busy these days in a new studio of his own, had run over for week. Horton was, of course, of the party, and George Les colt was doing the honors as host.
 One evening Adrienne left the danc- CTS 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 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" :" | A0l lCHuG lGplOFCu ullI, do NdulO up. What's the use of making a lion of you, if you won't roar for the wis itors?"
 Eve been roaring" laughed the 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 sacri- fee. I 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 forecourts of kings, and her l uttermost pits than the streets
 where men gather. His sea that his being fulfills? So and no otherwise-so and no other
 wise hillmen desire their hills. :"