The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1915-04-08

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! One day Adriehhe looked up from q
sheaf of his very creditable landscape
studies to inquire suddenly:
Samson. are you rich man or
poor one?'
He laughed. so rich" he told her,
chat unless can turn some of this
stuff into money within a year or two
l shall have to go back to hoeing
corn"
She nodded grayely.
Hasn't it occurred to YOU" she
demanded, that in a way you are
wasting your gifts? They were talk
ing about you the other evening-sev-
eral painters. They. all said that you
should be doing portraits"
The Kentuckian smiled His mas
ters had been telling him the same
thing He had fallen in love with art
through the appeal of the skies and
with a laugh, a rather nervous laugh.
of course not, he answered her
self. That would be too absurd"
Would t?" asked Samson, simply,
He glanced at is watch, Two min
utes up, he announced. The model
will please resume the pose. by the
way, may l drive with you tomorrow
afternoon"
The next afternoon Samson ran up
the street steps of the Lescott house
and rang the bell and 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 man who stood below
holding his hat in his hand, with his
face upturned The wellshaped head
was no longer married 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 a 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 mis-
eive in his letter box, and, as he took
ii out his eyes fell on the postmark.
1t was dated from Hixon, Kentucky,
and, as the man slowly climbed the
stairs, he turned the envelope over in
his hand with strange sense of mis-
giving and premonition.
The letter was written in the
cramped hand of Brother Spencer.
Through it's faulty diction ran plain
ly discernible undernote Of disapproval
for Samson, though there was no word
Of reproof or criticism 1t was plain
that it was sent as a matter of cour-
tesy to 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 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