The Columbus courier. [volume] (Columbus, Luna County, N.M.) 1911-1920, 1915-01-29

Her ipe and eyes we're sober az she
replied.
Il reckon thet's all right"
"And what's worae, I've got to be
more trouble. Did you see anything
Of q brown mulef"
She shook her head.
HE must have wandered on. May
! ask to whom / am Indebted for this
fret aid 70 the iniuredT"
Il don't know what ye means"
She had propped him against the
rocks and sat near by. looking into his
face with almost dlsconcerting stendi-
ness; her solemn-puplled eyes we're
unblinking. unsmiling.
why. ] mean who are your" he
laughed.
81 hain't nobody much. I Jest lives
over yon."
But" insisted the man. surely you
have a name"
She nodded.
"Hit's Sally"
Then. Miss Sally. I want 10 thank
you"
Once more she nodded, and, for the
first time. let her eyes drop. while she
sat nursing her knees. Finally she
glanced up and asked with plucked.up
courage:
stranger, what mout yOre name
be9"
"Lescott-George Lescott"
How'd ye git hurt7"
He shook his head.
II was phinting--up there" he said;
"and l guess | got too absorbed In the
work. stepped backward to look At
the canvas and forgot where the edge
a l stepped too far"
The mar rose to his feet, but he tot
tered and reeled against the wall of
ragged stone. The blow OF his head
had left him faint and dizzy. He sat
down again.
I'm afraid" he ruefully admitted.
that I'm not quite ready for discharge
from your hospital"
you Jest set where yer at" The
girl rose and pointed up the mountain
side. "Tll light out across the hill and
fotch Samson an his mule"
"Who and where Ia samsoni" he
Inquired. He realized that the bot.
tom Of the valley would shortly thick
en- into darkness. and that the way
out u%nguided. would become impos-
sibfe. 1T sounds like the name OF a
strong man."
81 means Samson South she en-.
l~ightened, as though further descrip-
ton OF M so celebrated would be re.
dundant. Hes over thar bout three.
quarters"
"Three-quarters OF a miller"
She nodded. What else could three
quarters mean?
How long will Il take your" he
asked.
She deliberated. "Samson's hoein'
corn in the fur hill field. He'll hev
ter cotch his mule. Hit mout TEX a
h%alf-hour."
you can't do & In a half-hour. can
your"
I'm Jest take my foot In my hand.
an light out" She turned. and with
a nod was gone.
At last she came to a point where
a clearing rose on ihe mountainslde
above her. The forest blanket was
stripped OF to make way for a fenced.
in and crazlly fitting field OF young
corn. High up and beyond. close to
the bald shoulders OF sandstone which
threw themselves against the sky, was
the figure Of a man. As the girl halted
at the foot OF the field, at, last, painting
from her exertions. he was sitting on
the rail fence, looking absently down
on the outstretched panorama below
him.
Samson South was not. strictly
speaking. a man. His age was per.
haps twenty. He sat lo~ose-jointed and
indolent on the top rail Of the fence,
his hands hanging over his Knees. his
hoe forgotten. Near by, %propped
against the rails, rested a repeating
rife. though the people would have
told you that the truce in the South.
HOLMAN war" had been unbroken for
two years. and that no clansman need
In these halcyon days go armed aheld.