The Green Forest tribune., 1915-02-12

w ASH IlOIIOu udu U0Suu HIS cru sade against various abuses, he had cast suspicious eye on all matters through which he could trace the trail of William Farbish, and now, when Farbish saw Horton, he eyed him with an enigmatical expression, half-quiz- zical and half-malevoent.
 After Adrienne and Samson had dis appeared, he rejoined his companion, stout, middle-aged gentleman of 1orid complexion, whose cheviot cut away and reposeful waistcoat covered liberal embonpoint. Farbish took his cigar from his lips, and studied it's ascending smoke through lids half closed and thoughtful.
 Singular" he unused; very singu- lar!"
 What's singular?" impatiently de- handed his companion Finish, or don't start"
 That mountaineer came up here as George Lescott's protege," went on Farbish, collectively. He came fresh from the feud belt, and landed promptly in the police court. Now ia less than year, he's pairing off with Adrienne Lescott-who, every one supposed meant to marry Wilfred Horton. This little party tonight is, to put it quite mildly, bit uncon- ventional"
 The stout gentleman said nothing and the other questioned. musingly:
 By the way, Bradburn, has the Kenmore Shooting club requested Will fred Horton's resignation yet?"
 Not yet. We are going to. He's not congenial, since his hand is raised against every man who owns more than two dollars" The speaker owned several million times that sum. This meeting at an out-of-the-way place had been arranged for the purpose of discussing ways and means of curb ing Wilfred's S crusades.
 Well, don't do it
 Why the devil shouldn't we? We don't want anarchists in the Ken more."
 After awhile, they sat silent. Farbish smiling over the plot he had just de- vised, and the other man puffing with a puzzled expression at his cigar.
 That's all there is to it." summar- ized MT. Farbish, succinctly If we can get these two men, South and Horton, together down there at the shooting lodge, under the proper condi- tions, they'll do the rest themselves think. I'll take care of South. Now, it's up to you to have Horton there at the same time"
 How do you know these men have not already met-and amicably?" de- manded MT. Bradburn.
 T happen to know it, quite by chance. It is my business to know things-quite by chance!"
 
 Indian summer came again to Misery, Haunting woodland banners of crimson and scarlet orange, but to Sally the season brought only heart achy remembrances of last autumn, when Samson had softened his stoi- cism as the haze had softened the hori- zon. He had sent her a few brief let ters-not written, but plainly printed, He selected short words-as much like the primer as possible, for no other messages could she read There were times in plenty when he wished to pour out to her torrents of feeling, and it was such feeling as would have carried comfort to her lonely little heart. He wished to tell frankly of what a good friend he had made, and how this friendship made him more able to realize that other feeling his love for Sally There was in his mind no suspicion-as yet-that these two girls might ever stand in conflict as to the right-of-way. But the letters he wished to write were not the sort he cared to have read to the girl by the evangelist-doctor or the district school teacher, and alone she could have made nothing of them. However, q love you" are easy words-and those he always included.
 The Widow Miller had been ailing for months, and, though the local physician diagnosed the condition as being right porely," he knew that the specter of tuberculosis which stalks through these badly lighted and ven- tilated houses was stretching out it's fingers to touch her shrunken chest. This had meant that Sally had to fore go the evening hours to study, be- cause of the weariness that followed the day of nursing and household drudgery Autumn seemed to bring to her mother slight improvement, and Sally could again sometimes steal away with her slate and book, to sit alone on the big powder. and study.
 She would not be able to write that Christmas letter. There had been too many interruptions in the self-imparted education, but some day she would write. There would probably be time enough It would take even Sam son long while 70 become an artist.
 One day, as she was walking home ward from her lonely trysting place, she met the battered-looking man who oorr;od y7,odinipoc in Tie ho pc