The Green Forest tribune., 1915-03-19

HIS extended forefnger, as thongb if were scale of justice.
 You have been heated in ,,o,,u ,- guage' sir" he said, sternIy. "but if is d neat arising from an indignation WHICH share. Conseuuentlv mace + over. cannot instruct you to arrost samson South before the grand inrv has accused him. The law does moi contemplate hasty or unadvised action 1 All men are innocent until nrovop guilty If the grand jury wants sontb LII instruct you to go and get hin, untli then' you may leave my part of the work to me-"
 HIS hohor rose from his chair. iou can at least give this grand Jury such instructions on murder % Will point out their duty. You can as- sure them that the militia will protect them. Through your prosecutor vou can bring evidence to their attention you"
 If you will excuse me-" interrnnted his honor, dryly, 'I'll judge of how I am to charge my grand jury. I have been Tn communication with the family of MT. Purvy, and it is not their wish ct the present time to bring this case be- fore the panel"
 Callomb laughed ironically
 No, l could have told you that be- fore you conferred with them. I could nave told you that they prefer to be thelr own courts and execL toners, ex- cept where they need you. They also preferred to have me get a man they couldn't take themselves, and then to assassinate him in my hands. Who in the nell do you work for, Judge-for-the- moment Smithers? Are you holding a Job under the state of Kentucky. or un- der the Holman faction of this feud? am instructed to take my orders from you. Will you kindly tell me my masters real name?"
 Smithers turned pale with anger, his lighting face grew as truculent as a bulldogs, while Callomb stood glar- ing back at him like a second bulldog, but the judge knew that he was being honestly and fearlessly accused He merely pointed to the door. The cap- tain turned on his heel and stalked out of the place, and the judge came down the steps and crossed the street to the courthouse. Five minutes later he turned to the shirt-sleeved man who looninrr hopob c1iH in his most judicial voice:
 'Mr. Sheriff, open court"
 The next day the mail carrier brought in note for the temporary judge. His honor read it at recess and hastened across to Hollmans Nam moth Department Store. There, in council with his masters, he asked in structions. This was the note: "The Hon. Asa Smithers.
 Sir: I arrived in this county yes terday, and am prepared, if called as a witness, to give to the grand jury full and true particulars of the murder of Jesse Purvy and the killing of Aaron Hollis. am willing to come under the escort of my own kinsmen, or the mili- tiamen, as the court may advise.
 "The requirement. of any bodyguard I deplore, but in meeting my legal ob- legations, do not regard it as neees- sary or proper to walk into trap.
 Respectfully,
 SAMSON SOUTH"
 Smithers looked perplexedly at Judge Holman.
 Shall have him come?" he in- quired.
 Holman threw the letter down on his desk with a burst of blasphemy:
 Have him come?" he echoed. Hell and damnation, no! What do we want him to come here and spill the milk for? When we get ready, we'll indict him. Then, let your damned soldiers 20 after him-as a criminal, not a witness. After that, we'll continue this case until these outsiders go away, and we can operate to suit ourselves. We don't fall for Samson South's tricks. No, sir; you never got that letter! It miscarried Do you hear? You never got it."
 Smithers nodded grudging acqui- essence. Most men would rather be independent officials than collar-wear- CTS.
 Out on Misery Samson South had gladdened the soul of his uncle with his return. The old man was mending, and for a long time, the two had talked. The failing head of the clan looked vainly for signs of degeneration in his nephew, and, failing to find them, was happy.
 "Hey ye decided, Samson," he in- ouired, "thet ye was right in yer mo- ton. bout goin' away?"
 Samson sat refectively for while, then replied:
 We were both right, Uncle Spicer- and both wrong. This Is my place, but if Pm to take up the leadership 1t must be in a different fashion. Changes are coming. We can't any longer stand still"
 Spicer South lighted his pipe. He. too. in these last years, had seen in the distance the crest of the oncoming wave.
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