The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1915-01-14

kinder lowed thet from now on ye'd 10
the same fer me. I'm gittin' along In
years right smart. :"
Uncle Spicer," interrupted the boy.
Il reckon We knows tibet any time ye
needed me I'd come back"
The old mans face hardened.
EFF We goes" he said, almost sharp
ly, Il won't never send fer We. Any
time We ever wants ter come back, We
knows ther way. Tharll be room an
victuals fer We hyar."
II reckon l mout be heap more
useful eff knowed more"
1--WE heerd fellers say that afore.
Hit hain't never turned out tibet way
with them what has left the mount.
ings. Mebby they gets more useful,
but they don't git useful ter us. Either
they don't come back at all, or mebby
they comes back full of newfanr,ed no
tions-an' ashamed of their kinfolks.
Thet's the way, I've noticed. hit gen.
ally turns out"
Samson scorned to deny that such
might be the case with him, and was
silent. After time. the old man went
on again in a weary voice, as he bent
down to loosen his brogans and kick
them noisily of on to the floor:
"The Souths hev done looked to ye
a good deal, Samson. They lowed they
could depend on We. Ye hain't quite
twenty-one yet, an I reckon l could
refuse ter let We sell yer propty. But
thar hain't no use tryin' ter hold a
Teller when he wants ter quit. Ye
don't low ter go right away, do ye?"
Il haint plumb made up my mind
ter go at ALL" said the boy, shame
facedly. But, Of does go, l hain't
a-goin' yit. l hain't spoke ter nobody
but you about hit yit."
Lescott felt reluctant to meet his
hosts eyes at breakfast the next morn
ing, dreading their reproach, but, If
Spicer South harbored resentment, he
meant to conceal 1t, after the stoics
code. There was no hint of constraint
In his cordially. Lescott felt, however,
that in Samson's mind was working
the leaven Of that unspoken accusa-
ton of disloyalty. He resolved to
make a final play, and seek to enlist
Sally in his cause. If Sally's hero-wor-
ship could be made to take the form of
ambition for Samson, she might be
brought to relinquish him for time,
and urge his going that he might re-
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the creek at the hour when he knew
Sally would be making her way thither
with her milk pail, and intercepted her
coming.
AS she approached, she was singing,
and the man watched her from the dis.
lance. He was a landscape painter and
not master of genre or portrait. Yet,
he wished that he might, before going,
paint Sally.
Miss Sally" he began, i've discov-
cred something about Samson"
Her blue eyes flashed ominously.
Eye can't tell me nothin' bout Sam
son." she declared, "withouten hits
somethin' nice"
ITS something very NICE" the man
treasured her.
Then, We needn't tell me, because l
already knows hit" came her prompt
and confident announcement.
Lescott shook his head, obviously.
Samson is genius" he said.
What's theft"
HE has great gifts-great abilities
to become a figure in the world"
She nodded her head, in prompt and
full confederation.
II reckon Samsonn be the biggest
man in the mountings some day."
He ought to be more than that"
Suspicion at once cast cloud across
the violet serenity of her eyes.
What does We mean?" she de-
manded.
Il mean"-the painter paused a mo-
ment, and then said bluntly-"I mean
that l want to take him back with me
to New York."
The girl sprang to her feet with her
chin defiantly high and her brown
hands clenched into tight little fists.