Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-01-30

In erbout goin' away fer a spell. an
SEEM the world"
The old nan laid down his pipe. He
cast a reproachful glance at the
painter, which said clearly. though
without words:
nave opened my home to you and
offered you what had. yet in my old
age you take away my mainstay."
i lowed you was a-studyin erbout
thet' Samson" he said, at last I've
done Their best fer ye / knowed
kinder lowed tibet from now on ye'd do
the same fer me. I'm gittin' along in
years right smart
Uncle Spicer," interrupted the boy,
1 reckon We knows tibet any time We
needed me I'd come back"
The old mans face hardened.
Ef We goes" he said, almost sharp
ly L won't never send fer ye. Any
time We ever wants ter come back, We
knows Their way. Tharll be room an
victuals fer We hyar"
i reckon l mout be a heap more
useful eff l knowed more"
Hit haint 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 fun of newfangled no
tions~-an' ashamed of their kinfolks.
Thet's the way, I've noticed. hit gem
ally. turns out"
Samson scorned to deny that such
might be the case with him, and was
silent, After a time, the old man went
on again in weary voice, as he bent
downsto loosen his brogans and kick
them noisily off on to the floor:
The Souths heV done looked to We
a good deal, Samson. They lowed they
could depend on We. Ye hain't quite
twenty-one yet, an ! reckon l could
refuse ter let We sell yer prop'ty. But
thar hai1't no use tryin' ter hold a
feiler when he wants ter quit Ye
don't low ter go right away, do ye?".
Il hain't plumb made up my mind
ter go at all, said the boy, shame,
facedly. but, eff 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 it, after the stoics
code. There was no hint of constraint
in his cordiality. Lescott felt, however,
that in Samson's mind was working
the leayen' 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 a time,
and urge his going that he might re-
| turn strengthened, He went down TO
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
tance. He was landscape painter and
not a master of genre or portrait. Yet,
he wished that he might. before going,
paint Sally
Miss Sally" he began, I've discoy-
| cred something about Samson"
Her blue eyes flashed ominously
''Ye can't tell me nothin' bout Sam
son." she declared, "withouten hits
somethin nice"
It's something very nice" the man
treasured her.
Then. ye needn't tell me. because
already knows hit" came her prompt
and confident announcement.
Lescott shook his head. obviously.
Samson is a genius" he said
whats thet?"
He has great gifts-great abilities
to become a figure in the world"
She nodded her head. in prompt and
| full confederation.
Il reckon SamsonTl be the biggest
man in the mountinga some day"
He ought to, be more than that"
| Suspicion at once cast a cloud across
the violet serenity of her eyes.
What does ye mean?" she de-
manded.
Il mean"-the painter paused a mo-
ment, and then said bluntly-'T mean