Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-09-03
Continued from last week
SYNOPSIS.

Continued from last week
SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER Lon Misery creek, at the
4pot Of @ rock from which he has fallen,
sally Miller finds George Lescott. q land
4oane painter, unconscious, and after re-
Is1vihg him, goes for assistance.
CHAPTER II-samson South and Sally,
R.kisn nso Les so,,.t to San ssms on sb no Sam, Are w %es
tails them that Jesse Purvy has been shot,
And that Samson is suspected OF the
crime. Samson denies It
CHAPTER Iu-The shooting of Jesse
Puryy breaks the truce In the Holman
8outh feud.
CHAPTER Iv-samson reproves Tama-
rack Gpicer for telling Sally that Jim
HOLMAN IL on the trail with ~bloodhounds
bunting he mar who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER v-Ths b~loodhounds lose the
sEail at Spicer 6outh's door. Lescott dis
sewers. artistic ability in Samson. While
aketching with Lescott on the mountain.
Tamarack discovers Samson to a jeerin8
crowd OF m~ountaineers. Samson thrashes
uhim and d%enounces him as the truce
buster who ahot Pnrvv-
CHAPTER vI-Lescott tries to per-
euade Samson to go to New York with
him and develop his talent. Sally, loyal
but heartbroken, furthers Lescott's efforts.
tThe dance at Vile McCager's threatens
trouble to Samson and Lescott.
CHAPTER What the dance Samson
tells the South clan he is going to leave
the mountains. Lescott goes home to
New York. Samson bids Spicer Sally
farewell and follows.
CHAPTER VIII-In New York Samson
studies art and learns much Of city ways.
ton. her dilettante lover, to do q mans
work In the world.
CHAPTER Ix-Prompted by her love.
Sally teaches herself to write. Horton
throws himself into the business world
and becomes well hated by predatory
iinanciers and politicians. At a Bohemian
resort Samson meets William Farbish,
sporty social parasite, Inc Horizons enc
my.
CHAPTER X-Farbish sees Samson and
Drennie dining together unchaperoned at
the Wigwam roadhouse. He conspires
with others to make Horton Jealous and
succeeds.
CHAPTER xI-Farbish brings Norton
and Samson together at the Kenmore
clubs shooting lodge, and forces an open
rupture, expecting Samson to kill Horton
and 80 rid the political and financial thugs
of the crusader. Samson exposes the plot
and thrashes the co~nspirators.
cepr wnen a question was put TO MN
direct, but the silence which sat upon
Wilfred Horton was a departure from
his ordinary custom.
He had discovered in his college
days that liquor, instead Of exhilarat-
ing him, was an influence under which
The grew morose and sullen, and that
discovery had made him almost a total
abstainer. Tonight, his glass was con-
4stantly-elled and emptied, and, as he
ate. he gazed ahead, and thought re-
sentfully of the man at his side.
When the coffee had been brought,
and the cigars lighted. and the serv-
ants had withdrawn, Horton with the
manner of one who had been awaiting
ian opportunity, turned slightly in his
chair, and gazed i~nsolently at the Ken
tuckian. -resgssesy GgTg gNaxgse..-
T Samson South still seemed entirely
UNCONSCIOUS of the others existence,
though In reality no detail of the brew
ing storm had escaped him. He was
studying the other faces around the
table, and what he saw in them ap-
peared to occupy him. Wilfred Hor-
tons cheeks were burning with a dull
flush, and his eyes were narrowing
with an unveiled dislike. Suddenly,
a silence fell on the party, and, as
the men sat putting their cigars, Horton
turned toward the Kentuckian. For a
moment, he glared in silence, then
with an impetuous exclamation of dis
gust he announced:
See here, South, l want you to know
that ii I'd understood you were to be
here, l wouldn't have come. 1t has
pleased me to express my opinion of
you to a number of people, and now l
mean to express it to you in person."
Samson looked around, and his feat
lures indicated neither surprise nor in
terest. He caught Farbish's eye at
the same instant, and, though the plot
ter said nothing. the glance was subtle
and expressive. 1t seemed to prompt
and goad him on, as though the man
had said:
You mustn't stand that. Go after
him."
Il ACCOMPLISHMENTS voice was a
pleasant drawl-'it doesn't make any
particular difference, MI. Horton
Even if what l said didn't happen
to be particularly commendatory?' III
quired Horton, his ayes narrowial
so long" replied the Eat
"as what you said was
ion, ! don't reckon
me much"
I'm point of fact"-Horton was gaz-
ing with steady hostility into Sam
sons eyes-"I prefer to tell you. l
have rather generally expressed the
belief that you are a damned savage,
unfit for decent society"
Samson's face grew rigid and a trifie
pale. His mouth set itself in a straight
line, but, as Wilfred Horton came to
his feet with the last words, the noun
taineer remained seated.
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