The Green Forest tribune., 1915-01-08

SdlQ 0duSOu, Ter IH6 T6dSOn Lu6C l Ill tryin like all h-l ter keep this truce. But ye must stay on yore side or else ride the roads open. How is Purvy terday?"
 He's mighty porely," replied the other, in a sullen voice.
 "All right Thet's another reason why hit hain't healthy fer ye over hyar."
 The spy turned and made his way over the mountain.
 "D-n him!" muttered Samson, his face twitching, as the other was lost in the undergrowth. Some day I'm a-goin' ter git him."
 Tamarack Spicer did not at once reappear, and when one of the Souths met another in the road the customary dialogue would be: "Heered anything of Tamarack?" "No hev you?" No, nary word"
 AS Lescott wandered through the hills, his unhurt right hand began cry ing out for action and brush to nurse. AS he watched, day after day, the unveiling of the monumental hills and the transitions from hay, wrath like whispers of hues to strong, f1arlng riot of color, this fret of restlessness became actual pain. He was wasting wonderful opportunity and the crea- tive instinct in him was clamoring.
 One morning, when he came out just after sunrise to the tin wash basin at the we'll, the desire to paint was on him with compelling force. The hills ended near their bases like things bit ten off Beyond lay limitless stream CTS of mist, but, while he stood at gaze, the filmy veil began to lift and float higher. Trees and mountains grew taller. The sun, which showed first as a ghost-like disk of polished alumi- mum, struggled through orange and vermilion into a sphere of living flame. Lescott heard voice at his | side.
 When does ye low ter commence paintin?"
 It was Samson. For answer the artist, with his unhurt hand, impa- | tiently tapped his bandaged wrist.
 "Ye still got yore right hand, hain't yer" demanded the boy The other laughed. It was typical question. So long as one had the trigger finger left one should not admit disqualification.
 'You see, Samson" he explained, ''this isn't precisely like handling gun. One must hold the palette; mix the colors; wipe the brushes and do half dozen equally necessary things. IL requires at least two perfectly good hands. Many people don't find two enough"
 But hit only takes one ter d61he paintin', don't hit?"
 Yes"
 "Welr'-the boy spoke diffidently but with between the two of us we've got three hands. reckon ye kin larn me how ter do them other things fer ye."
 Lescott's surprise showed in his face and the lad swept eagerly on.
 "Mebby hit haint none of my f5usii.. ness, but, all day yestiddy an the day befo', I was studyin' bout this here thing, an I hustled up an got thet corn weeded an now I'm through. Eff I kin help ye out I thought meb- by" He paused and looked appeal ingly at the artist.
 Leseott whistled and then his face lighted into contentment
 Today, Samson" he announced, 'Lescott, South and Company get busy"
 It was the first time he had seen Samson smile, and, although the ex- pression was one of sheer delight, in- herent somberness loaned it a touch of the wistful.
 When, an hour later, the two set out, the mountain boy carried the par aphernalia and the old man standing at the door watched them off with half-quizzical, ,half-disapproving glance. As the boy, with remarkable apti- tude, learned how to adjust the easel and arrange the paraphernalia, Lescott sat drinking in through thirsty eyes | the stretch of landscape he had deter mined to paint.
 Then, while he painted, the boy held l the palette, his eyes riveted on the | canvas, which was growing from a | blank to mirror of vistas-and the boys pupils became deeply hungry.
 The day of painting was followed by others like it. The disabling of Lescott's left hand made the constant companionship of the boy a matter that needed no explanation or apology, though not matter of approval to his uncle.
 Another week had passed without the reappearance of Tamarack Spicer. One afternoon Lescott and Samson were alone on cliff-protected shelf, and the painter had just blocked in with umber and neutral tint the crude sketch of his next picture. CTO BE CONTINUED)