Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-04-02

But again he crushed her in his
arms and his voice rose triumphantly:
sally, have no promises to take
back, and you have made none that
I'm ever going to let you take back
not while life lasts!"
Her laugh was the delicious music
of happiness.
"I don't want to take them back"
she said. Then, suddenly, she added,
importantly: I wear shoes and stock
lings now, and I've been to school q
little. I'm awfully-awfully ignorant,
, Samson, but I've started, and reckon
you can teach me-"
His voice choked. Then, her hands
strayed up, and elapsed themselves
about his head.
"Oh, Samson" she cried, as though
someone had struck her, you've cut
your hair"
1T will grow again." he laughed.
But he wished that he had not had to
make that excuse Then, being hon.
est, he told her all about Adrienne Les
cott-even about how, after he be-
lieyed that he had been outcast by his
uncle and herself, he had had his mo-
ments Of doubt. Now that 1t was all 30
clear, now that there could never be
doubt, he wanted the woman who had
| been so true friend to know the girl
whom he loved He loved them both,
but was in love with only one. He
wanted to present to Sally the friend
who had made him, and to the friend
who had made him the Sally Of whom
he was proud. He wanted to tell
| Adrienne that now he could answer
her question-that each Of them meant
to the other exactly the same thing;
they were friends Of the rarer sort,
who had for q little time been In dan
ger of mistaking their comradeship for
passion
AS they talked, sitting on the stile,
Sally held the rifle across her knees.
Except for their own voices and the
soft chorus Of night sounds, the hills
were wrapped in silence-a silence as
soft as velvet. Suddenly, in a pause
there came to the girls ears the crack
ing of twig in the woods With the
old, instructive training Of the noun
tains she leaped noiselessly down, and
for an instant stood listending with
intent ears. Then, in a low, tense
whisper, as she thrust the gun into
the mans hands, she cautioned:
"Git out OF sight. Maybe they've
done found out we've come back
maybe they're trailin' vel"
With an instant shock she remem-
bered what mission had brought him
back, and what was his peril; and he,
too, for whom the happiness OF the
moment, had swallowed up other
things, came back to a recognition OF
facts. Dropping into the old wood
craft, he melted out Of sight into the
shadow, thrusting the girl behind him,
and crouching against the fence throw
ing the rifle forward, and peering into
the shadows. AS he stood there, bal
ancing the gun once more in his
hands, old instinct began to stir, old
battle hunger to rise, and old realiza-
tions Of primitive things to assault
him. Then, when they had waited
with bated breath until they were both
reassured, he rose and swung the
stock to his shoulder several times.
With something like sigh of con-
tentment. he said, half to himself:
1T feels mighty natural ter throw
this old rife-gun up. I reckon maybe
kin still shoot hit"
Il learned some things down there
at school, Samson" said the GIRL
slowly, "and l wish-I wish you didn't
have to use this"
Jim Asberry is dead" said the man
gravely.
YES" she echoed, Jim Asberrys
| dead" She stopped there. Yet, her
sigh completed the sentence as though
she had added, but he was only one OF
several. Your VOW went further"
After a moments pause, Samson
added:
Jesse Purvy's dead"
The girl drew back with a fright
ened gasp. She knew what this meant,
or thought she did.
Jesse Purvyi" she repeated. "Oh,
Samson, did ye-?" She broke off, and
covered her face with her hands.
mo, Sally" he told her. Il didn't
have to-" He recited the days occur
rences, and they sat together on the
stile, until the moon had sunk to the
ridge top.
Capt. Sidney Collomb. who had been
| dispatched in command Of the militia
company to quell the trouble in the
mountains, should have been soldier
by profession. All his enthusiasms
were martial His precision was mill
tary. His cool eye had note Of COM
mand which made itself obeyed. He
had rare gift Of handling men, which
made them ready to execute the i'm
possible. But the elder Callomb had
trained his son to succeed him at the
head Of railroad system, and the
young man had philosophically under
taken to satisfy his military ambitions
with the state guard shoulder straps.
The deepest sorrow and mortifica-
ton he had ever known was that
which came to him when Tamarack
| Spicer, his prisoner of war and a man
who had been surrendered on the
strength of his personal guaranty, had
been assassinated before his eyes. In
some fashion, he must make amends.
He realized, too, and it ranked deep
ly, that his men were not being genu-
inely used to serve the state, but as
instruments of the Hollmans, and he
had seen enough to distrust the Holl-
mans. Here, in HiXon, he was seeing
things from only one angle. He meant
to learn something more impartial.
| Besides being on duty as an officer
of militia, Callomb was a Kentuckian,
interested in the problems of his COM