Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-03-20

uTNy tnat one man Is Sam
son. Samsons got the right to lead
the Souths. and he's going to do it-ef
he wants TO-"
Sally" Vile McCager spoke, sooth-
ingly, don't go gittin' mad. Caleb
talks hasty. We knows We used ter
be Samson's gal, an we hain't amin
ter hurt yore feelin's. But Samson's
done left the mountings l reckon
eff he wanted ter come hack. he'd
a-come afore now. Let him stay whar
he's at"
"Whar is he att" demanded old Ca
leb Wiley, in a truculent voice.
That's his business" Sally flashed
back, but l know. All want to tell
you is this. Don't you make a move
till l have time to get word to him.
tell you. he's got to have his say"
Il reckon xe hain't a-goin' ter wait"
sneered Caleb, FER Teller tibet won't
let hit be known whar he's a-sojournin
at Eff We air so shore of him, why
won't yet tell us whar he is now?"
That's my business. too" Sallys
voice was resolute. I've got letter
here-it'll take two days to get to
Samson. tn take him two or three
days more to get here. You've got to
wait week"
Sally" the temporary chieftain
spoke still in a patient, humoring sort
of voice. as to a tempestuous child,
thar hain't no place ter mail letter
higher then Hixon. No South can't
ride inter Hixon. an ride out again.
The mail carrier won't be down this
way fer two days yit."
I'm not askin' any South to ride
into Hixon. l recollect another time
when Samson was the only one that
would do that" she answered, still
scornfully. Il didn't come here to ask
favors. l come to give orders-for
him. A train leaves soon in the morn.
ing. My letters goin' on that train. :"
Who's goin' ter take hit ter town
fer ye?"
I'm goin to take it for myself"
Her reply was. given as a matter OF
course.
THAT wouldn't hardly be safe, Sal
ly." the miller demurred; this haint
no time fer gal ter be galnvantin'
around by herself in the night time.
Hits a-comin up ter storm, an we've
got thirty miles ter ride, an thirty Eve
back ter yore house"
I'm not scared" she replied. I'm
goin' an I'm warnin' you now, II you
do anything that Samson don't like,
you'll have to answer to him, when he
comes" She turned, walking very
erect and dauntless to her sorrel mare.
and disappeared at a gallop.
Il reckon" said Vile McCager.
breaking silence at last, hit don't
make no great dif'rence. He won't
hardly come, nohow." Then, he added:
But thet boy is smart"
Samson's return from Europe, after
a years study, was in the nature of
moderate triumph. With the art
sponsorship of George Lescott and the
social sponsorship of Adrienne. he
found that orders for portraits, from
those who could pay munifcently.
seemed to seek him. He was tasting
the novelty of being lionized
That summer Mrs. Lescott opened
her house on Long Island early, and
the life there was full of the sort of
gayety that comes to pleasant places
when young men in fiannels and girls
in soft summary gowns and tanned
cheeks are playing wholesomely and
singing tunefully and making love-
not too seriously.
Samson, tremendously busy these
days in new studio of his own, had
run over for a week. Horton was, OF
course, of the party, and George Les
colt was doing the honors as host.
One evening Adrienne left the dane.
ers for the pergola, where she took
refuge under a mass Of honeysuche
Samson South followed her. She
saw him coming, and smiled. She was
contrasting this Samson, loosely clad
in fiannels, with the Samson she had
first seen rising awkwardIy to greet
her in the studio.
You should have stayed inside and
made yourself agreeable to the girls"
Adrienne reproved him, as he came
up. What's the use OF making a lion
of you, IL you won't roar for the Wis
itors?"
I've been roaring" laughed the
man. I've Just been explaining to
Miss Willoughby that we only eat the
people we kill in Kentucky on certain
days of solemn observance and sacri-
fee. / wanted to be agreeable to you,
Drennie, for a while.
do you ever find yourself homesick,
Samson. these days?"
The man answered with a short
laugA. Then his words came softly.
and not his own words. but those OF
one more eloquent:
Who hath desired the sea? Her ex-
cellent loneliness rather
Than the forecourts of kings, and her
uttermost pits than the streets
where men gather.
His sea that his being fulflls?
So and no otherwise-so and no other