Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1915-01-07

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but grinding grist was his vocation.
not strategy and tactics. The enemy
had such masters Of intrigue 40 Purvy
and Judge HOLMAN.
Then . lean sorrel mare came jog.
! cling into view, switching her fiy-bitten
tail, and on the mares back. urging
him with a long, leafy switch, sat
loaded ends Of q corn sack. She was
1.-THE and slim, and her violet eyes
were profoundly serious, and her lips
were as resolutely set as Joan Of Arcs
might have been. for Sally Miller had
come only ostensibly to have her corn
ground to meal. She had really come
to speak for the absent chief, and she
sion. The years had sobered the girl.
but her beauty had increased. though
It was now a chastened type, which
gave her strange and rather exalted
refinement of expression.
Vile McCager came to the mill door
as she rode up and lifted the sack
from her horse.
"Howdy, Sally?" he greeted.
"Tolable, thank ye," said Sally I'm
goin' ter get of. )"
AS she entered the great half-lighted
room, where the mill stones creaked
on their cumbersome shafts, the hum
of discussion sank to silence. Tho
girl nodded to the mountaineers gath.
cred in conclave, then, turning to the
miller, she announced:
"I'm going to send for Samson"
The statement was at first met with
dead silence. then came a rumble of
indignant dissent, but for that the
girl was prepared, as she was prepared
for the contemptuous laughter which
followed.
II reckon If Samson was here" she
said, dryly, you all wouldn't think 1t
was quite so funny"
Z. Old Caleb Wiley spat through his
bristling beard, and his voice was
quavering rumble.
What we wants is man. We hain't
got no use fer no traitors thet's too al
mighty damn busy dom fancy work
ter stand by their kith an kin"
That's lie!" said the girl. scorn.
fully. There's just one man living
that's smart enough to match Jesse
Purvy-an' that one man is Sam.
son. Sa;nson's got the right to lead
the Souths. and he's going to do it-ef
he wants to-
Sally" Vile McCaeer 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
Of he wanted ter come back, he'd
a.come afore now. Let him stay whar
he's at"
"Whar is he at?" demanded old Ca
leb Wiley, in truculent voice.
That's his business" Sally flashed
back. but l know. All want to tell
you is this. Don't you make move
till have time to get word to him. !
tell you. he's got to have his say"
II reckon we hain't a,goin' ter wait, "
sneered Caleb. FER Teller tibet won't
let hit be known whar he's a-sojournin'
at Eff ye air so shore of him, why
won't yet tell us whar he is now" !.
That's my business. too sally's
voice was resolute. live got letter
here-it'll take two days to get to
Samson. It'll take him two OF three
days more to get here. You've got to
wait a week"
Sally" the temporary chieftain
spoke still in 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. I recollect another time
when Samson was the only one that
would do that" she answered, still
scornfully. II didn't come here to ask
favors. come to give orders-for
him. A train leaves soon In the morn
ing. Ny letters goin' on that train. y
who's goin' ter take hit ter town
fer ye?"
I'm goin' to take 1t for myself"
Her reply was. given as a matter OF
course.
THAT wouldn't hardly be safe. Sal.
ly." the miller demurred; "this hain't
no time fer gal ter be galavantin
around by herself In the night time
Hits a-comin up ter storm. an we've
got thirty miles ter ride. an thirty-five
back ter wore house."
I'm not scared" she replied. I'm
goin' an I'm warnin' you now, If you
do anything that Samson don't like
you'll have to answer to him, when ne
comes" She turned, walking very
erect and dauntless to her sorrel mare
and disappeared at gallop.
II reckon said Vile McCager,
breaking silence at last. hit don't
make no great dif'renee. He won't
hardly come, nohow," Then, he added:
But tibet boy is smart"