Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1915-02-05

a declaration OF wax. IL was as lnouEn
he had posed her as the Spirit of the
Cumberlands.
He waited until she should be
calmer
you don't understand me, Miss
Sally. I'm not trying to take Samson
away from yeu. If man should lose
a girl Ike you, he couldn't gain enough
IN the world to make up for 1t. All
want is that he shall have the chance
to make the best of his life"
reckon Samson don't need no
fntched-on help ter make folks &C.
knowledge him.
! Every man needs his chance. He
can be great painter-but that's the
least part OF it. He can come back
equipped for anything that life offers.
Here, he is wasted"
"Ye mean"-she put the question
with a hurt quaver in her voice-"ye
mean we all hain't good enough for
Samson?'
No. only mean that Samson wants
to grow-and he needs space and new
scenes in which to grow. want to
take him where he can see more of the
world-not only little section of the
world. Surely, you are not distrustful
of Samson's loyalty? | want him to go
with me for while, and see life."
Don't We say hit" The defiance In
her voice was being patbetieally tan
| gled up with the tears. She was
speaking in a transport of grief. Don't
We say hit. Take anybody else--take
'em all down thar. but leave us Sam
son. We needs him hyar. We've jest
got ter have Samson hyar."
She faced him still with quivering
| lips, but in another moment, with a
sudden sob, she dropped to the rock,
and buried her face in her crossed
arms. He went over and softly laid
hand on her shoulder.
Miss Sally" he began.
She suddenly turned on him tear
stained, infuriated face, stormy with
blazing eyes and wet cheeks and
| trembling lips.
Don't touch me-" she cried; don't
| We dare ter touch me! / hain't nothin'
but gal-but reckon could most
tear We ter pieces. Ye're jest a pizen
snake, anyhow" Then, she pointed a
tremulous finger off up the road. "Git
away from hyar," she commanded. Il
don't never want ter see We again.
Ye're tryin' ter steal everything
loves. Git away, tells ye!-git away
-begonei"
Think it over" urged Lescott, quiet
ly. See il your heart doesn't say am
Samson's friend-and yours" He
turned, and began making his way
over the rocks; but, before he had
gone far, he sat down to reflect upon
the situation. Certainly, he was not
augmenting his popularity. A half
hour later, he heard rustic, and,
turning, saw Sally standing not far OF.
She was hesitating at the edge Of the
underbrush, and Lescott read in her
eyes the effort it was costing her to
come forward and apologize.
81 reckon reckon I've got ter ask
yore pardon" she said, slowly and with
labored utterance. He looked up to
see her standing with her head droop.
|
ing and her fingers nervously pulling
flower to pieces.
Il reckon hain't a plumb fool.
knows tibet Samson's got right ter
eddication. Anyhow. 1 knows he wants
hit"
Education" said the man, isn't go
ing to change Samson, except to make
him finer than he is-and more
capable" 49,
She shook her head 81 hain't got
no eddication," she answered. Hits
a-goin' ter make him too good fer me.
| reckon hits a-goin ter jest about
kill me. :" Her lips twisted
themselves into pathetic smile again,
and her chin came stiffiy up. But"
she added, determinedly, tibet don't
make no diff rence, nohow."
Yet, when Samson that evening gave
his whippoorwill call at the Widow
MiIler's cabin, he found a detected and
miserable girl sitting on the stile. with
her chin propped in her two hands and
her eyes full OF somberness and fore
| boding.
whats the matter, Sally?" ques-
toned he, anxiously. Hes that low
down Tamarack Spicer been round
here tellin' ye some more stories Ter
poster ye?"
She shook her head in silence
Usually, she bore the brunt of their
conversations. Samson merely agree
| ing with, or overruling, her in lordly
brevities. The boy climbed up and sat
beside her.
| (To BE coNTINUED)