The Green Forest tribune., 1915-03-12

 Whispering whippoorwill.
 Then, with a sudden glad little cry, she came running with her old fleet grace down to the road. Samson had vaulted the stile and stood in the full moonlight As he arms and his voice broke from his throat in half-hoarse, passionate cry: "Sally!"
 It was the only word he could have spoken just then. but it was all that was necessary. It told her everything For a time there was no speech, but to each of them it seemed that their tumultuous heartbeating must sound above the night music, and the teleg- raphy of heartbeats tells enough.
 But they had much to say to each other and, finally. Samson broke the silence:
 Did ye think 1 wasn't a-coming back, Sally?" he questioned, softly. At that moment he had no realization that his tongue had ever fashioned smoother phrases. And she, too. who had been making war on crude idioms, forgot. as she answered.:
 "Ye done said ye was comin'." Then she added happy lie: Il knowed plumb shore yed do hit"
 After while she drew away and said, slowly:
 Samson, I've done kept the old l rifle-gun ready fer ye. Ye said ye'd need it bad when ye come back, an I've took care of it' She stood there holding it, and her voice dropped almost to whisper as she added:
 Its been lot of comfort to me sometimes, because it was your'n. knew if ye stopped keerin' fer me ye wouldn't let me keep it-an' as long as I had it T." She broke off, and | the fingers of one hand touched the | weapon caressingly. After long while they found time for the less wonderful things. q got your letter." he said, seriously land l came at once" As he began to speak of concrete facts he dropped again into ordinary English and did not know that he had changed his manner of speech.
 For an instant Sally looked up into his face, then with sudden laugh, she informed him:
 q can say isn't instead of 'hain't too. How did you like my writing?"
 He held her off at arms length, and looked at her pridefully, but under his gaze her eyes fell and her face flushed with sudden diffidence and a new shyness of realization. She wore a calico dress, but at her throat was a soft little bow of ribbon. She was no longer the totally unself-conscious wood nymph though as natural and in- | stinctive as in other days. Suddenly she drew away from him little, and l her hands went slowly to her breast and rested there. She was fronting a great crisis, but, in the first flush of 1 joy she had forgotten it. She had spent lonely nights struggling for rudi- ments: she had sought and fought to refashion herself, so that, if he came, l he need not be ashamed of her. And now he had come and, with terrible clarity and distinctness, she realized how pitifully little she had been able to accomplish. Would she pass mus ter? She stood there before him, | frightened, self-conscious and palpi- tating, then her voice came in Whis- per:
 Samson, dear, Pm not holdin' you to any promise Those things we said were a long time back. Maybe we'd better forget em now and begin all over again"
 But again he crushed her in hls arms and his voice rose triumphantly: 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.
 Il don't want to take them back, " she said. Then, suddenly, she added. | importantly: T wear shoes and stock | ings now, and I've been to school lit | tie. Pm awfully-awfully ignorant. | Samson, but I've started, and I reckon you can teach me-"
 His voice choked. Then, her hands strayed up, and clasped themselves about his head
 "Oh, Samson" she cried, as though someone had struck her. you've cut yore ha'r."
 Tt will grow again." he laughed But he wished that he had not had to rake that excuse Then, being hon. est, he told her all about Adrienne Les cott-even about how, after he be- lieved that he had been outcast by his uncle and herself, he had had his mo- ments of doubt. Now that it was all so 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