The Huttig news., 1915-03-06

Sally Miller finds George Lescott, land scape painter, unconscious, and after re- VlVing him, goes for assistance. l CHAPTER II-Samson South and Sa1ly taking Leseott to Samson's home, are met by Spleer South, head of the family who 1 tells them that Jesse Purvy has been shot and that Samson is suspected of the crime. Samson denies it.
 CHAPTER III-The shooting of Jesse Puryy breaks the truce in the Holman South feud.
 CHAPTER Iv-Samson reproves Tama- rack Spicer for telling Sally that Jim Holman is on the trail with bloodhounds hunting the man who shot Purvy.
 CHAPTER v-The bloodhounds lose the i trail at Spicer South's door. Tyescott dis covers artistic ability in Samson. While 1 sketching with Leseott on the mountain, | Tamarack discovers Samson to q ieering 1 rrowd of mountaineers. Samson thrtshes him and denounees him as the truce | buster who shot Purvy.
 CHAPTER vI-Lescott tries 10 per suade Samson to go to New York with but heartbroken. furthers Lescotts efforts. The dance at Vile McCager's threatens trouble to Samson and Leseott.
 CHAPTER VII-At the dance Samson tells the South clan he is going to seape the mountains. Lescott goes home to New York. Samson bids Spcer and Sally farewell and follows.
 CHAPTER IX-Prompted by her love. Sally teaches herself to write Horton throws himself into the business world ar and becomes well hated by predatory l hnanciers and politicians. At Bohemian resort samson meets William Farbsh, sporty social parasite, and Hortons enc my.
 CHAPTER X-Tarbisf sees Samson ana Drennie dining together uIlchaperoned at the Wigwam roadhouse. He consp!res with others to make Horton jealous and succeeds.
 CHAPTER xI-Farbish brings Norton and samson together at the Kenmore clubs shooting lodge, and forces an open rupture expecting Samson to kill Horton and so rid the political and financial thugs of the crusader. Samson exposes the plot and thrashes the conspirators
 The next afternoon Samson ran uF the street steps of the Lescott house and rang the bell, and a few moments later Adrienne appeared. The car was waiting outside, and, as the girl came down the stairs in motor coat and veil, she. paused and her fingers on the banister frightened in surprise as she looked at the man who stood below holding his hat in his hand, with his face upturned. The well-shaped head was no longer marred by the mane which it had formerly worn, but was close cropped, and under the trans forming influence of the change the | forehead seemed bolder and higher. and to her thinking the strength of the purposeful features was enhanced, and yet, had she known it, the man felt that he had for the first time sur rendered a point which meant an aban- donment of something akin to prin- ciple.
 She said nothing, but as she took his hand in greeting her fingers pressed his own in handclasp more lingering than usual.
 Late that evening. when Samson re- turned to the studio, he found mis- sive in his letter box, and, as he took it out, his eyes fell on the postmark. It was dated from Hixon, Kentucky, and, as the man slowly climbed the stairs, he turned the envelope over in his hand with a strange sense of mis- giving and premonision.
 The letter was written in the cramped hand Of Brother Spencer. Through it's faulty diction ran plain. Iy discernible undernote of disapprova1 for Samson, though there was no word of reproof or criticism. It was plain that it was sent as matter of cour. tesy to one who, having proved an apostate, scarcely merited such consid. eration. It informed him that old Spicer South had been mighty pore. ly," but was now better, barring the breaking of age. Everyone was "tol' erable." Then came the announce. ment which the letter had been writ. ten to convey.
 The term of the South Holman truce for an indefinite period. Some of your folks thought they ought to let you know because they l promised to give you say" wrote 1 the informant. But they decided that it couldn't hardly make no difference to you, since you have left the noun. tains, and if you cared anything about it, you knew the time, and could of been here. Hoping this finds you we'll"
 Samson's face clouded. He threw the soiled and scribbled missive down on the table and sat with unseeing eyes fixed on the studio wall So, they had cast him out of their councils! They already thought of him as one who had been.
 In that passionate rush of feeling everything that had happened since he had left Misery seemed artificial and droamlike He longed for the realities that were forfeited. He want ed to press himself close to the great, gray shoulders of rock that broke through the greenery like giants tear ing off soft raiment Those were his people back there. He should be run ming with the wolf pack, not coursing with beagles.
 He had been telling himself that he