The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1915-03-11

been together"
you promised. | want you to go tc
the Lescotts In New York. In year
you can come back-if you want to;
but you must promise that"
IL PROMISE" she reluctantly yielded
II was half.past nine o'clock when
Samson South and Sidney Callomh
rode side by side into Hixon from the
east. A dozen OF the older Souths.
who had not become soldiers. met
them there, and. with no word. sepa.
rated to close about them In circle OF
protection. As Ctllomb's eyes swept
the almost deserted streets. so silent
that the strident switching OF freight
train could be heard down at the edge
of town, he shook his head As he met
the sullen glances OF the gathering in
the courthouse yard, he turned to Sam
son.
They'll fight" he said. briefly.
Samson nodded.
u don't understand the method" de
INJURED the officer, with perplexity
why don't they shoot you at once.
WHAT are they waiting for?"
They want to see," Samson assured
him, what tack mean to take. They
want to let the thing play itself out.
They're inquisitiye-and they're eau
tious, because now they are buckins
the state and the world"
Samson with his escort rode up to
the courthouse door and dismounted.
He was for TIE moment unarmed and
his men walked en- each side Of him.
while the unlocking Hollmans stood
back in surly silence to let him pass
In the Office OF the county judge Sam
son said briefly:
Il want to get my deputies sworn
in"
We've got plenty Of deputy sher-
iffs." was the quietly insolent rejoin.
der.
Not now-we haven't any" Sam
sons voice was sharply incisiye. I'll
name my own assistants"
Whats the matter with these
boys?" The county Judge waved his
hand toward two hold-over deputies
They're fred"
The country Judge laughed
We'll, ] reckon cant attend TO that
right now
Then you refuse?"
"Mebby you might call II that"
Sampson leaned on the judges table
and raped sharply with his knuckles
His handful OF men stood close and
Callomb ca ght his breath In the
hea"y air of storm-freighted suspense.
The HOLMAN partisans filled the room
and others were crowding to the doors.
I'm high sLeriff of this county now"
said Samson, sharply. You are coun-
ty Judge DO we co-operate-or fightT
Il reckon" drawled the other, that's
a matter wen work out as we goes
along. Depends on how obedent ye
air"
I'm responsible for the peace and
quiet of this county" continued Sam
son. Were going to have peace and
quiet"
The Judge looked about him. The in
dicatlons did not appear to him indica-
tive Of peace and quiet
Air we?" he inquired
I'm coming ba k here in half
hour said the new sheriff. This is
an unlawful and armed assembly
When ! get back | want to find the
courthouse occupied only by unarmed
citizens who have business here"
when ye comes back" suggested
the county judge. I'D advise that ye
resigns yore job. A half-hour is about
es long as ye ought ter try ter hold
hit"
Samson turned and walked through
the scowling crowd to the courthouse
steps.
"Gentleme1," he said, in clear. far
carrying voice. there is no need of an
armed congregation at this court
house. call on you in the name Of
the law to lay aside your arms or scat
ter"
There was murmur which for an in
stant threatened to become a roar, but
trailed into a chorus of derisive laugh
ter.
Samson went to the hotel, accompa
MED by Callomb. A half-hour later the
two we're back at the courthouse with
half-dozen companions. The yard
was empty. Samson carried his faith
ers rife. In that half-hour telegram.
prepared in advance. had flashed to
Frankfort.
Mob holds courthouse need
troops"
And reply had flashed back: /.
use local company-Callomb com
manding" So that form OF law was
met.
The courthouse doors were closed
and its windows barricaded. The place
was no longer judicial building II
was a fortress AS Samson's party
paused at the gate warning voice
called.
Don't come no nigher."
The body-guard began dropping
back to shelter.
81 demand admission to the court
house to make arrests shouted the
new sheriff In answer a spattering OF
rife reports came from the jail win
dows. Two of the Souths iell, At a
word from Samson Callomb left on a
run for the hotel. The sheriff himself
took his position in small store
across the street, which he reached un.
hurt under a desultory ire.
ITO BE CONTINUED)