The Huttig news., 1915-02-27

 tells them that Jesse P0rvy has been shot, and that Samson is suspected of the crime. Samson denies it.
 CHAPTER III-The shooting of Jesse Purvy breaks the truce in the Holman South feud
 CHAPTER Iv-samson reproves Tama- rack Spicer for telling Sally that Jim Hoffman is on the trail with bioodhounds hunting the man who shot Purvy.
 CHAPTER v-The bloodhounds lose the trail at Spicer South's door Lescott dis covers artistic ability in Samson. While sketching with Lescott on the mountain. crowd of mountajneers. Samson thrashes him and denounees him as the truce buster'' who shot Puryy.
 CHAPTER vI-Lescott tries to per- suade Samson to go to New York with him and develop his talent Sally loyal but heartbroken, furthers Lescott's efforts The dance at Vile McCager's threatens trouble to Samson and Lescott
 CHAPTER yII-At the dance Samson tells the South clan he is going to ieavt the mountains. Leseott goes home to New York. Samson bids Spicer and Sally farewell and follows.
 CHAPTER Ix-PromHed by her love, Sally teaches herself to write. Horton throws himself into the business world and becomes we'll hated by predatory f1nanciers and politicians At a Bohemian resort Samson meets William Farbish sporty social parasite, and Horton's ene- my.
 CHAPTER X-TarbisfI sees Samson ana Drennie dining together uIrchaperoned at the Wigwam roadhouse. He conspires with others to make Horton jealous and succeeds
 
 Maybe you know why 1 don't kill you. Maybe you don't. .. don't give a damn whether you do or not. :. That's the first blow I've ever passed. =. ain't going to hit back. . :. You need a friend pretty bad just now. For certain reasons, I'm going to be that friend .. Don't you see that this thing is damned frame-up? Don't you see that was brought here to murder you?" He turned suddenly to Farbish.
 Why did you insist on my putting that in my poeket"-Samson took out the pistol, and threw it down on the | table-cloth in front of Wilfred, where | it struck and shivered half-filled 1 wine glass-"and why did you warn me that this man meant to kill meg l I was meant to be your catspaw to put Wilfred Horton out of your way. may be barbarian and a savage, but l can smell a rat-if it's dead enough D For an instant there was absolute and hushed calm. Wilfred Horton picked up the discarded weapon and looked at it in bewildered stupefae- tion then slowly his face famed with distressing modification.
 Any time you want to fight me- Samson had turned again to face him, and was still talking in his deadly quiet voice-"except tonight, you can find me. I've never been hit before without hitting back That blow has got to be paid for-but the man that's really responsible has got to pay first. When I fight you, I'll fight for myself, not for bunch of damned murderers.
 Just now, I've got other business. That man framed this up," He pointed a lean finger across the table into the startled countenance of MT. Farbish He knew! He has been working on this job for month. Pm going to attend to his case now"
 AS Samson started toward Farbish, the ccnspirator rose, and, with an ex- cellent counterfeit of insulted virtue, pushed back his chair.
 By God" he indignantly exclaimed, you mustn't try to embroil me in your quarrels. You must apologize. You are talking wildly, South"
 Am I?" questioned the Kentuckian, quietly; I'm going to act wildly in a minute
 He halted short distance from Far bish, and drew from his pocket a crumpled scrap of the offending maga- Elne pase. tue iIoin .nat liau v.AoAAe-~- Horton.
 T may not have good manners, Mister Farbish, but where I come from we know how to handle varmints :" He dropped his voice and added for the plotter's ear only: Here's a little matter on the side that concerns only us. It wouldn't interest these other gentlemen He opened his hand, and added: Here, eat that."
 Farbish with frightened glance at the set face of the man who was ad- vancing upon him, leaped back, and drew from his pocket a pistol-it was an exact counterpart of the one with which he had supplied Samson.
 With panther-like swiftness, the Kentuckian leaped forward and struck up the weapon, which spat one in- effective bullet into the rafters. There was a momentary scuffie of swaying bodies and a crash under which the table groaned amid the shattering of glass and china. Then, slowly, the conspirator's body bent back at the waist, until it's shoulders were stretched on the disarranged cloth, and the white face. with purple veins swelling on the forehead. stared up between two brown hands that gripped its throat
 Swallow that." ordered the noun