Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1915-04-02

stoical voice. Il tell We amt quite
through with We yet In due an proper
time I'll see that We get yer ticket. :"
Then he added, with conciliating soft
ness: We've been friends a long
while. Let's talk this thing over be-
FORE we fall out"
Thar hain't nothin' to talk over"
stormed Aaron. "Ye're jest tryin' ter
kill time till the boys gifts hyar, and
then reckon We lows ter have me kilt
like yer've had me kill them others.
Hit amt no use. I've done sent EN-
away. When they gifts back hyar.
either you'll be in hell. or I'll be on my
way outen the mountings."
Samson stood rigid. Here was the
confession of one murderer, with no
denial from the other. The truce was
off. Why should he wait? Cataracts
seemed to thunder in his brain, and
yet he stood there. his hand in his coat
pocket, clutching the grip of a maya
zine pistol. Samson South the old. and
Samson South the new were writing
in the life-and-death grapple OF two
codes. Then, before decision came,
he heard a sharp report inside, and
the heavy fall of a body to the floor.
A wildly excited figure came plung-
ing through the door, and Samson's
left hand swept out and seized its
shoulder in a sudden wise grip.
"Do you know me?"' he inquired, as
tho foi x1s,1IoA nmav and
crouched back with startled surprise
and vicious frenzy
mo, damn We! Git outen my road"
Aaron thrust his cooked rifle close
against the strangers face. From
its muzzle came the acrid stencil OF
freshly burned powder. cit outen my
road afore kills vel"
my name is Samson South"
Before the astounded finger on the
trigger could be crooked. Samson
pistol spoke from the pocket, and, as
though in echo, the rife bla2ed, little
too late and shade too high. over his
head. as the dead mans arms went NJ,
Except for those two reports there
was no sound. Samson stood still, an
ticipating en- uproar of alarm. Row
he should doubtless have to pay With
his life for both the deaths, which
would inevitably and logically be At
tributed to his agency. But, strangely
enough, no clamor arose. The shot IN
side had been muf1ied. and those out
side, broken by the intervening store
did not arouse the house. Purvy
bodyguard had been sent away by Hol
lis on false alarm. Only the women
folks" and children remained indoors
and they we're drowning with piano
any sounds that might have come from
without
Now Samson South stood looking
down, uninterrupted, on what had been
Aaron Hollis as It lay n,otionless al
his feet. There was powder-burneC
hole in the buttarnut shirt. and only
slender thread of blood trickled ints
the dirt-grimed cracks between ths
planks.
Samson turned to the darkencd door
way. Inside was emptiness. except FOL
the other body, which had crumples
forward and face down across the
counter. A glance showed that Jesse
Purvy would no more fight back tbs
coming of death. He was quite I'm
armed
Samson paused only for a momen
tary survey. His score was clean. He
would not again have to agonize ovel
the dilemma of old ethics and new
Tomorrow the word would spread like
wildfire along Misery and Crippleshir
that Samson South was back and thai
his coming had been signalized by
| these two deaths. The fact that be
was responsible for only one-and thai
| in elf-defense-would not matter
They would prefer to believe that he
| had invaded the store and killed Purvy
and that Hollis had fallen in his mas
ter's defense at the threshold. Sam
son went out. still meeting no one. and
continued his journey.
Dusk was falling when he hitched
his horse in a clump of timber, and
lifting his saddlebags. began climbing
to a cabin that sat back in thicketed
cove. He was now well within South
territory and the need of masquerade
had ended.
The cabin had not for years been oc.
cupied. Its rooftree was leaning
askew under rotting shingles. The
doorstep was UNCOVERED. and the
stones of the hearth we're broken. But
1t lay well hidden and would serve his
purposes
Shortly. candle flickered inside.
before small hand mirror. Scissors
and safety razor were for while
busy. The man who entered in i'm
peccable clothes emerged fifteen min
utes later-transformed There APP
peared under the rising June crescent
smooth-faced native. clad in stained
store clothes. with rough wooden socks
showing at his brogan tops, and a
battered felt hat drawn over his face,
No one who had known the Samson