The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1915-02-26

Amongst Ourselves"
Their country a piece, ter see a SIC
man. Don't tell her whar I'm a-goln
He turned to the others. 81 reck79
I've got yore promise tibet Mr.. Lescoi,
hain't a-goin' ter be bothered afore
gifts back?"
Vile McCager promptly gave the a
surance.
81 gives We my hand on hit
81 seed Jim Asberry loafn' round
Jest beyond Their ridge, as l rid oT""
hyar." volunteered the man who i. /
brought the message.
GO slow now, Samson. Don't be no
blame fool" dissuaded Vile McCager.
"Hixon's plumb full of them HollmanS, /
an they're likely ter be full of licker-
hits Saturday. Hits apt ter be shore
death fer ye ter try ter ride through
Main street-ef We gifts tibet far le
dassent do hit"
81 dast do anything" asserted the
boy, with flash of sudden anger
Some liar lowed awhile ago tibet l
was a coward. All right, mebhy | be.
Unc' Vile, keep the boys hyar tell We
hears from mean keep 'em sober"
He turned and made his way to the
fence where his mule stood hitched.
When Samson crossed the ridge and
entered the Holman country, jim AS
berry, watching from hilltop point OF
vantage, rose and mounted the horse
that stood hitched behind a NEARBY
screen of rhododendron bushes and
Young cedars. Sometimes, he rode just
one bend of the road i'll Samson's rear.
Sometimes. he took short cuts, anG
) watched his enemy pass. But always
he held him under a Vigilant eye
Finally, he reached a wayside store
where a local telephone gave communi-
cation with Hollman's Mammoth De-
r partment store.
! "Jedge," he informed, Samson
, South's done left the party ct ther
mill, an he's a-ridin' towards town
e Shall | git him?'
2 is he comm by hisself?" inquired
q the storekeeper.
v Eyes"
t well, jest let him come on. we
can tend ter him hyar, eff necessary
r So Jim withheld his hand, and merely
n Swallowed, sending bulletins, from Tina
t. to time.
e It was about three o'clock when Sam
n son started. 1t was near six when N
e. reached the ribbon Of road that loop
ID down into town over the mountain
le His mule was in lather of sweat. n
| knew that he was being spied upon
or and that word of his coming was tray
le cling ahead of him. What he did nc
know was whether or not it suite
n. Jesse Purvys purpose that he Shout
slide from his mule, dead, before u
SO turned homeward. If Tamarack ha
been seized as declaration OF wa
IT. the chief South would certainly NJ
zig he allowed to return. If the arrest ha
re not been for feud reasons, he mlgl
m escape. That was the question who
nd would be answered with his life
ge death. :,
de The "jailhouse" was small bull
at ing of homemade brick, squatting
the rear of the courthouse yard.
lei Samson drew near, he saw that sor
ab- ten or twelve men, armed with rln'
all separated from groups and dispos
me themselves behind the tree trunks a
be. the stone coping of the well. None
them spoke, and Samson pretend
Ca, that he had not seen them. He 70
an his mule at walk, knowing that
was rife-covered from a half-doz
ed. windows. At the hitching rack dire
ion " beneath the county building,
ost flung his reins over post, and, sWil
ing his rife at his side, passed c
ter tiously along the brick walk to