The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1915-01-20
Her lips and eyes were sober as she

Her lips and eyes were sober as sne
replied. e,
"I reckon thet's all right"
"And what's worse, I've got to be
more trouble. Did you see anything
of a brown mule?"
. She shook her head. r
"'He must have wandered Oh. May
! ask to whom I am indebted for this
first aid to the injured?"
'I don't know what ye means"
= She had propped him against the
rocks and sat near by, looking into his
face with almost disconcerting steadi-
ness; her solemn-pupiled eyes were
unblinklng, 'unsmiling.
why, I mean who are your" he
laughed. @#.r....e.
81 hain't nobody much. 1 Jest lives
over yon." ..,,
But" insisted the man, surely you
have name." ~ M.rzl lF.sE
She nodded. ~ -. ~.
"Hit's Sally
"Then, Miss Sally, ] want to thank
you"
Once more she nodded, and, for the
first time, let her eyes drop, while she
sat nursing her knees. Finally she
glanced up and asked with plucked-up
courage:
Stranger, what mout yore name
be?" ~ \. s'E.
, "Lescott- George Lescott." 4
How'd ye git hurt?'
He shook his head. = N 8 -,5. E
"I was painting up there, }" he said;
"and ! guess J. got too absorbed In the
work. ] stepped backward to look at
the canvas and forgot where the edge
was. ! stepped too far" ,4 q
Z The man rose to his feet, but he tot
tered and !reeled against the wall Of
ragged stone. The blow on his head
had left him faint and dizzy. He sat
down again. +. +. I. 17l N.
p I'm afraid" he ruefully admitted,
that I'm not quite ready for discharge
from your hospital.
"You Jest set where yer att The
girl rose and pointed up the mountain
side. 'T1l light out across the hill and
fotch Samson an, his mule" ts4
:a "Who and where is Samson 2" he
inquired. He realized that, the bot
tom Of the valley would shortly thick
en- into darkness, and that the way
out, unguided, would become impos-
'sible. 1T sounds like the name Of q
strong man." M !, ri.
IT means Samson South" she en-
lightened, as though further descrlp-
tfon of one SO celebrated would be ne
dundant. Hes over thar bout three
quarters 81 @.
"Three-q quarters Of miller" 4
She nodded. What else could three!
quarters mean? 4 ;s}ls ;,2i9
4How long will it take your" lie
asked. tsS,@s -. =. n h Z, "
She deliberated. "samson's hoein'
corn in the fir hill field. He'll hev
ter cotch his mule. Hit mout TEX q
lhalf-hour."'" n q. ,,-.5& Is
"You cant do it&in halt-hour, can
you?" .f7. G.5 ~ B e
"Ill Jest take my foot In my hand.
an light out" She turned, and with
a nod was gone. 5 l{jf Z. Al
At last she came to q point where
a clearing rose on the mountainside
above her. The forest blanket was
stripped Off to make way for a fenced.
in and crafty fitting field Of young
corn. High UP and beyond, close to
the bald shoulders Of sandstone which
threw themselves against the sky, was
the figure Of q man. AS the girl halted
at the foot Of the field, at, last, painting
from her exertions, he was sitting on
the rail fence. looking absently down
on the outstretched panorama below
him. -. 1bs.s'iir ff- .y' II =
Samson South was not, strictly
speaking, a man. His age was per-
haps twenty. He sat loose -jointed and
indolent on the top rail of the fence,
his hands hanging over his Knees, his
hoe forgotten. Near by, propped
against the rails, rested q repeating
rifle, though the people would have
told you that the truce in the South
Holman war; had been unbroken for
two years, and that no clansman need
In these halcyon days go armed afield.
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