The Delta independent., 1915-07-30
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CHAPTER II-Samson South and Sally
taking Lescott to Samson's home are met
by Spicer South, head of the family, who
tells them that Jesse Purvy has been shot
and that Samson is suspected of the
crime. Samson denies 1t.
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
HOLMAN is on the trail with bloodhounds
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
eketching with Lescott on the mountain.
Tamarack discovers Samson to a jeerinR
crowd of mountaineers Samson thrashes
thim and denounces him as the truce.
buster" who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER vI-Lescott tries to per.
suade Samson to go to New York with
but heartbroken. furthers Lescotts efforts.
The dance at Vile McCager's threatens
trouble to Samson and Lescott.
CHAPTER What the dance Samson
tells the South clan he is going to leave
hs SSs na home aS to
farewell and follows.
CHAPTER vIII-in New York Samson
studies art and learns much of city ways.
Drennie Lescott persuades Wlfred Hor-
ton, her dilettante lover, to do mans
work in the world.
CHAPTER IX-Prompted by her love,
Sally teaches herself to write Horton
throws himself into the business world
and becomes well hated by predatory
hnanciers and politicians; At Bohemian
sporty social parasite, and Horizons enc
my
CHAPTER X-Farbish sees Samson and
Drennie dining together unchaperoned at
the Wigwam roadhouse. He conspires
with others to make Horton Jealous and
succeeds.
Sally had started to school. She
had not announced that she meant to
do SO, but each day the people of Misery
saw her old sorrel mare making its
way to and from the general direction
of Stagbone college, and they smiled.
No one knew how Sally's cheeks
famed as she sat alone on Saturdays
and Sundays on the rock at the back
bones rift. She was taking her place,
morbidly sensitive and a woman OF
eighteen, among little spindle-shanked
girls in short skirts, and the little
girls were more advanced than she.
But she, too, meant to have 'Iarnin' -
as much of 1t as was necessary to sat
isfy the lover who might never come.
And yet, the "fotched-on" teachers at
the college" thought her the most
voraciously ambitious pupil they had
ever had, so unfiaggingly did she toll,
and the most remarkably acquisitive,
so fast did she learn. But her studies
had again been interrupted, and Miss
Grover, her teacher, riding over one
day to find out why her prize scholar
had deserted, met in the road an
empty "jolt wagon" followed by a
ragged cortege of mounted men and
women, whose faces were still lugu.
brious with the effort of recent
mourning. Her question ELECTED the
information that they we're returning
from the "buryin'" of the Widow Mil.
Ter.
Towards the end of that year Sam.
son undertook his portrait of Adri-
enne Lescott. The work was nearing
completion, but it had been agreed
that the girl herself was not to have
a peep at the canvas until the painter
was ready to unveil it in a finished
condition. Often, as she posed, Will
fred Horton idled in the studio with
them, and often George Lescott came
to criticize, and left without criticiz-
ing. The girl was impatient for the
day when she, too, was to see the pic
ture, concerning which the three men
maintained SO profound secrecy. She
knew that Samson was a painter who
analyzed with his brush, and that his
picture would show her not only fea-
lures and expression, but the mans
estimate of herself.
do you know" he said one day.
coming out from behind his easel and
studying her, through half-closed eyes,
Il never really began to know you un-
ill now? Analysing you-studying you
in this fashion. not by your words. but
by your expression, your pose, the
very unconscious essence of your per-
sonality-these things are illuminat-
ing"
Although l am not painting you,"
she said with a smile, 81 have been
studying you, too. AS you stand there
before your canvas your own person
ality is revealed-and have not been
entirely unobservant myself"
And under the X-ray scrutiny of
this profound analysis he said with
q laugh, do you like me?"
wait and see." she retorted.
"At all events"-he spoke gravely-
you must try to like me a little. be-
cause l am not what was. The per-
son that ! am is largely the creature
OF your own fashioning. OF course
you had very raw material to work
with, and you can't make silk purse
of"-he broke OF and smiled-"well,
If me, but in time you may at least