The Green Forest tribune., 1915-03-12
CHAPTER XIV.

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 " amson stopped at his studio and ow open an old closet where, from r tered pile of discarded background
 )erfes, canvases and stretchers, he
 ed out buried and dust-covered Dg 0f saddlebags. They had long he there forgotten, but they held the haty clothes in which he had left r thsry.
 y slmsOn had caught the fastest west Is ind express on the schedule In Ertyty-six hours he would be at Hixon. Ire fe were many things which his vsin must attack and digest in these ennis. He must arrange his plan of
 on to it's minutest detail, because
 would have as little time for refiec- ,. once he had reached his own .. ltry, as a wildcat flung into pack
 Iounds.
 4s;, .om the railroad station to his .e he must make his way-most
 ,ably fight his way-through thirty
 of hostile territory, where all ' trails were watched. And yet, for !" time, all that seemed too remotely 'al al to hold his thoughts. uni took out Sally's letter, and read
 ice more. He read it mechanically
 as a piece of news that had no 7ght evil tidings. Then, suddenly, &her aspect of it struck him-an as- me to which the shock of it's recep- r JaN had until this tardy moment |te led him. The letter was perfectly Flaw lmatical and penned in a hand of AbOok roundness and evenness Town address, the body of the missive
 the signature were all in one chi Ede aphy. She would not have intrust- GOie writing of this letter to anyone and
 rgesNy had learned to write. Plore0ver, at the end were the trals, with love-" It was all plain
 Sally had never repudiated him.
 was declaring herself true to her depion and her love
 g Good Goal" groaned the man, in ab- is ty bitter self-contempt His hand D sta involuntarily to his cropped head, Egnn8 dropped with a gesture of self Fe beting. He looked down at his tan eres and silk socks. He rolled back
 ,hirtsieeve and contemplated the a v4rm that had once been as brown or, tough as leather. It was now the an of 2 city man, except for the burn tract o oo.uooi "eeA' ne was ,ob- ming at the eleventh hour c ;r ped of the faith of his kinsmen,
 stripped of his faith in himself.
 were to realize the constructive
 ms of which he had last night so ef Ddently prattled to Adrienne, he III lead his people from under the sec ting shadow of the feud. Pus' must reappear before his kins- o~ as much as possible the boy who Ft left them-not the flop with new |re"ed affectations. His eyes fell
 the saddlebags upon the floor of put 'ullman and he smiled satirically
 
 ham ixon and walk brazenly through
 own in those old clothes, chal-
 ng every hostile glance. If they In whim down on the streets, as they iue1inly would do, it would end his th1oning and his anguish of dilem- |eratA He would welcome that, but it ren1i, after all, be shirking the issue. inn must get out of Hixon and into |etiugwn country unrecognized. The of C boy of four years ago was the
 what flled-out man now. The one
 ssion that he had made to Paris .no was the wearing of a closely at ed mustache. That he still wore r,ss worn 1t chiefly because he liked IT Adrienne's humorous denuncia-
 f 1t. He knew that, in his pres.
 uise and dress. he had an excel
 chance of walking through the -.ttS