The Blackfoot optimist. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1907-1918, 1915-07-22
we won't have to fight each other
What do you suggest"

III the court orders the militia to
make an arrest, the militia has no OPP
ton. In the long run, resistance would
only ALLEVIATE the sympathy of the
world at large. There is just one
thing to be done, South. It's thing,
don't like to suggest" He paused
then added emphatically: when my
detail arrives here, which will prob
ably be in three or four days. you
must not be here. You must not be-
in any place where we can find you.
For little while, Samson looked at
the other man with a slow smile OF
amusement, but soon 1t died, and his
face grew hard and determined.
I'm obliged to you, Callomb,' he
said. seriously. TT was more than l.
had the right to expect-this warming.
l understand the cost of giving 1t. But
it's no use. can't cut and run. No, by,
God, you wouldn't do it! You can't
ask me 10 do it."
by God, you can and Will" Callomb
spoke with determination. "This isn't
a time for quibbling. You've got work,
to do. We both have work to do. We.
cant stand on matter of vainglorious'
pride, and let big issues Of humanity,
go to pot. We haven't the right to-
spend mems lives in fighting each
other, when we are the only two men
in this ENHANCEMENT who are in per-
feet accord--and honest"
The mountaineer spent some min
utes in silent self-debate. The working
of his face under the play Of alternat-
ing doubt, resolution, hatred and insur-i
gency, told the militiaman what a.
struggle was progressing. At last,
Samson's eyes cleared with an express
sion of discovered solution.
"All right, Callomb," he said, briefly.
you won't find mel" He smiled, as,
he added Make as thorough q
search as your duty demands. II
needn't be perfunctory or SUPERFICIAL
Every South cabin will stand open to
you. l shall be extremely busy, to ends
which you approve. / can't tell you
what l shall be doing. because to do
that, / should have to tell where I
mean to be-"
In two days, the grand Jury, with
much secrecy, returned true bill, and
day later a considerable detachment
of infantry started on dusty hike upt
Misery. Furtive and inscrutable HOll4
man eyes along the way watched them
from cabin doors, and counted them
They meant also to count them coming,
back, and they did not expect the
totals to tally.
Back of an iron spiked fence, and a
dusty sunburned lawn, the barrack-like
facades of the old administration
building and Kentucky state capitol
| track. About 1t, on two sides of the
Kentucky river, sprawled the town OF
| Frankfort; sleepy, more or less dishev-
eled at the center, and stretching to
! shaded environs of colonial houses set
in lawns of rich bluegrass, amid the
| shade of forest trees. Circling the
town in an embrace Of quiet beauty
rose the Kentucky river hills.
Turning in to the gate of the state
house enclosure, a man, who seemed
to be an easterner by the cut of his
clothes, walked slowly up the brick
walk, and passed around the fountain
at the front of the capitol. His steps
carried him direct to the main en-
trance Of the administration building,
and, having paused a moment in the
rotunda, he entered the secretary's Of
fee of the executive suite, and asked
for an interview with the governor.
"Have you an appointment" the sec,
rotary asked.
The visitor shook his head. Scrib-
bling a brief note on a slip Of paper, ha
inclosed it in an envelope and handed
it to his questioner.
You must pardon my seeming mys.
teriousness," he said, but If you let
me send in that note think the gov
ernor will see me-"
Once more the secretary studied his
man with slightly puzzled air, then
| nodded and went through the door that
gave admission to the executives Of.
fee.
His excellency opened the envelope
and his face showed an expression Of
surprise. He raised his brows question:
ingly.
"Rough-looking sort?" he inquired.
"Mountaineer?"
mo, sir. New Yorker would be my
guess. Is there anything suspicious?"
II guess not" The governor laughed,
Rather extraordinary note, but send
him in
Through his eastern window tho
! governor gazed off across the hills OF
South Frankfort, to the ribbon of river
that came down from the troublesome
hills. Then. hearing a movement at His
back, he turned, and his eyes took In
well-dressed figure with confidence,
inspiring features.
He picked up the slip from his desk
and, for moment, stood comparing
the name and the message with the
man who had sent them In. There
seemed to be in his mind some irrecon,