Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-03-20

a woman buying card OF buttons and
fair-haired clerk waiting on her, they
found the building empty.
Back beyond, the hills were impene-
trable, and answered no questions.
Old Spicer South would ten years
ago have put bandage on his wound
and gone about his business, but now
he tossed under his patchwork quilt,
and Brother Spencer expressed grave
doubts for his recovery. With his
counsel unavailable Vile McCager. by
common consent, assumed something
like the powers of a regent and took
upon himself the duties to which Sam
son should have succeeded.
That a Holman should have been
able to elude the pickets and penetrate
the heart of South territory to Spicer
Souths cabin was both astounding and
alarming The war was on without
question now, and there must be coun-
Gil Vile McCager had sent out a sum-
mons for tne family heads to meet
that afternoon at his mill. It was Sat
urday-"milI day''-and in accordance
with ancient custom the lanes would
be more travelled than usual
Those men who came by the wagon
road afforded no unusual spectacle,
for behind each saddle sagged a sack
of grain. Their faces bore no stamp
OF unwonted excitement, but every
man balanced a rife across his pom.
mel None the less. their purpose was
grim, and their talk when they had
gathered was to the point.
Old McCager, himself sorely per-
picked, voiced the sentiment that the
others had been too courteous to ex-
press. With Spicer South bed-ridden
and Samson a renegade, they had no
adequate leader. McCager was a solid
man of intrepid courage and honesty,
but grinding grist was his vocation,
not strategy and tactics The enemy
had such masters of intrigue as Purvy
and Judge HOLMAN.
Then a lean sorreI mare came Jog
ging into view, switching her fiy-bitten
tail, and on the mares back, urging
him with a long, leafy switch. sat a
woman. Behind her sagged the two
loaded ends of corn sack She was
1.-the and slim, and her violet eyes
were profoundly serious. and her lips
were as resolutely set as Joan of Arcs
might have been. for Sally Miller had
come only ostensibly to have her corn
ground to meal. She had really come
to speak for the absent chief. and she
knew that she would be met with deri-
sion. The years had sobered the girl,
but her beauty had increased, though
it was now a chastened type, which
gave her strange and rather exalted
refinement of expression.
Vile McCager came to the mill door
as sire rode up and lifted the sack
from her horse.
"Hcwdy, Sally?" he greeted.
"ToPable. thank ye," said Sally. I'm
goin' ter get off"
AS she entered the great halflighted
room, where the mill stones creaked
on their cumbersome shafts, the hum
of discussion sank to silence. The
girl nodded to the mountaineers gath.
cred IN conclave. then. turning to the
miller. she announced:
I'm going to send for Samson"
The statement was at first met with
dead silence, then came a rumble Of
indignant dissent, but for that the
girl was prepared, as she was prepared
for the contemptuous laughter which
followed.
Il reckon If Samson was here" she
said. dryly, you all wouldn't thI2k 1t
was quite 30 funny"
Old Caleb Wiley spat through his
bristling beard, and his voice was a
quavering rumble.
What we wants is a man We hain't
got no use fer ~ traitors thet's too al
mighty damn busy dom fancy work
ter Jtand by their kith an kin"