The vidette. (Iuka, Tishomingo County, Miss.) 1912-1967, 1915-11-25

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 V here we can find you
For little while, Samson looked at
che other man with slow smile OF
amusement, but soon it died, and his
face grew hard and determined.
"Im obliged to you, Callomb," ne
said, seriously. at was more than
had the right to expect-this warning.
I 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 to do it,"
by God, you can and will" Callomb
spoke with determination. This isn't
time for quibbling. You've got work
to do. We both have work to do. We
can't 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>
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 a
needn't be perfunctory or superficial
Every South cabin will stand open to
you. shall be extremely busy, to ends
which you approve. / can't tell you
what | shall be doing, because to do
that | should have to tell where l
mean to be-"
In two days, the grand jury, with
much secrecy, returned true bill, and
a nay later a considerable deJacnment
of infantry started on dusty hike up
Misery. Furtive and inscrutable Holl-
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
frowned on the street and railroad
track. About it, 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 moment in the
rotunda, he entered the secretary's Of
flee 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 brief note on a slip of paper, he :
Enclosed it in an envelope and handed
1t to his questioner.
You must pardon my seeming mys.
teriousness," he said, but If you let |
me send in that note I 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
flee.
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?"
Il guess not" The governor laughed.
Rather extraordinary note, but send
him in"
Through his eastern window the
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
a 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-
cilable contradiction between the two.
With a slightly frowning seriousness
the executive suggested:
"This note says that you are Samson
South and that you want to see me
with reference to pardon. Whose
pardon is it, Mr.. South"
my own, SIR"
The governor raised his brows
slightly.
your pardon for what? The news