Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-03-26

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"Torable, thank ye," said Sally. I'm
goin' ter get off,"
AS she entered the great half-lighted
room, where the mill stones cracked
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.
II reckon If Samson was here" she
said, dryly, you all wouldn't think 1t
was quite so funny"
| Old Caleb Wiley spat through his
bristling beard, and his voice was
quavering rumble.
|
got no use fer traitors thet's too al
mighty damn busy doin' fancy work
ter stand by their kith an kim"
That's a lie!" said the girl, scorn-
fully. There's just one man living
that's smart enough to match Jesse
Purvy-an' that one man is Samson.
Samson's got the right to lead the
Souths, and he's going to do it-if
he wants to-"
Sally" Vile McCager spoke, sooth-
ingly, don't go gittin' mad. Caleb
talks hasty. We knows We used ter
be Samson's gal, an we hain't amin
ter hurt your feelin's. But Samson's
done left the mountings. I reckon
ef he wanted ter come back, he'd
a'come afore now. Let him stay whar
he's at"
"Whar is he at?" demanded old Ca
leb Wiley, in a truculent voice.
That's his business" Sally flashed
back, but I know. All want to tell
you is this. Don't you make move
till / have time to get word to him. l
tell you, he's got to have his say"
IT reckon we hain't a-goin' ter wait"
sneered Caleb, "fer a feller thet won't
let hit be known whar he's a-sojournin'
at. Eff ye air so shore Of him, why
won't We tell US whar he is now?"
That's my business, too" Sally's
voice was resolute. 1--WE got letter
here-it'n take two days to get to
Samson. It'll take him two or three
days more to get here. You've got to
wait a week"
Sally" the temporary chieftain
spoke still in patient, humoring sort
of voice, as to a tempestuous child,
| thar hain't no place ter mail letter
higher than Hixon. No South can't
ride inter Hixon, an ride out again.
The mail carrier won't be down this
way fer two days yet"
I'm not asking any South to ride
into Hixon. recollect another time
when Samson was the only one that
would do that" she answered, still
scornfully. II didn't come here to ask
favors. I come to give orders-for
him. A train leaves soon in the morn
ing. My letters going on that train"
who's goin' ter take hit ter town
fer ye?"
Pm goin' to take it for myself"
Her reply was given as a matter OF
course.
That wouldn't hardly be safe, Sal
ly," the miller demurred; this hain't
no time fer gal ter be galavantin'
around by herself in the night time.
Hits a-comin up ter storm, an we've
got thirty miles ter ride. and thirty-five
back ter yore house"
I'm not scared" she replied. I'm
goin' an I'm warnin' you now. If you
do anything that Samson don't like,
you'll have to answer to him, when he
comes" She turned, walking very
erect and dauntless to her sorrel mare,
and disappeared at a gallop.
"I reckon" said Vile McCager,
breaking the silence at last, "hit don't
make no great difference. He won't
But thet boy is smart"
Samson's return from Europe, after
years study, was in the nature Of
moderate triumph. With the art
sponsorship Of George Lescott and the
social sponsorship of Adrienne. he
found that orders for portraits, from
those who could pay munificently,
seemed to seek him. He was tasting
the novelty Of being lionized.
That summer Mrs Lescott opened
her house on Long Island early, and
the life there was full Of the sort Of
gayety that comes to pleasant places
when young men in fiannels and girls
in soft summery gowns and tanned
cheeks are playing wholesomely and
singing tunefully and making love
not too seriously.
| Samson, tremendously busy these
days in a new studio Of his own, had
run over for week. Horton was, Of
course, of the party, and George Les
colt was doing the honors as host.
One evening Adrienne left the dane
ers for the pergola, where she took
refuge under mass Of honeysuckles.
Samson South followed her. She
saw him coming and smiled. She was
contrasting this Samson, loosely clad
in fiannels, with the Samson she had
first seen rising awkwardly to greet
her in the studio.
| You should have stayed inside and
made yourself agreeable to the girls"
Adrienne reproved him, as he came
up Whats the use Of making a lion
Of you, if you won't roar for the Wis
itors?"
| I've been roaring" laughed the
man. I've just been explaining to
Miss Willoughby that we only eat the
people we kill in Kentucky on certain
days Of solemn observance and sacri-
fice l wanted to be agreeable to you,
Drennie, for a while"
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