The Green Forest tribune., 1915-04-02

 flushed. q beg your pardon" she said, quickly.
 That's all right" treasured the man. T know what yere a-thinkin, but I hain't takin' no offense. The high sheriff sent me over. I'm one of his deputies"
 Were you"-she paused. and added rather timidly-"were you in the court house?"
 He nodded, and with brown fore finger traced the scar on his cheek.
 Samson South done that thar with his rif1egun," he enlightened. Hes funny sort of feller, is Samson South.
 How" she asked.
 Wall, he licked us, an licked us so plumb damn hard we was skeered ter fight ag'in, an then, 'stid of tramplin on us, he turned right round, an made me deputy. My brothers corporal in this hyar new-fangled mi lishy I reckon this time the peace is goin' ter last. Hits a mighty funny way ter act, but pears like it works all right"
 Then, at the ridge, the girls heart gave a sudden bound, for there at the | highest point. where the road went up and dipped again, waited the mounted figure of Samson South, and. as they came into sight, he waved his felt hat and rode down to meet them. "Greetings!" he shouted. Then. as he leaned over and took Adrienne's hand, he added: "The Goops send you their welcome" His smile was un- changed, but the girl noted that his hair had again grown long.
 Finally, as the sun was setting, they reached a roadside cabin, and the mountaineer said briefly to the other men:
 You fellows ride on. l want Dren- nie to stop with me moment. We'll join you later"
 Lescott nodded. He remembered the cabin of the Widow Miller, and Hor- ton rode with him, albeit grudgingly. Adrienne sprang lightly to the ground, laughingly rejecting Samson's assistance, and came with him to the top of stile, from which he pointed | to the log cabin, set back in it's small yard, wherein geese and chickens picked industriously about in the sandy earth.
 A huge poplar and a great oak nodded to each other at either side of the door, and over the walls a clam bering profusion of honeysuckle vine 1 I1J 1f in joint effort to hide the white chink- ing between the dark logs. From the crude milk benches to the sweep of the well, every note was one of neat ness and rustic charm. Slowly, he said, looking straight into her eyes:
 'This is Sally's cabin, Drennie.
 He watched her expression, and her lips curved up in the same sweetness of smile that had first captivated and helped to mold him.
 It's lovely!" she cried, with frank delight. Its picture
 "Wait!" he commanded. Then, turn ing toward the house, he sent out the long, peculiarly mournful call of the whippoorwill, and, at the signal, the door opened, and on the threshold Adrienne saw a slender figure. She had called the cabin with it's shaded dooryard a picture, but now she knew she had been wrong. It was only a background It was the girl herself who made and completed the picture. She stood there in the wild simplicity that artists seek vainly to reproduce in posed figures. Her red calico dress was patched, but fell in graceful lines to her slim bare ankles, though the 1 first faint frosts had already fallen.
 Her red-brown hair hung loose and in masses about the oval of face in which the half-parted lips were dashes of scarlet, and the eyes large violet l pools She stood with her little chin tilted in a half-wild attitude of recon noiter as a fawn might have stood. | One brown arm and hand rested on the door frame, and, as she saw the other woman she colored adorably.
 Adrienne thought she had never seen so instinctively and unaffectedly | lovely face or figure. Then the girl came down the steps and ran toward | them.
 "Drennie," said the man, this is Sally. 1 want you two to love each | other" For an instant, Adrienne Les colt stood looking at the mountain girl, and then she opened both her | arms.
 Sally" she cried, you adorable child I do love yOu!"
 The girl in the calico dress raised her face, and her eyes were glistening
 'I'm obleeged ter ye," she faltered. Then, with open and wondering ad- miration she stood gazing at the first fine lady" upon whom her glance had ever fallen.
 Samson went over and took Sally's hand
 "Drennie," he said, softly, "is there anything the matter with her?'
 Adrienne Lescott shook her head.
 T understand" she said.
 T sent the others on," he went on quietly, because I wanted that first