The Columbus courier. [volume] (Columbus, Luna County, N.M.) 1911-1920, 1915-02-19

q declaration of a II was e. though
he had posed her " the Spirit Of tho
Cumberlands.
He waited until she should be
oalmer.
you don't understand me. Miss
Sally. I'm not trying to take Samson
away from you II a man should lose
a girl like you, he couldn't gain enough
in the world to make up for H. All !
want is that he shall have the chance
TO make the best OF his life"
Il reckon Samson don't need no
fotched-on help ter make folks ac-
knowledge him"
Every man needs his chance. He
a be a great painter-but that's the
least part Of II. He can come back
equipped for anything that life Offers.
Here, he is wasted"
aye mean"-she put the question
with a hurt quaver in her voice-"ye
mean we all hain't good enough for
Samson?'
mo. I only mean that Samson wants
10 grow--and he needs space and new
scenes in which to grow. want to
take him where ne can see more Of the
world-not only a little section Of the
world. Surely. you are not eistrustful
Of samson's loyalty2 I want him to go
with me for a while, and see life"
Don't We say hitl" The defiance In
her voice was being pathetically tan.
gled up with the tears. She was
speaking in a transport OF grief. Don't
We say hit. Take anybody s'se-take
EN- all down thar, but leave us Sam
son We needs him hyar. We've Jest
got ter have Samson hyar."
She faced him still with qulvering
lips, but in another moment, with q
sudden sob. she dropped to the rock,
and buried her face in her crossed
arms. He went over and softly laid
a hand on her shoulder.
Miss Sally" he began.
She suddenly turned on him a tear
stained, Infatuated face, stormy with
blazing eyes and wet cheeks and
trembling lips.
Don't touch me-" che cried; don't
We dare ter touch mel | hain't nothin'
but a gal-but | reckon / could most
tear ye ter pieces. Ye're Jest n pizen
snake, %anyhowl" Then, she pointed a
tremulous finger of up the road. Git
away from hyar." she commanded. u
don't never want ter see ye again.
Ye're tryin' ter steal everything l
loves. Git away, l tells yel-git away
-begonel"
Think It over" urged Lescott, quiet
~. See II your heart doesn't say | am
Samson's friend-and yours" He
turned, and began making his way
over the rocks; but, before he had
gone far, he sat down to reflect upon
the situation. Certainly, he was not
augmenting his popularity, A half
hour later, he heard a rustic, and,
turning. saw Sally standing not far on.
She was hesitating at the edge Of the
~underbrush, and Lescott read In her
eyes the effort II was costing her TO
come forward and apologize
81 reckon reckon I've got ter ask
yore pardon" she said, slowly and with
labored u~tterance. He looked up to
see her standing with her head droop-
ing and her fingers %nervously pulling a
flower 60 pieces.
81 reckon / hain't a plumb fool. l
knows tibet samson's got a right ter
dedication. Anyhow. l knows he wants
hit"
Education" said the man, isn't go
ing to change Samson, except to make
him finer than he is-Rnd more
capable"
She shook her head. 81 hain't got
no ~eddication," she answered. Hits
a-goin' ter mpke him too good fer me.
! reckon hits a-goin' ter Jest about
kill me. :" Her lips twisted
themselves into a pathetic smile again.
and her chin came stiniy up. but"
she added. de~terminedly, "thet don't
make no difference, nohow."
Yet, when Samson that evening gave
his whippoorwill call at the Widow
MiIler's cabin. he found q detected and
miserable girl sitting on the stlle, with
her chin propped in her two hands and
her eyes full of somberness and fore
bOding.
whats the matter, Sallyf" ques-
toned he, a~nxiouBly. Hes that low
down Tamarack spicer been round
here tellin' ye some more stories ter
poster YET"
She shook her head In silenoa
Usually, she bore the brunt Of their
conversations, Samson merely agree
ing with, or overruling. her in lordly
brcvlties. The boy climbed up and sat
beside her.
GRO BE coNTINUED)
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