The Delta independent., 1915-07-16
SYNOPSIS.

CHAFTEH lon Misery creek, at the
noot OF a rock from which he has fallen
sally Miller finds George Lescott, a land.
ocape painter. Unconscious. and after re.
wing him. goes for assistance.
CHAPTER II-Samson South and Sally
Saking Lescott to Samsons home, are met
loy Spicer South, head of the family who
nells them that Jesse Purvy has been shot
and that Samson is suspected of the
crime. Samson denies it,
CHAPTER III-The shooting of Jesse
Purvy breaks the truce in the Holman.
CHAPTER IV-samson reproves Tama.
HOLMAN is on the trail with bloodhounds
hunting the man who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER v-The bloodhounds lose the
Trail at Spicer South's door. Lescott dis
covers artistic ability in Samson. While
Tamarack discovers Samson to a jeering
crowd of mountaineers. Samson thrashes
4im and denounces him the truce.
buster" who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER vI-Lescott tries to per-
him and develop his talent: sally loyal
but heartbroken, furthers Lescott's efforts.
The dance at Vile McCagers threatens
CHAPTER vII-At the dance Samson
tells the South clan he is going to leave
New York. Samson bids Spicer and Sally
farewell and follows
CHAPTER vIII-fn New York Samson
studies art and learns much of city ways.
Drennie tescott persuades Wilfred Hor-
ton, her dilettante lover to do mans
work in the world.
CHAPTER IX-Prompted by her love.
Sally teaches herself to write. Horton
throws himself into the business world
and becomes. well hated by predatory
financiers and politicians. At Bohemian
resort Samson meets William Farbish.
sporty social parasite, and Horizons enc
my.
CHAPTER X-Farbish sees Samson and
Drennie dining together unchaperoned at
the Wigwam roadhouse He conspires
with others to make Horton Jealous and
succeeds.
Indian summer came again to
Misery, Haunting woodland banners OF
crimson and scarlet orange, but to
Sally the season brought only heart
achy remembrances of last autumn,
when Samson had softened his stoi-
cism as the haze had softened the hori-
ron. He had sent her few brief let
ters-not written, but plainly printed.
He selected short words-as much
like the primer as possible, for no
other messages could she read. There
we're times in plenty when he wished
to pour out to her torrents Of feeling,
and 1t was such feeling as would have
carried comfort to her lonely little
heart He wished to tell frankly of
what a good friend he had made, and
how this friendship made him more
able to realize that other feeling
his love for Sally There was in his
mind no suspicion-as yet-that these
two girls might ever stand in conflict
as to the right-of-way. But the letters
he wished to write were not the sort
he cared to have read to the girl by
the evangelist-doctor or the district
school teacher, and alone she could
have made nothing of them. However.
Il love you" are easy words-and those
he always included.
The Widow Miller had been ailing
for months, and, though the local
physician diagnosed the condition as
being right porely," he knew that the
specter of tuberculosis which stalks
through these badly lighted and ven-
tilated houses was stretching out its
fingers to touch her shrunken chest
This had meant that Sally had to fore
20 the evening hours to study, be-
cause Of the weariness that followed
the day of nursing and household
drudgery. Autumn seemed to bring
to her mother a slight Improvement.
and Sally could again sometimes
steal away with her slate and book,
to sit alone on the big bowlder, and
study.
She would not be able to write that
Christmas letter. There had been too
many Interruptions in the self-imparted
education, but some day she would
write. There would probably be
time enough. 1t would take even Sam
son a long while to become an artist.
One day, as she was walking home
ward from her lonely trysting place,
she met the battered-looking man who
carried medicines in his saddlebags
and the Scriptures in his pocket, and
Who practiced both forms of healing
through the hills. The old man drew
down his nag. and threw one leg over
the pommel.
'Evenin'. Sally" he greeted.
Evenin'. Brother Spencer. How air
yer"
Tofable. thank ye, Sally" The
body.and-soul mender studied the girl
awhile in silence. and then said blunt
y:
'Ye've done broke right smart, in
the last year. Anything the matter
with YET"
She shook her head. and laughed.
It was an effort to laugh merrily,
but the ghost Of the old instructive
bIitheness rippled into It,
I've jest come from old Spicer
1outh's." volunteered the doctor.
Hes ailin' pretty consid able. these