Cheraw chronicle. [volume] (Cheraw, S.C.) 1896-2005, 1915-03-18
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Eseein' the world"
The OLD man laid down his pipe. He
cast a reproachful glance at the
painter, which said clearly, though
without words:
II have opened my home to you and
offered you what had, yet in my old
age you take away my mainstay."
"F lowed you was a-studyin' erbout
Inlet, Samson" he said, at last. I've
done ther best fer We ] knowed. l
kinder lowed thet from now on ye'd do
I the same fer me. I'm gittin' along in
years right smart. :"
+, Uncle Spicer," interrupted the boy,
TT reckon ye knows thet any time ye
needed me I'd come back"
p The old mans face hardened.
"Ef ye goes, ? he said, almost sharp
| ly, ,'T won't never send fer ye. Any
time ye ever wants ter come back, ye
knows ther way. Thar1l be room an
victuals fer ye hyar."
~ reckon Inout be heap more
useful ef / knowed more"
1--we heerd fellers say that afore.
Hit hain't never turned out thet way
with them what has left t1e mount
ings. Mebby they gets more useful,
but they don't git useful ter us. Either.
they don't come back at all, or mebby
they comes back full Of newfangled mo-
tions-an' ashamed Of their kinfolks.
Thet's the way, I've noticed, hit gen.
ally. turns out"
Samson scorned to deny that such
might be the case with him, and was
silent. After time, the old man went
on again in a weary voice, as he bent
down to loosen his brogans and kick
them noisily of on to the floor:
1.-The Souths hev done looked to ye
/ d good deal, Samson. They lowed they
could depend on ye. Ye hain't quite
|.twenty-one yet, an / reckon / could
refuse ter let ye sell yer prop'ty. But
thar hain't no use tryin' ter hold a
teller when he wants ter quit. Ye
don't low ter go right away, do YET"
II hain,t plumb made up my mind
ter 60, at ALL" said the boy, shame
facedIy. 3"But, eff does 60, / haint
a-goin,tyit, hain't spoke ter nobody
but you about hit yit.."
Lescott felt reluctant to meet his
hosts eyes at breakfast the next morn
ling, sdreading their reproach, but, II
Spicer South harbored resentment. he
meant to conceal 1t, after the stoic's
code. There was no hint of constraint
II. his cordiality. Lescott felt, however.
/ that In Samson's mind was working
the leayen OF that. unspoken accusa'
tion Of disloyalty. He resolved to
make a. final play, and seek to enlist
Sally in his cause. II Sally's hero-wor.
ship could be made to take the form Of
ambition for Samson, che might be
brought to relinquish him for time,
and urge his going that he might re-
EtErn strengthened. He went down to
The creek at the hour when he knew
lal1y would be making her way thither
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coming s. I!s Z, ~ WI :l
Il K AS she approached, she was singing,
and the man watched her from the dis.
Etance. He was a landscape painter and
not q master OF genre or portrait. Yet.
he wished that he might, before going.
paint Sally.
miss Sally" he began, "I've discov-
cred something about Samson"
Her blue eyes flashed oninously.
,s"Ye can't tell me nothin' bout Sam.
SON." she declared. 4withouten hits
somethin' nice"
.It's something very nice" the man
reassured her.
Then, ye needn't tell me. because I
already knows hit," came her prompt
and confident announcement.
Lescott shook his head, dubiously.
Samson is genius he said.
Whats thet?"
"He has great gifts-great abilities
to become figure in the world"
She nodded her head, in prompt and
full confederation.
81 reckon Samson'll be the biggest
man in the mountings some day."
HE ought to be more than that"
Suspicion at once cast a cloud across
the violet serenity of her eyes.
What does ye mean?" she de-
manded.
T mean"-the painter paused mo-
ment, and then said bluntly-"I mean
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