The Green Forest tribune., 1915-01-15
the place. When they were gone, Sam son seated himself at his easel again, and picked up his palette.
CHAPTER VI.

it to the nearest day upon which he felt capable of making the trip out to the railroad. Yet June had ended; July had burned the slopes from em' erald to russet-green; August had brought purple tops to the ironweed. and still he found himself lingering And this was true although he recog- nized a growing sentiment of dlsap' proval for himself. In Samson he thought he recognized twin gifts; a spark of a genius too rare to be al lowed to flicker out, and potentiality for constructive work among his own people, which needed for It's perfecting only education and experience.
 Samson" he suggested one day when they were alone, q want you to come East. You say that gun Is your tool, and that each man must stick to his own. You are in part right In part wrong. A man uses any tool bet ter for understanding other tools. You have the right to use your brains and talents to the full"
 The boys face was somber in the intensity of his mental struggle, and his answer had that sullen ring which was not really sullenness at all, but self-repression.
 q reckon fellers biggest right Is to stand by his kinfolks. Unc' Spicers gittin' old. He's done been good ter me. He needs me here"
 T appreciate that He will be older later You can go now, and come back to him when he needs you more. If what urged meant disloyalty to your people, I could cut out my tongue be- fore l argued for it. You must be- the fullest sense your peoples leader. l want you to be not only their Sam son-but their Noses"
 The boy looked up and nodded.
 T reckon ye aims ter be friendly, all right" was his conservative re- sponse.
 The painter went on earnestly:
 T realize that I am urging things of which your people disapprove, but it is only because they misunderstood that they do disapprove. They are too close, Samson, to see the purple that noun tains have when they are far away. l want you to go where you can see the purple. If you are the sort of man l think, you won't be beguiled You won't lose your loyalty. You won't be ashamed of your people,"
 'I reckon I wouldn't be ashamed" said the youth. T reckon there hain't no better folks nowhar"
 ''I'm sure of 1t. There are going to | be sweeping changes in these noun tains. Conditions here have stood as immutably changeless as the hills themselves for hundred years. That day is at it's twilight. telTNfou, know what I'm talking about. The state of Kentucky is looking this way The state must develop, and it is here alone that it can develop. Here are virgin forests and almost inexhaust- ible coal veins. Capital is turning from an orange squeezed dry and cast ing about for fresher food. Capital has seen your hills. Capital is inevitable, relentless, omnipotent Where it comes, | it makes it's laws. Conditions that have existed undisturbed will vanish. | The law of the feud, which militia and courts have not been able to abate, will vanish before capitals breath like the mists when the sun strikes them. Unless you learn to ride the waves which will presently sweep over your country, you and your people will go under. You may not realize 1t, but that is true. It is written"
 The boy had listened intently, but at the end he smiled, and in his express sion was something of the soldier who scents battle. not without welcome.
 T reckon if these here fellers air a-comin' up here ter run things, an drowned out my folks, hits right good reason fer me ter stay here-an' holp my folks"
 By staying here, you can't help them. It won't be work for guns, but for brains. By going away and con- ing back armed with knowledge, you can save them. You will know how to play the game"
 T reckon they won't git our land. her our timber, ner our coal, without | we wants ter sell hit. I reckon eff they tries thet, guns will come in handy. Things has stood here like they is now. | fer a hundred years. l reckon we kin keep 'em that-away fer spell longer" But it was evident that Samson was arguing against his own belief; that he was trying to bolster up his resolu. tion and impeached loyalty, and that at heart he was sick to be up and po- ing to a world which did not despise "eddication." fter little, he waved his hand vaguely toward down be. low"
 Eff went down thar" he questioned suddenly and irrelevantly, would hey' ter cut my ha'r?"
 My dear boy" laughed Lescott I can introduce you in New York studios to many distinguished gentlemen who would feel that their heads had been shorn if they let their locks get as short as yours. In New York. you might stroll along Broadway garbed in turban and burnouse without great