Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1915-04-16

he had posed her as the Spirit of tho
Cumberlands.
He waited until she should be
calmer.
you don't understand me, Miss
Sally. I'm not trying to take Samson
away from you. If a man should lose
a girl like you, he couldn't gain enough
in the world to make up for it. All l
want is that he shall have the chance
to make the best of his life"
Il reckon Samson don't need no
Rtched-on help ter make folks ac-
knowledge him"
Every man needs his chance. He
can be great painter-but that's the
least part Of it. He can come back
equipped for anything that life offers.
Here, he is wasted"
Eye mean"-she put the question
with hurt quaver in her voice-"ye
mean we all kain't good enough for
Samson?'
mo only mean that Samson wants
to grow-and he needs space and new
scenes in which to grow. want to
take him where he can see more of the
world-not only little section Of the
world. Surely, you are not distrustful
of Samson's loyalty? I want him to go
with me for a while, and see life"
Don't we say hit" The defiance In
her voice was being pathetically tan
gled up with the tears. She was
speaking in a transport of grief. Don't
ye say hit. Take anybody else-take
'em 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 quivering
lips, but in another moment, with a
sudden sob, she dropped to the rock,
and buried her face in her crossed
arms. He went over and softly laid
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-" she cried don't
we dare ter touch me! l hain't nothin'
but a gal-but l reckon l could most
tear We ter pieces. Ye're jest a pizen
snake, anyhow" Then, she pointed a
tremulous finger off up the road. Cit
away from hyar," she commanded. Il
don't never want ter see ye again.
Ye're tryin' ter steal everything
| I +o11c cit TUn
-begOne!"
Think it over" urged Lescott, quiet.
ly. See if your heart doesn't say l am
Samsons 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 of
She was hesitating at the edge Of the
underbrush, and Lescott read in her
eyes the effort it was costing her to
come forward and apologize,
81 reckon-I reckon I've got ter ask
yore pardon" she said, slowly and with
labored utterance He looked up tC
see her standing with her head droop
ing and her fingers nervously pulling
flower to pieces.
81 reckon l hain't plumb fool.
knows tibet Samson's got right tel
eddication. Anyhow, | knows he wants
hit"
Education" said the man, isn't go
ing to change Samson, except to make
him finer than he is-and more
capable"
She shook her head. 81 hain't got
no eddication," she answered. Hits
a-goin' ter make him too good fer me
| reckon hits a-goin' ter jest about
kill me. :" Her lips twisted
themselves into pathetic smile again
and her chin came stifly up. But,
she added, determinedly, tibet dom
make no difference, nohoW."
Yet, when Samson that evening gave
his whippoorwill call at the Widow
Miller's cabin, he found detected anC
miserable girl sitting on the stile, witt
her chin propped in her two hands ant
her eyes full of somberness and fore
boding.
What's the matter, Sally?" ques
toned he, anxiously. "Hes that low
down Tamarack Spicer been rounC
here tellin' we some more stories tel
poster ye?"
She shook her head In silence
Usually, she bore the brunt of theil
conversations, Samson merely agree
ing with, or overruling, her in lordly
brevities. The boy climbed up and sal
beside her.
(TO BE CONTINUED)