Sioux County pioneer. (Fort Yates, Sioux County, N.D.) 1914-1929, 1915-03-12

lells the South clan that he is going to
nave the mountains.
CHAPTER vll-continued.
Lescott stayed on a week after that
simply in Difference to Samson's insist
ence. To leave at once might SAVIOR of
light under fire, but when the week
was out the painter turned his horses
head toward town, and his train swept
him back to the Bluegrass and the
East.
A quiet of unbroken and deadly
routine settled down on Misery. The
conduct Of the Souths in keeping hands
"a. and acknowledging the justice Of
Tamarack Spicer's Jail sentence. had
been their answer to the declaration
81 the Hollmans in letting Samson ride
INTO and out Of Hixon. The truce was
established. When, short time later.
Tamarack left the country to become
Q railroad brakeman, Jesse Purvy
passed the word that his men must.
until further orders, desist from vio-
lenos. The word had crept about that
Samson. too, was going away. and, II
this were true, Jesse felt that his fu-
eure would be more secure than his
past. Purvy believed Samson guilty.
Despite the generation of the hounds.
Lescott had sent box of books, and
hanson had taken a team over to
aixon, and brought them back.
He devoured them all from title
Dage to finis line, and many of them
he went back to. and digested again.
He wrestled long and gently with
his uncle. struggling to win the old
mans consent to his departure. But
epicer South's- brain was no longer
plastic. What had been good enough
1sr' the past was good enough for the
future. Nevertheless, he arranged at
fsirs so that his nephew should be
able to meet financial needs, and to go
where he chose in fashion betting
South.
November came in bleakly, with
raw and devastating breath of fatality.
The smile died from horizon to hori-
aon, and for days cold rains beat and
dashed the forests. And, toward the
end of the month, came the day which
Samson had set for his departure.
At the threshold, with the saddle
bags over his left forearm and the rife
u his hand, he paused. His uncle stood
1t his elbow and the boy put out his
hand.
"Good.by, Unc' Spicer," was all he
eaid. The old man. who had been his
second father, shook hands. His face,
too. was expressionless, but he felt
that he was saying farewell to SOL
der Of genius who was abandoning the
Geld. And he loved the boy with all
the centered power o. en- isolated
heart.
A half-mile alo1s the road, Samson
halted and die.nennted. There, in
small cove, surrounded by a tangle Of
brters and blackberry bushes, stood q
small and il!apidated meeting house,
and chu. chyard, which he must visit.
He MADE his way through the rough
underground to the unkempt half.acre.
and halted before the leaning head
stones which marked two graves. With
Q sudden emotion, he swept the back
Of his hand across his eyes. He did
not remove his hat. but he stood in the
Ar:zzle of cold rain for a moment of
silence. and then he said:
Pap. I hain't forgot. don't want
~ Ter think thet I've fergot."
Before he arrived at the Widow Mil
lsr's, the rain had stopped and the
clouds had broken.
Sally opened the door, and smiled.
Che had spent the day nerving herself
lor this farewell, and at least until
he moment Of leave.taking she would
b cafe from tears. The Widow Mil.
lor and her son soon left them alone,
and the boy and girl cat before the
baasing logs.
For . time. IN awkward silence fell
botWeen them. At last, the boy rose,
md went over to the corner where he
bad placed his gun. He took It up and
I'D 1t Oh the hearth between them.
sally" be said. II wants ter tell ys
seme things tibet I hain't never said
" nobody else. In the fust place, I
wants ye ter keep this hyar gun fer
1se."
The girls eyes widened with sur
DPise.
"Hain't ye a-goin' ter take hit with
70, Sainson?"
''EIe shook his head.
II hain't a.goin' ter need hit down
lalez. Nobody lAaY use EN- dev1