Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1915-11-18

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made laws an I've dsns broks thea
an I've sesn tnst about - nnch
erooksdnsss an ~laWIsssness ~ ons
end of the game - ct the ether
But schoolsf" demanded Juanita
Why wouldn't they help your droaz
toward fulnIlmsntf-
Il amt against NO school that can
begin at the right end. I'm against
svery school that can only onsettle
an teach dissatisfaction with humble
hvin' where folks has got to Tre
humble"
He paused and paced the room. he
was no longer the man who had
seemed the immovable stole. His eyes
were far away, looking beyond the
horizon into the future.
It's took your people two centuries
to get whore they're standin' today"
he broke out abruptly. IAN fer them
two hundred years we've been stand.
in still or soin' back. Now ye come
down here an seeks to jerk my people
up to where We stands in the blinkin'
Of an eye. Ye comes lookin' down on
EN- an pityin' EN- because they won't
eat outen your hand. They'd rather be
eagles than song-birds In . cage, even
II eagles are wild an lawless. Ye
comes here an straightway tells 'em
that their leaders are infamous. Do
70 offer 'em better leaders! Ye
refuses the aid OF men that know EN-
mon Of their blood-an' 60 your own
ignorant way. Do ye see any reason
why l should countenance YET Don't
ye zee ye're Just a-scatterin' my sheep
before they knows how to herd them
selves?"
TIM afraid" said the girl very slow
ly and humbly, that I've been a fool"
Eye says the boy Jeb "a my
trademark in the hate that's on his
face" continued Anse Havey passion
ately. Hes been here with me con.
sortin' with them fellers in Plutarch
and Shakespeare. If I can curb him
an keep him out of mischief he's goin'
down to Frankfort some day an learn
his lessons in the Legislature. He amt
goin' to no college, because l aims to
fit him for his work right here. /
seek to have fellers like him guide
these folks forward. / don't aim to
have them civilized by bein' wiped out
an trod to death"
He paused, and Juanita Holland re-
peated helplessly, I've been a fool!"
Il reckon We don't know that young
Jeb McNash thinks little Milt kilt
Fletch, an that one day he laid out in
the la'rel to kill little Milt," Bad Anse
pursued. rye don't know that the only
reason he stayed his hand was that
I'd got his promise ter bide his time.
But / reckon We do know-that If Milt
was killed by a Havey all that's tran
spired in ten years wouldn't make a
patch on the %hell-raisin' that'd go on
h~ereabouts in a week. Do We think it's
strange tibet Jeb don't want his sister
c%onsortin' with the boy that he thinks
murdered his father?"
Juanita rose from her chair, feeling
like a pert and cocksure i~nterloper
who had been disdainfully looking
down on n with a vision immeasur-
ably wider and surer than her own.
At last she found herself asking: But
surely Young Milt didn't kill Fletch.
Surely you don't believe that?"
No, l know he didn't; but there's
just one way l can persuade young
Jeb to believe it-an' that's to tell
him who did"
His eyes met hers and for a moment
lighted with irony. IF I did that, I
reckon Jeb would be willin' to let ye
keep Dawn an Jesse-an', Of course,
he'd kill the other man. Do We want
me to do tt"
He moved to the closed door and
paused with his hand on the knob.
NO, stop!" she almost screamed.
1T would mean murder. Merciful
God, it's so hard to decide some
things!"
Anse Havey turned back to the
room.
Il just thought I'd let ye see that
for yourself" he said quietly. "Ye
amt hardly been able ter see why it's
hard for us people to decide EN-"
Suddenly a new thought struck her,
and 1t brought from her a sudden
question. But you know who the
murderer is, and you have spared
him?"
The man laughed.
Don't fret yourself, ma'am. The
man that killed Fletch has left the
mountains, an right now he's out Of
reach. But he'll be back some day,
an when he comes I reckon the first
news ven hear Of him will be that
he's dead" Once more 1t was the i'm
placable avenger that spoke.
The girl could only murmur in per-
plexity: yet you have kept Jeb in
ignorance. don't understand"
I've got other plans fer Jeb," said
Bad Anse Havey. II don't low to let
him be a feud killer. There's others
that a attend to that"
He flung the door open and called
Jeb, and a moment later the boy, black
Of countenance, came in and stood
glazing about with the sullen defiance
of a young bull Just turned into the
ring to face the matador.
"Jeb," suggested the chief gravely.
Il reckon II Dawn don't see Young
Milt again ye amt goin' to object to
her havin' an education, are ye?"
The boy stifrened, and his reply was
surly.
II don't low ter hev my folks a con-
sortin' with no McBriars."
Anse Havey spoke again, very qui-
city: "Milt didn't know no more about