Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-01-23
CHAPTER iV-Contlnued.

CHAP TER IW--ContinueO.
He sauntered down the road, but
when he had passed out of vision, he
turned sharply into the woods, and
began climbing His steps carried him
TO the rift In the ridge where the white
oak stood sentinel over the watch
tower OF rock. AS he came over the
edge from one side his bare feet max
Ing no sound, he saw Sally sitting
there with her hands resting on the
moss and her eyes deeply troubled
She was gazing fixedly ahead and her
lips were trembling At once Sam
sons face grew black. Some one had
been making Sally unhappy. Then he
saw beyond her a standing figure,
which the tree trunk had hitherto con
cealed 1t was the loose-knitted figure
OF young Tamarack Spicer.
In course Spicer was saying, I'VE
don't low Samson shot Jesse Purvy.
but them Hollmans II spicion him, an
| heered just now tibet them dawgs
was trackin straight up hyar from the
mouth of Misery. They'll git hyar
against sundown."
Samson leaped violently forward,
With one hand he roughly seized his
cousins shoulder and wheeled him
about
"Shet up" he commanded. What
d--n fool stuff hev We been tellin'
Sally"
For an instant the two clansmen
stood fronting each other. Samson's
face was set and wrathful. Tamarack' 9
was surly and snarling. "Haint got
a license ter tell Sally the news?" he
demanded
Nobody hain't got no license re-
torted the younger man in the quiet
of cold anger, ter tell Sally nothin
thetll fret her"
"She air bound ter know hit all
pretty soon. Them dawgs-"
Didn't / tell ye ter shet up?" Sam
son clenched his fists. and took step
forward. "Ef We opens yore mouth
again, I'm a-goin ter smash hit. Now,
git!"
Tamarack Spicer's face blackened.
and his teeth showed His right hand
swept to his left arm-pit. Outwardly
he seemed weaponless, but Samson
knew that concealed beneath the
hickory shirt was a holster. worn
mountain fashion
What air ye a-reachin after
Tam'rack?" he inquired. his lips twist.
Ing In amusement
"Fhets my business"
Well. git hit out--or git out yeself
afore throws ye often the cliff"
Sally showed no symptoms Of alarm.
Her confidence In her hero was abeo-
lutte The boy lifted his hand, and
pointed of down the path Slowly
and with incoherent muttering. spicer
took himself away Then only did
sally rise She came over. and laid a
hand on Samson's shoulder. In her
blue eyes, the tears were yelling.
Samson, she whispered. "ef they're
after We, come ter my house. kin
hide We out Why didn't We tell me
Jesse Jurvey'd done been shot9"
"Hit faint nothin' ter fret about
Sally" he assured her. lie smoke
awkwardly, for he had been trained tc
regard emotion as unmanly. Thar
hsint no danger"
she gazed searchingly into his ewes
and then, with a short sob. threw no,
arms around him. and buried her face
on his shoulder.
Ef anything happens ter We. Sam
son. she said, brokenly. "hitu iest
Kill me. couldn't live wlthouten We
Samson. Jest couldn't do hitr'
The boy took her In his arms an,
pressed her close. His eyes were gar
ing OFF over her bent head. and his lin,
twitched. He drew his features int,
a scowl, because that was the only az
preston with which he could safe
guard his feelings. His voice wa
husky.
Il reckon, Sally" he said. y couldn'
live withouten you. neither"
The party Of men who had startet
at morning from Jesse Purdy's stort
had spent hard day The roads fol
lowed creek beds. crossing and re
crossing waterways in a fashion tina
gave the bloodhounds a hundred BAT
fling difficulties Often, their nose.
lost the trail. which had at first beef
so surely taken. often. they circle,
and whined. and halted in perplexity
but each time they came to poin
where, al the end. one of them agar
raised his muzzle skywsrd, and CAV,
voice
Toward evening. they we're workin,
up Misery along a course less broken
The party halted for a moments rest
and. as the bottle was passed, the mar
from Lexington. who had brought tht
EGGS and stayed TO conduct the chsse
put question;
what do you call this creek?"
"Hit's Misery"