The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1915-12-02
CHAPTER lI-contlnued.

"It's Havey," he said slowly. but |
hereabouts I've got another name |
that's better known" He paused. then |
added with a hardened timbre OF
voice. as though bent on making def
ant what would otherwise sound like
confession; TITS Bad Anse.'
The girl recoiled, as though under
q physical shock. II seemed to her
that every way she turned she was to
meet staggering disappointments. She
had spoken almost pleadingly to the
man with whom she could make no
terms-the man whose arrogant power
and lawless influence she must break
and paralyze before her own regime
could find standing-room in these hills.
Yet. as she looked at him standing
thcre, ard stiffened -resolutely, she
could say nothing except "Oh!"
Into the monosyllable crept many
things: repulsion, defiance and cha
grin for her mistake, and in recogni-
zion of them all the bronzed features
of the man hardened a little and into
the cool eyes snapped sparkle of the
sleeping fires she had OWNED.
81 made my suggestion to the wrong
man." she said steadily. 81 misunder-
stood you | thought you said you
wanted peace"
lie swung himself to the saddle
again; then, as he gathered up his
reins, he turned. and in his utterance
was immovable steadiness and gla.
'Cfal pnlHnnQG fnUathAr vptth RING
of contempt and restrained anger.
81 did say that, and by God AL
mighty. ] meant just what said.
do want peace in these mountains
but | amt never found no way yet to
get peace without fightin for It,"
She saw him ride away into the
moonlight, with his shoulders very
straight and the battered felt hat very
high, and she looked neither to right
nor left as he went until the mists
had swallowed him.
For q long time while she sat there
on the stile gazing across the steep
banks between which the waters of
Tribulation slipped along in a tide OF
tarnished quicksilver and beyond
which rose the near ridges of blue
and the far, dim ridges of gray.
At her back she knew that the fam
fly and the missionary were sitting In
talk.
She sat there with her hands clasped
about her updrawn knees as she used
TO sit when some childhood grief had
weighed upon her.
She could not shake out of her mind
the humiliation of having shown her
weakest side to Bad Anse Havey. 1t
was some satisfaction to remember
the offended stiffening of his shoul-
ders and the smoldering fire in his
eyes. She had heard much of the
strong, easily hurt pride of these
mountain men-a pride which made
them walk in strange surroundings
with upright heads and eyes, challeng
ing criticism of their uncouthness
She had first appealed to this man.
but at least she had also stung him
with her sccrn. Now they would be
open enemies.
She knew that this young man, in
a country where every man was poor
and no man a pauper, owned great
tracts of land that yielded only sparse
crops with the most arduous coaxing
She knew that under his rocky acres
slept a great wealth OF coal, and that
above them grew noble and virgin
forests of hardwood. The coming oi
railroads and development would
make him a rich man. Yet he stood
there, seemingly prizing above al
those magnificent certainties the
empty boast OF feudal chieftainship
Yet he was a man. With that thought
came an unwelcome comparison. She
thought of someone whom she had
loved-and sent away-and OF theil
leave-taking. That man had had every
gentle attribute which this mar
lacked. All that universities, trave
and ancestry can give had shown out
in his bearing, his manners, his voice
and the expression of his eyes.
There had been a time when she
had wavered in her determination tC
devote herself to the mission for which
she had been educated. She thought
that this man might be more impor
tant than any mission; that a life
with him might be full enough Ther
had come the discovery. which at frs
she had rebelliorsly denied, but which
forced itself hatefully upon her reali
cation. Despite his unchallengeabl,
charm and gentility, he was, after all
not quite a man. When she had ad
mitted that beyond dispute. she haC
turned. sickened. from the life whicl
she could not contemplate withou
him. The man whom she thought sh,
loved was empty and fine. lire I
swordless sheath" Very well ,h'
would turn to the work of putting al