The Huttig news., 1915-03-27

sign completed the sentence as though she had added. but he was only one of several Your VOW went farther"
 After moments pause, Samson added:
 Jesse Purvy's dead"
 The girl drew back, with fright. ened gasp. She knew what this meant, or thought she did.
 Jesse Purvy!" she repeated. "Oh, Samson, did ye-?" She broke of, and covered her face with her hands.
 No, Sally" he told her. T didn't have to-" He recited the days occur. rences. and they sat together on the stile, until the moon had sunk to the ridge top.
 Capt Sidney Callomb, who had been dispatched in command of a militia company to quell the trouble in the mountains, should have been a soldier by profession. All his enthusiasms were martial. His precision was mili- tary. His cool eye had note of com mand which made itself obeyed. He
 
 made them ready to execute the i'm possible. But the elder Callomb had trained his son to succeed him at the head of a railroad system, and the young man had philosophieally under taken to satisfy his military ambitions with State Guard shoulder straps.
 The deepest sorrow and mortifica- tion he had ever known was that which came to him when Tamarack Spieer, his prisoner of war and man who had been surrendered on the strength of his personal guaranty, had been as- sassinated before his eyes, In some fashion, he must make amends He realized, too, and it ranked deeply, that his men were not being genuinely used to serve the state, but as instru- ments of the Hollmans, and he had seen enough to distrust the Hollmans. Here. in Hixon, he was seeing things from only one angle. He meant to learn something more impartial
 Besides being on duty as an officer of militia, Callomb was a Kentuckian. interested in the problems of his con- monwealth, and, when he went back. he knew that his cousin. who occupied the executive mansion at Frankfort. would be interested in his suggestions. The governor had asked him to report ter analyzing them.
 So, smarting under his impoteney, Captain Callomb came out of his tent one morning. and strolled across the curved bridge to the town proper. He knew that the grand jury was conven- ing, and he meant to sit as a spectator in the courthouse and study proceed ngs when they were instructed.
 But before he reached the court house, where for a half-hour yet the cupola bell would not clang out it's summons to veniremen and witnesses, he found fresh fuel for his wrath.
 He was not popular man with these ciansmen, though involuntarily he had been useful in leading their vic- tims to the slaughter. There was a scowl in his eyes that they did not like, and an arrogant hint of iron laws in the livery he wore, which their in- stfncts dfstrusted
 Callomb saw without being told that over the town lay a sense of DOT tentous tidings. Faces were more sullen than usual. Men fell into scowl- ing knots and groups. A clerk at store where he stopped for tobacco inquired as he made change:
 "Heerd the news, stranger?"
 What news?"
 This here Wildcat Samson South come back yistiddy, an last evenin' towards sundown, Jesse Purvy an Aaron Hollis was shot dead"
 For an instant, the soldier stood looking at the young clerk. his eyes kindling into a wrathful blaze. Then. he cursed under his breath. At the door, he turned on hls heel:
 Where can Judge Smithers be found at this time of day?" he de- manded.