Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-09-17
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CUMBERLANDS
~ CHARLES NEVILLE BUCK
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Continued from last week


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Continued from last week
sYNoPSIS.
CHAPTER Lon Misery creek, at the
&oot Of q rock from which he has fallen,
Sally Miller finds George Lescott, q land
Eoape painter, unconscious, and after re-
NtvtHg him. goes for assistance.
CHAPTER II-eamson South and Sally,
Baking Lescott to 6amson's home, are met
70. eplcer South, head Of the family. who
kaIle them that Jesse Purvy has been shot,
and that Samson is suspected OF the
airline. Samson denies It
CHAPTER uI-The shooting OF Jesse
Rurvy breaks the truce In the Holman
South feud.
rack Spicer for telling Sally that Jim
HOLMAN Is on the trail with ~bloodhounds
bunting h man who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER v-The ~bioodhounds lose the
kraii at 6picer eouth's door. Lescott dis
soverH artistic ability in Samson. While
Rketching with Lescott on The mountain.
Temarack discovers Samson to q Jeering
prowd of mountaineers. Samson thrashes
nhim and ~denounces him as the truce
buster" who shot Purvv-
CHAPTER vI-Lescott tries TO per-
Huade Samson to go to New York with
him n develop his talent Sally, loyal
but heartbroken, furthers Lescott's efforts.
eThe dance at VILE McCager's threatens
krouble to Samson and Lescott.
CHAPTER What the dance Samson
Rells the South clan he is going to leave
hhe mountains. Lescott goes home to
New York. Samson bids Spicer and Sally
karewon and follows.
CHAPTER vIII-In New York Samson
Btudies art and learns much of city ways.
prennie Leecott persuades Wtlfred Hor-
ton, her dilettante lover, to do a mans
work In the world.
7 CHAPTER Ix-Prompted by her love,
sally teaches herself to write. Horton
Throws himself into the business world
and becomes well hated by predatory
~financiers and politicians. At a Bohemian
resort Samson meets William Farbish,
sporty social parasite, and Horizons enc
my.
CHAPTER x-Farbish sees Samson and
Drennie dining together unchaperoned at
with others to make Horton Jealous and
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J CHAPTER xI-Farbish brings Norton
Samson together at the Kenmore
clubs shooting lodge. and forces an open
rupture, expecting Samson to kill Horton
and 30 rid the political and financial thugs
of the crusader. Samson exposes the plot
1855
able to elude the pickets and penetrate
the heart of South territory to Spicer
lSouth's cabin was both astounding and
alarming. The war was on without
question now, and there must be coun.
Gil. Vile McCager had sent out a sum.
mons for the family heads to meet
that afternoon at his mill. 1t was Sat
urday-"mill day"-and in accordance
with ancient custom the lanes would
be more travelled than usual.
Those men who came by the wagon
road afforded no unusual spectacle,
for behind each saddle sagged a sack
of grain. Their faces bore no stamp
of unwonted excitement. but every
man balanced a rifle across his POM
mel. None the less, their purpose was
grim, and their talk when they had
gathered was to the point.
Old McCager, himself sorely per-
picked. voiced the sentiment that the
others had been too courteous to ex-
press. With Spicer South b%ed-ridden
and Samson a renegade, they had no
adequate leader. McCager was a solid
man Of intrepid courage and honesty,
but grinding grist was his vocation,
not strategy and tactics. The enemy
had such masters of intrigue as Purvy
and Judge HOLMAN.
Then a lean sorrel mare came jog
ging into view, switching her f1y-bitten
tail, and on the mares back, urging
him with a long, leafy switch, sat a
woman. Behind her sagged the two
loaded ends of q corn sack. She was
1.-THE and slim, and her violet eyes
were profoundly serious, and her lips
were as resolutely set as Joan of Arcs
might have been, for Sally Miller had
come only ostensibly to have her corn
ground to meal. She had really come
to speak for the absent chief, and she
knew that she would be met with deri-
sion. The years had sobered the girl,
but her beauty had increased, though
it was now a chastened type, which
gave her a strange and rather exalted
refinement of expression.
Vile McCager came to the mill door
as she rode up and lifted the sack
from her horse.
"Howdy, Sally?" he greeted.
"Tol'able, thank ye," said Sally. "Tm
goin' ter get off"
AS she entered the great half-lighted
room, where the mill stones creaked
on their cumbersome shafts, the hum
of discussion sank to silence. The
girl nodded to the mountaineers gath
cred in conclave, then, turning to the
miller, she announced:
I'm going to send for Samson"
The statement was at first met with
dead silence, then came a rumble of
indignant dissent, but for hat the
girl was prepared, as she was prepared
for the contemptuous laughter which
followed.