Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1915-03-26

that's smart enough to match Jesse
Purvy-an' that one man is Sam
son. Samson's got the right to lead
the Souths. and he's going to do it-ef
he wants to"
Sally" Vile McCager spoke, sooth-
ingly. don't go gittin' mad. Caleb
talks hasty. We knows We used ter
be Samson's gal, an we hain't amin
ter hurt yore feelin's. But Samson's
done left the mountings. l reckon
eff he wanted ter come back, he'd
a-come afore now. Let him stay whar
he's at"
"Whar is he at7" demanded old Ca
leb Wiley, in a truculent voice.
That's his business" Sally flashed
back. but l know. All want to tell
you IS this Don't you make a move
till have time to get word to him l
tell you, he's got to have his say"
Il reckon 80 hain't a-goin ter wait"
sneered Calico. FER Teller tibet won't
let hit be known whar he's a-sojournin'
at. Ell We air so shore OF him, why
won't yet tell US whar he is now?"
That's my business, too" Sally's
voice was resolute. I've got letter
here-it'll take two days to get to
Samson. tn take him two or three
days more to get here. You've got to
wait week"
Sally" the temporary chieftain
spoke still in a patient, humoring sort
Of voice. as to tempestuous child,
thar hain't no place ter mail letter
higher then Hixon. No South can't
ride inter Hixon. an ride out again
The mall carrier won't be down this
way fer two days yit"
I'm not askin' any South to ride
into Hixon. l recollect another time
when Samson was the only one that
would do that" she answered. still
scornfully. Il didn't come here 20 ask
favors. l come to give orders-for
him. A train leaves soon in the morn
ing. My letters goin' on that train. I"
Who's goin' ter take hit ter town
fer YEP
''I'm goin' to take it for myself"
Her reply was, given as a matter of
course.
THAT wouldn't hardly be safe, Sal
ly." the miller demurred; this hain't
no time fer gal ter be galavantin'
around by herself in the night time.
Hits a-comin up ter storm, an we've
got thirty miles ter ride. an thirty-five
back ter yore house"
I'm not scared" she replied. I'm
goin an I'm warnin' you now, II you
, do anything that Samson don't like,
you'll have to answer to him, when he
comes" She turned, walking very
erect and dauntless to her sorrel mare,
and disappeared at a gallop.
81 reckon" said Vile McCager.
breaking silence at last, 'hit don't
: make no great dif'rence. He won't
hardly come, nohow" Then, he added ::
But tibet boy is smart"
,
q Samson's return from Europe. after
r a years study, was in the nature oil
/ a moderate triumph. With the art
I sponsorship OF George Lescott and the
/. social sponsorship of Adrienne, be
! found that orders for portraits, from
I those who could pay munificently,
! seemed to seek him. He was tasting
. the novelty of being lionized.
/ That summer Mrs. Lescott opened
her house on Long Island early. and
j the life there was full of the sort of
. gayety that comes to pleasant places
( when young men in fiannels and girls
D in soft summary gowns and tanned
' cheeks are playing whOlesomely and
: singing tunefully and making love
J not too seriously.
l Samson, tremendously busy these
days in a new studio of his own. had
: run over for week. Horton was. of
> course, of the party. and George Les
colt was doing the honors as host.
/ One evening Adrienne left the dane
ers for the pergola, where she took
refuge under a mass of honeysuckle
, Samson South followed her. She
} saw him coming, and smiled. She was
contrasting this Samson, loosely clad
in fannels, with the Samson she had
first seen rising awkwardly to greet
her in the studio.
you should have stayed inside and
made yourself agreeable to the girls"
Adrienne reproved him, as he came
up. Whats the use of making lion
of you, II you won't roar for the Wis
itors?"
1--WE been roaring" laughed the
man. I've Just been explaining to
Miss Willoughby that we only eat the
people we kill in Kentucky on certain
days of solemn observance and sacri-
fee. ! wanted to be agreeable to you,
DrenIie, for while.
do yol ever find yourself homesick.
Samson, these days?"
The man answered with a short
laugA. Then his words came softly,
and not his own words. but those OF
one more eloquent:
"'Wno hath desired the sea? Her ex-
cellent loneliness rather
Than the forecourts of kings, and her