The Huttig news., 1915-03-13

for the contemptuous laughter which followed
 T reckon if Samson was here" she said, dryiy, you all wouldn't think it was quite so funny"
 Old Caleb Wiley spat through his bristling beard, and his voice was a quavering rumble.
 What we wants is a man. We hain't got no use fer no traitors thet's too al mighty damn busy doin' fancy work ter stand by their kith an kin"
 That's a lie!" said the girl, scorn- fully. There's just one man living 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-ei he wants to-"
 Sally" Vile McCager spoke, sooth- ingly, don't go gittin' mad Caleb talks nasty, We knows ye used ter be Samson's gal an we hain't aimin' done left the mountings. I reckon eff he wanted ter come back, he q a-come afore now. Let him stay whar he's at
 'Whar is he at ?" demanded old Ca leb Wiley, in truculent voice.
 That's his business" Sally flashed back, but know. All want to tell you is this. Don't you make a move till I have time to get word to him. tell you, he's got to have his say
 T reckon we hain't a-goin' ter wait" sneered Caleb, fer feller thet won't let hit be known whar he's a-sojournin' at. Elf ye 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 a letter here-it'H take two days to get to Samson. It'll take him two or three days more to get here. You've got to wait a week"
 Sally" the temporary chieftain spoke still in patient, humoring sort of voice, as to a 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 mail carrier won't be down this way fer two days yit"
 I'm not askin' any South to ride into Hixon. I recollect another time would do that" she answered, still scornfully. T didn't come here to ask favors. I come to give orders-for him. A train leaves soon in the morn ing. My letters goin' on that train. ;
 Who's goin, ter take hit ter town fer ye?"
 Pm goin' to take it for myself Her reply was, given as matter oi course.
 That wouldn't hardly be safe. Sal ly," the miller demurred; this hain't no time fer a 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, if you do anything that Samson don't like you'll have to answer to him, when ht comes" She turned, walking yer, erect and dauntless to her sorrel mare and disappeared at a gallop.
 T reckon" said Vile McCager breaking silence at last, Init dom make no great dif'rence. He wont hardly come. rohow" Then, he added But thet boy is smart"
 
 Samson's return from Europe. after a moderate triumph. With the art sponsorship of George Lescott and the social sponsorship of Adrienne, he found that orders for portraits, from 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 the life there was full of the sort of gayety that comes to pleasant places when young men in flannels and girls in soft summery gowns and tanned cheeks are playing wholesomely and singing tunefully and making love not too seriously.
 Samson, tremendously busy these days in new studio of his own, had run over for a week. Horton was, of course, of the party, and NGeorge Les colt was doing the honors as host.
 One evening Adrienne left the danc- CTS for the pergola, where she took refuge under 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. What's the use of making a lion of you, if you won't roar for the vis- itors ?'
 "I've been roaring" laughed the man. Eve just been explaining to Miss Willoughby that we only eat the people we kill in Kentucky on certain days of solemn observance and sacri- ha t1