The Delta independent., 1915-07-23


taking Lescott to Samson's home are mel
by spcer South, head of the family. who
tells them that Jesse Purvy has been shot
and that Samson is suspected of the
crime. Samson denies it.
CHAPTER III-The shooting of Jesse
Purvy breaks the truce in the Holman
South feud.
CHAPTER Iv-Samson reproves Tama.
rack Spicer for telling Sally that jim
HOLMAN is on the trail with bloodhounds
hunting the man who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER v-The bloodhounds lose the
trail at Spicer South's door. Lescott dis.
covers artistic ability in Samson. While
sketching with Lescott on the mountain
Tamarack discovers Samson to jeerine
crowd OF mountaineers: Samson thrashes
him and denounces him as the truce.
buster" who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER vI-Lescott tries to per-
fuade Samson to go to New York with
him and develop his talent. Sally, loyal
but heartbroken, furthers Lescott's efforts
The dance at Vile McCager's threatens
trouble to Samson and Lescott.
CHAPTER vII-At the dance Samson
tells the South clan he is going to leave
the the Wountains; noun m Lese9tt scot % goes home to
farewell and follows.
CHAPTER vIII-fn New York Samson
studies art and learns much of city ways
Drennie Lescott persuades Wilfred Hor-
ton, her dilettante lover, TO do a mans
"Oih Al lIS NOAiA-
CHAPTER Ix-Prompted by her love.
Sally teaches herself to write. Horton
throws himself into the business world
and becomes well hated by predatory
fnanciers and politicians. At Bohemian
resort Samson meets William Farbish,
sporty social parasite, and Horizons enc
my.
CHAPTER X-Farbish sees Samson and
Drennie dining together unchaperoned at
the Wigwam roadhouse. He conspires
wurft1 athA alyz 41n1
succeeds.
At the dinner table, Samson South
and Wilfred Horton were introduced,
and acknowledged their introductions
with the briefest and most formal
mods. During the course Of the meal
though seated side by side, each ig-
nored the presence of the other Sam
son was, perhaps, no more silent than
usual Always, he was the listener ex-
cept when question was put to him
direct, but the silence which sat upon
Wilfred Horton was departure from
his ordinary custom.
He had discovered in his college
days that liquor, instead of exhilarat-
ing him, was an influence under which
he grew morose and sullen, and that
discovery had made him almost a total
abstainer. Tonight, his glass was con-
stantly filled and emptied, and, as he
ate, he gazed ahead, and thought re-
sentfully of the man at his side.
When the coffee had been brought,
and the cigars lighted, and the serv-
ants had withdrawn, Horton with the
manner of one who had been awaiting
an opportunity. turned slightly in his
tuckian.
Samson South still semed entirely
unconscious of the others existence,
though in reality no detail of the brew
ing storm HAD escaped him. He was
studying the other faces around the
table, and what he saw in them ap-
peared to occupy him Wilfred Hor-
toms cheeks were burning with dull
flush, and his eyes were narrowing
with an unveiled dislike Suddenly,
silence fell on the party, and, as
the men sat putting their cigars, Horton
turned toward the Kentuckian. For a
moment. he glared in silence, then
with an impetuous exclamation of dis
gust he announced:
See here. South, want you to know
that ii I'd understood you were to be
here, / wouldn't have come. 1t has
pleased me to express my opinion of
you to number of people, and now 1
mean to express 1t to you in person"
Samson looked around, and his feat
ures indicated neither surprise nor in
terest. He caught Farbishs eye at
the same instant, and, though the plot
ter said nothing, the glance was subtle
and expressive. 1t seemed to prompt
and goad him on, as though the man
had said:
You mustn't stand that. Go after
him"
Il ACCOMPLISHMENTS voice was a
pleasant drawl-"it doesn't make any
particular difference, Mr.. Horton"
Even II what said didn't happen
to be particularly commendatory?" In
Quired Horton. his eyes narrowing.
80 long" replied the Keutuckian,
as what you said was your own opin-
ION, don't reckon It would interest
me much"
ing with steady hostility into Sam.
sons eyes-"I prefer to tell you. ]
have rather generally expressed the
belief that you are damned savage,
unit for decent society"
Samson's face grew rigid and trifie
pale. His mouth set itself in straight
line, but, as Wilfred Horton came to
his feet with the last words the noun.
taineer remained seated.
And" went on the New Yorker,
flushing with suddenly augmenting
n@t11 4
be true and repeat in your presence
At another time and plaCp I shall he