The Huttig news., 1915-01-09

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 Her bosom heaved convulsively, and her eyes blazed through tears of anger. Her face was pale.
 "Ye hain't!" she cried, in paroxysm of fear and wrath. "Ye haint a-goin' ter do no sich-no sich of a damn thing!" She stamped her foot, and her whole girlish body, drawn into rigid uprightness, was a-quiver with the incarnate spirit of the woman de- lending her home and institutions For a moment after that, she could not speak, but her determined eyes blazed a declaration of war It was as though he had posed her as the Spirit of tho Cumberlands.
 He waited until she should be ealmer
 You don't understand me Miss Sally. I'm not trying to take Samson away from you. If man should lose tn the world to make up for it. All want is that he shall have the chance to make the best of his life"
 "I reckon Samson don't need no fotched-on help ter make folks sc- knowledge him.
 Every man needs his chance, He can be great painter-but that's the least part of it. He can come back equipped for anything that life offers. Here, he is wasted"
 "Ye mean"-she put the question with hurt quaver in her voice-"yes mean we all haint good enough for Samson?
 No only mean that Samson wants to grow-and he needs space and new scenes in which to grow. l want to take him where he can see mors of the world-not only little section of the world Surely, you are not distrustfnl of Samsons loyalty? l want him to go with me for while, and see life.'
 Don't ye say hit." The defiance in her voice was being pathetically tan-- gled up with the tears. She was. speaking in transport of grief. Don't ye say hit Take anybody else-take em all down thar. but leave us Sam son. We needs him hyar. We've jest got ter have Samson hyar."
 She faced him still with quivering lips, but in another moment, with a sudden sob, she dropped to the rock, and buried her face in her crossed arms. He went over and softly laid, hand on her shoulder.
 Miss Sally" he began.
 She suddenly turned on him tear. stained, infuriated face, stormy with blazing eyes and wet cheeks and trembling lips.
 Don't touch me-" she cried; don't ye dare ter touch me! I haint nothin' but a gal-but I reckon l could most tear ye ter pieces. Ye're jest a pizen snake, anyhow!" Then, she pointed a tremulous finger off up the road. "Git. away from hyar," she commanded. T. don't never want ter see ye again. Yere tryin' ter steal everything loves. Git away, I tells ye.-git away -begone!"
 Think it over," urged Lescott. quiet ly. See if your heart doesn't say l am Samsons friend-and yours" He turned. and began making his way over the rocks; but, before he hadA gone far, he sat down to reflect upon the situation. Certainly, he was not. augmenting his popularity. A half hour later, he heard rustic, and- turning. saw Sally standing not far off. She was hesitating at the edge of the underbrush. and Lescott read in her tn, come forward and apologize
 T reckon-I reckon I've got ter ask yore pardon" she said. slowly and with labored utterance. He looked up t'., see her standing with her head drooy ing and her fingers neryously pulling a. flower to pieces.
 T reckon I hain't a plumb fool. knows thet Samson's got right ter eddication. Anyhow. I knows he wants hit"
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