The Fulton County news. [volume] (McConnellsburg, Pa.) 1899-current, 1915-02-11

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you must try to like me little, be-
cause am not what | was. The per
son that ! am is largely the creature
OF your own fashionlng. OF course
you had very raw material to work
with. and you cant make silk purse
of'-he broke of and smiled-"well,
OF me, but in time you may at least
get me mercerized little"
For no visible reason she flushed.
and her next question came trifie
eagerly:
"Do you mean have Influenced
you?"
Influenced me, Drennie?" he re-
peated You have done more than
that. You have painted me out and
painted me over"
She shook her head, and In her eyes
danced a light OF subtle coquetry.
There are things ! have tried to
do, and failed" she told him.
His eyes showed surprise.
Perhaps" he apologized, Il am
dense. and you may have to tell me
bluntly what ! am to do. But you
know that you have only TO tell me-"
For a moment she said nothing.
then shook her head again.
Issue your orders" he insisted. II
am waiting to obey"
She hesitated again, then said.
slowly:
Have your hair cut. It's the one
uncivllized thing about you"
For an instant Samson's face hard
ened.
NO" he said; "I don't care To do
that"
"Oh, very Welt" she laughed lightly.
In that event, OF course. you shouldn't
do IT," But her smile faded, and after
a moment he explained:
you see, 1t wouldn't do"
What do you mean?"
81 mean that I've got to keep some;
thing as 1t was to remind me of a prior
claim on my life"
For an instant the girls lace cloud
ed and grew deeply troubled.
"You don't mean," she asked. with
an outburst of interest more vehement
than she had meant to show. or real
lied she was showing-"you don't
mean that you still adhere to ideas of
the vendetta?" Then she broke of
with a laugh. a rather nervous laugh.
"Of course not" she answered her.
self. That would be too absurd"
Would it?" asked Samson, simply,
He glanced at his watch. Two min
utes up" he announced. "The model
will please resume the pose. BY the
way, may ! drive with you tomorrow
afternoon?"
The next afternoon Samson ran up
the street steps OF the Lescott house
and rang the bell, and few moments
later Adrienne appeared. The car was
waiting outside, and, as the girl came
down the stairs in motor coat and
veil, she paused and her fingers on the
banister frightened in surprise as she
looked at the man who stood below
holding his hat in his hand, with his
face upturned. The well-shaped head
was no longer marred by the name
which il had formerly worn, but was
close cropped, and under the trans.
forming influence of the change the
forehead seemed bOlder and higher,
and to her thinking the strength of
the purposeful features was enhanced,
and yet, had she known ii, the man
felt that he had for the first time sur
rendered point which meant an aban-
donment of something akin to prin-
ciple
She said nothing, but as she took
his hand in greeting her fingers
pressed his own in handclasp more
lingering than usual.
Late that evening, when Samson re-
turned to the studio, he found a mis-
eive in his letter box, and, as he took
it out his eyes fell on the postmark
It was dated from Hixon, Kentucky,
and, as the man slowly climbed the
stairs. he turLed the envelope over in
his hand with a strange sense of mis-
giving and premonition.
The letter was written in the
cramped hand of Brother Spencer.
Through its faulty diction ran a plain.
ly dscernible undernote of dlsapproval
for Samson, though there was no word
Of reproof or criticism. II was plain
that it was sent as a matter of cour-
tesy to one who, having proved an
apostate, scarcely merited such consid-
Grafton. It informed him that old
Spicer South had been mighty pore
ly," but was now better, barring the
breaking of age. Everyone was "tol.
erable." Then came the announce
ment which the letter had been writ
ten to convey.
The term of the South-Hollman truce
had ended, and 1t had been renewed
for an indefinite period
Some of your folks thought they
ought to let you know because they
promised to give you say" wrote
the informant But they decided that
it couldn't hardly make no difference
to you, since you have left the noun.
tains, and if you cared anything about
it, you knew the time, and could of
been here. Hoping this finds you
we'll"
Samson's face clouded He threw
the soiled and scrbbled missive down
on the table and sat with unseeing
eyes fixed on the studio wall. So, they
DAMnIICTc THAT ABE EhM0llS