Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-01-23

said Samson, "fer the reason tibet I'm
! tryin like all hi ter keep this truce
But We must stay on yore side or
else ride the roads open. How Is
Purvy terday?"
He's mighty porely," replied the
other, in sullen voice.
"All right. Thet's another reason
why hit hain't healthy fer ye over
hyar."
The spy turned and made his way
over the mountain.
Oh hin4!" muttered Samson
his face twitching. as the other was
lost in the underground. Some Gay
I'm a-goin' ter git him"
Tamarack Spicer did not at once
reappear. and when one Of the Souths
met another In the road the customary
dialogue would be: "Heered anything
of Tamarack?" NO, heV you!
mo, nary a word"
AS Lescott wandered through the
hills, his unhurt right hand began cry
ing out for action and brush 10
| nurse AS he watched, day after day'
the unwilling Of the monumental nils
and the transitions from hazy, wrath
like whispers Of hues to strong, haring
riot of color. this fret Of restlessness
became actual pain. He was wasting
wonderful opportunity and the crea-
tive instinct in him was clamorlng
One morning, when he came out just
after sunrise to the tin wash basin
at the well, the desire to paint was on
him with compelling force. The nils
ended near their bases like things bit
ten off Beyond lay limitless stream
ers of mist, but, while he stood at gaze
the filmy veil began to lift and float
higher. Trees and mountains grew
taller. The sun, which showed first
| as a ghost-like disk of polished alumi-
mum. struggled through orange and
vermiHon into a sphere Of living
fame. Lescott heard a voice at his
side.
when does ye low ter commence
paintin?"
1t was Samson. For answer the
artist, with his unhurt hand. impa-
tiently tapped his bandaged wrist.
"Ye still got yore right hand, hain't
ye?" demanded the boy. The other
laughed. 1t was a typical question. So
long as one had the trigger finger left
one should not admit disqualification.
You see, Samson" he explained,
this isn't precisely like handling a
gun. One must hold the palette; mix
the colors; wipe the brushes and do
half a dozen equally necessary things.
1t requires at least two perfectly good
hands. Many people don't find two
enough"
But hit only takes one ter do the
paintin, don't hit?"
Yes"
"Welr'-the boy spoke efficiently
but with enthusiasm-"bet the
two of US we've got three hands.
reckon ye kin larn me how ter do
them other things fer ye."
Lescott's surprise showed in his
face and the lad swept eagerly on.
'Mebby hit hain't none of my bust
ness, but, all day yestiddy an the
day befo, l was studyin' bout this
here thing, an I hustled up an got
tibet corn welded an now Pm through.
Eff l kin help ye out | thought meb-
by" He paused and looked appeal
ingly at the artist.
Lescott whistled and then his face
lighted into contentment.
To-day, Samson" he announced,
'Iescott, South and Company get
busy"
1t was the first time he had seen
Samson smile, and, although the ex-
preston was one of sheer delight, in,
herent somberness loaned it a touch
OF the wistful
When, an hour later, the two set
out, the mountain boy carried the par
aphernaha and the old man standing
at the door watched them off with
half-quizzical, half-disapproving glance
AS the boy, with remarkable apti-
tude, learned how to adjust the easel
and arrange the paraphernalia. Lescott
sat drinking in through thirsty eyes
the stretch Of landscape he had deter
mined to paint.
linen, WINE ne painted, the boy neld
the palette. his eyes riveted on the
canvas, which was growing from a
blank to a mirror of vistas-and the
boys pupils became deeply hungry.
The day of painting was followed
by others like it. The disabling o.!
Lescutt's left hand made the constant
coEpanionship of the boy a matter
that needed no explanation or apology,
though not a matter of approval to his
uncle.
Another week had passed without
the temperance Of Tamarack Spicer
One afternoon Lescott and Samson
were alone on a clif-protected shelf
and the painter had just blocked in
with umber and neutral tint the crude
sketch of his next picture.