The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-03-11

battle hunger to rise, and old realiza
tions of primitive things to assault
him. Then, when they had waited
with bated breath until they were both
treasured, he rose and swung the
stock to his shoulder several times
With something like a sigh OF con
tentment, he said, half to himself:
Hit feels mighty natural ter throw
this old rifle-gun up. reckon maybe
| / hin still shoot hit"
Il learned some things down there
at school, Samson" said the girl, slow
| ly, "and l wish-I wish you didn't have
to use this"
Jim Asberry is dead" said the man
grayely.
Yes" she echoed. Jim Asberry' 6
dead" She stopped there. Yet her
sign completed the sentence as though
she had added. "but he was only one OF
several Your vow went farther"
After a moments pause, Samson
added:
Jesse Purvy's dead"
The girl drew back. with a fright
ened gasp. She knew what this meant
or thought she did
Jesse Purvyl" she repeated. ooh,
Samson. did ye-?" She broke off, and
covered her face with her hands.
mo, Sally" he told her. 81 didn't
have to-" He recited the days occur
rences, and they sat together on the
stile, until the moon had sunk to the
ridge top.
Capt. Sidney Callomb, who had been
dispatched in command of militia
company to quell the trouble in the
mountains. should have been a soldier
by profession. All his enthusiasms
were martial. His precision was mill
mand which made itself obeyed He
had rare gift of handling men, which
made them ready to execute the i'm
possible. But the elder Callomb had
trained his son to succeed him at the
head of railroad system, and the
young man had philosophically under
taken to satisfy his military ambitions
with State Guard shoulder straps
The deepest sorrow and mortifca-
ton he had ever known was that which
came to him when Tamarack Spicer,
his prisoner of war and a man who had
been surrendered on the strength of
his personal guaranty, had been as
sassinated before his eyes In some
fashion, he must make amends He
realized, too, and 1t ranked deeply.
that his men were not being genuinely
used to serve the state, bat as instru-
merits of the Hollmans, and he had
seen enough to distrust the Hollmans
Here, in Hixon, he was seeing things
from only one angle. He meant to
learn something more impartial
Besides being on duty as an officer
of militia, Callomb was a Kentuckian,
interested in the problems of his COM
monwealth, and, when he went back,
he knew that his cousin, who occupied
the executive mansion at Frankfort,
would be interested in his suggestions
The governor had asked him u report
his impressions, and he meant to, af-
ter analyzing them.
So, smarting under his impotency,
Captain Callomb came out of his tent
one morning, and strolled across the
curved bridge to the town proper He
knew that the grand Jury was conven-
ing. and he meant to SIT as a spectator
in the courthouse and study proceed
lngs when they were instructed.
But before he reached the court
house, where for a half-hour vet the
cupola bell would not clang out its
summons to veniremen and witnesses,
he found fresh fuel for his wrath.
He was not a popular man with
he had been useful in leading their vic
tins to the slaughter. There was
scowl in his eyes that they did not
like, and an arrogant hint of iron laws
In the livery he wore. which their in
stincts distrusted.
Callomb saw without being told that
over the town lay a sense of por-
tentous tidings. Faces were more
sullen than usual. Men fell into scowl-
ing knots and groups. A clerk at a
store where he stopped for tobacco
inquired as he made change:
"Heerd the news, Stranger"
What news?"
This here Wildcat Samson South
come back yistiddy, an last evenin'
towards shutdown, Jesse Puryy an
aroD Hollis was shot dead
For an instant, the soldier stood
looking at the young clerk. his eyes
into a wrathful blaze. Then,
he cursed. under his breath At the
door, he turned on his heel:
Where can Judge Smithers be
handed.