The Columbus courier. [volume] (Columbus, Luna County, N.M.) 1911-1920, 1915-02-19

In erbout soin' away FER a spefl. an
seem the world"
Tho old man laid down HIS pipe. He
cast a ~reproachful glance az the
painter. which said clearly. though
without words;
Il have opened my home 10 you and
offered you what ! had, yet In my old
age you take away my mainstay."
Il lowed you was a%-studyin' erbout
tibet, Samson" he said. at last. I've
done Their best fer ye l knowed. l
kinder lowed tibet from now on ye'd do
the same fer me. I'm gittin' along in
years right smart. j."
Uncle spicer," interrupted the boy,
y reckon ye knows thet any time ye
needed me I'd come back"
The old mans face hardened.
"Ef ye goes" he said, almost sharp
ly, Il won't never send fer ye. ANY
time ye ever wants ter come back, ye
knows Their way. Thar'l be room an
victuals fer ye hyRr."
Il reckon I mout be n heap more
useful Of l knowed more"
1--WE heerd fellers say that afore.
Hit hain't never turned out thet way
with them what has left the mount
ings. Mebby they gets more useful,
but they don't git useful ter US. Either
they don't come back at all, or mebby
they comes back full Of ~newfangled no
tions-an' ashamed of their kinfolks.
Thet's the way. I've noticed, hit gen.
ally turns out"
Samson scorned to deny that such
might be the case with him. and was
silent, After a time, the old man went
or again In a weary voice, as ne bent
down to loosen his brogans and kick
them nolsily OF on to the floor;
The Souths hev done looked to ye
a good deal. Samson They lowed they
could depend on ye. Ye hain't quite
twenty-One yet, an l reckon ! could
refuse ter let ye sell yer prop'ty. But
thar hain't no use tryin' ter hold a
Teller when he wants ter quit. Ye
don't low ter go right away, do YET"
u haln't plumb made up my mind
ter go at ALL" said the boy. shame
facedly. But, ef I does go, | hain't
a-goin' yit. hain't spoke ter nobody
but you about hit yit."
Lescott felt reluctant to meet his
hosts eyes ut breakfast the next morn
ing. dreadlng their ~reproach. but, "
Spicer South harbored resentment. he
meant to conceal 1t. after the stoic's
code. There was no hint Of constraint
In his cordially. Lescott felt, however,
that in Samson's mind was working
the leaven Of that unspoken accuse
ton Of ~disloyalty. He resolved to
make a final play. and seek to enlist
Sally in his cause. II Sally's hero-wor-
ship could be made to take the form OF
ambition for Samson, she might be
brought to relinquish him for a time,
and urge his going that he might re-
turn strengthened. He went down to
the creek at the hour when he knew
Sally would be making her way thither
with her milk pail, and intercepted her
coming.
AS she approached, she was singing.
and the man watched her from the dis
lance. He was a landscape painter and
not a master OF genre or portrait. Yet,
he wished that he might. before going,
paint Sally.
Miss Sally" he began, I've disoov.
cred something about Samson"
Her blue eyes flashed ominously.
"Ye can't tell me nothin' bout Sam.
son." she declared, "~withouten hits
somethin' nice"
"It's something very nice" the man
treasured her.
Then, ye needn't tell me, because |
already knows hit" came her prompt
and confident announcement.
Lescott shook his head, obviously.
Samson is q genius" he said.
whats thetf"
"He has great gifts-great abilities
to become a hgure In the world"
She nodded her head. in prompt and
full confederation.
II reckon SamsonTl be the biggest
man in the mountings some day"
"He ought to be more than that"
Suspicion at once cast a cloud across
the violet serenity Of her eyes.
What does ye meant" she de-
manded.
Il mean"-the painter paused a mo-
ment, and then said bluntly-"I mean