Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-02-19

breach Of terms, and struck. he would
strike hard, and, in that event, best
defense lay in striking first. Samson
would soon be twenty-one. That he
| would take his place as head of the
clan had until now never been ques-
| homeland he was talking Of deser-
| tion. For that, a pink skinned for
ribbon at his collar, was to blame.
The question Of loyalty must be
squarely put up to Samson, and it
must be done today. His answer
must be definite and unequivocal. AS
a guest of Spicer South, Lescott was
entitled to that consideration which is
accorded ambassadors.
None the less, the vital affair Of the
clan could not be baked by considera-
tion for the stranger, who, in the opin-
ion of the majority, should be driven
from the country as an insidious mis-
chief-maker. Ostensibly, the truce
still held, but at no time since its sign
ing had matters been so freighted
with the menance Of a gathering
storm. The attitude Of each faction
was that of several men standing quiet
with guns trained on one another's
breasts. Each hesitated to fire, know
ing that to pull the trigger meant to
die himself, yet fearing that another
trigger might at any moment be
drawn. Purvy dared not have Samson
shot out Of hand, because he feared
that he Souths would claim his. life in
return, yet he feared to let Samson live.
On the other hand, If Purvy fell, no
South could balance his death, except
Spicer or Samson. Any situation that
might put conditions to moment Of
issue would either prove that the truce
was being observed or open thewar-
and yet each faction was guarding
against such an event so too fraught
with danger One thing was certain. BY
persuasion or force, Lescott must
leave, and Samson must show himself
to be the youth he had been thought,
or the confessed and repudiated re-
answer. 1t was a difficult situation,
and promised an eventful entertain
ment. Whatever conclusion was reach
ed as to the artists future, he was,
and, unless liquor inflamed some reck-
less trouble-hunter, that fact would
not be forgotten. Possibly, it was as
we'll that Tamarack Spicer had not
arrived.
Lescott himself realized the situa-
ton in part, as he stood at the door of
the house watching the scene inside.
There was, Of course, no round dane
ing-only the shuttle and jig-with
champions contending for the honor
of their sections.
In the group about the door, Lescott
passed a youth with tow-white hair
and very pink cheeks. The boy was
the earliest to succumb to the tempta-
ton Of the moonshine jug, tempta-
tion which would later claim others.
He was reeling crazily, and his albino
eyes were now red and inflamed.
"Thet's ther damned furriner thet's
done turned Samson inter GAL" pro-
claimed the youth, in a thick voice.
The painter paused, and looked
back. The boy was reaching under his
coat with hands that had become
clumsy and unresponsive.
Let me git at him." he shouted,
with a wild whoop and a dash toward
the painter.
Lescott said nothing, but Sally had
heard, and stepped swiftly between.
you've got ter git past me fust,
Buddy she said quietly. Il reckon
yed better run home an get yore
nanny ter put ye ter bed"
(To be Continued).