Mountain advocate. (Barbourville, Ky.) 1904-1935, 1916-02-11
CHAPTER xXxVl.

People in the mountains still talk
of how, while Anse Havey lay on Q
white cot in the little hospital, young
Milt McBriar set out toward Peril. He
stopped for a moment at the house OF
Bad Anse Havey. and within twenty
minutes the hills were being raked.
Young Milt killed horse getting to
Jeb McNash's cabin on Tribulation
and JCb killed another getting to
Peril. Then from Lexington came two
surgeons as fast as a special train
could bring them, and, thanks to .
logged life spark they found Anse
Hgyey still lingering on the margin.
When they removed him from the
operating table back to his cot and
he opened his eyes to consciousness.
the sun was coming through the shad-
ed window, but even before he knew
that, he saw her face bending over
him and felt cool fingers on his fore
head
As his eyes opened her smile greet,
ed him, and she brushed his lips with
her own. Then, in a tone Of COM
mand, she said: You mustn't talk.
The doctors say you may get well q
YOU obey orders and fight hard. IT.
partly up to you, Anse."
Once more there lowered around,
the mans lips that occasional boyishI
smile.
Il reckon" he said slowly, they'll
have the hell OF a time KILN mel
now!" Then he added in a tone oil
more grimness: Besides, there's aI
score or two TO settle
The girl shook her head and smiled.
Her fingers rested caressingly on the
dark hair that fell over his forehead
no, Anse," she told him. Il settled
most of them myself"
Even the detachment of the murdAc
squad that had played its part in tho
woods and started for Peril before
the five turned back did not reach
their destination, but scattered into
the hillsides. When morning brought
the news of their attempt they tried
to make their escape across the mouM-
tains to Virginia.
But there was grim and relentless
system about the movement of two
posses that set out to comb the tim
Der. Daring to approach no house for
food, the fugitives united and took up
their stand in stanch log cabin
which had been deserted, and died
there, grimly declining to surrender.
or course the railroad came up Trib-
ulation and crossed through the notch
IN the mountains at the gap, but the
railroad came on terms quite different
from those which Mr.. Trevor and his
ilk had planned.
One day there rode away from the
college a gay little procession on its
way TO the McBriar domain. At its
head rode Young Milt, and on a pill
lion behind him, as mountain brides
had always ridden to their own
houses, sat Dawn McBriar. That was
some years ago, and at the big LOG
house there is a toddling, tow-headed
young person now whose Christian
name is Anse Havey, though his n
Their insists he is TO be ultimately
known as Bad Anse' McBriar.
One autumn day, when the air was
as full of sparkle as champagne. and
the big sugar tree just outside the
hospital window was flaming in an 90
stasy of color. Miss Dawn Havey
opened her eyes on the world and
found II acceptable.
Jeb McNash was riding through the
country that October seeking election
TO the legislature.
He drew his horse down by the
fence.
"Anse,' he said in his slow drawL
ITS a pity she's a gal now. haint itr
Anse shook HIS head. Il reckon"
he said, she's got more chance to b
like her mother. Her mother made
these hills better for being here. and
besides"
He looked cautiously about and
dropped his voice, as If speaking Of .
forbidden subject, yet into II crept Q
note of pride. Besides, young Teller.
have you got any more notches on the
stock of your gun than she hasf"
THE END.