Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1916-01-28

ebb-tide, and had he stretched out his
arms, she would have shaken her head
YEARLY on abstract resolves and come
into their embrace. But he was not
there.
In the quaint conversation OF the
Widow Eyerson and her sons Juanita
found so much Of the amusing that she
had to school herself against too great
an appreciation OF their utterly untn-
territorial humor. Though she was q
"fotchedon woman" to be taken on
probation. 1t vas only a matter OF
hours before the family ca%pitulated. as
people In general had a fashion OF do
ing under the spell Of her ~graciousness
and charm. Jerry Everson. whom men
accounted surly. for the first time In
years brushed his ~shapeless hat and
remembered not to hang It on the
floor" and Sim Everson hied him into
the misty woods at dawn and brought
home squirrels for her first breakfast
in his house.
In the forenoon of her first day she
left the house and. crossing the tiny
garden where the weeds were already
growing tall and rank enough to hint
of future ragged victory. she made her
way by a narrow trail that led to the
) crest Of the ridge.
> Juanita was steering her course for
T a patriarchal poplar that sent q
! straight shaft heavenward at the rim
l of the crest. opening It's verdure like a
great flag, unfurled on a mighty para
pet. She knew that up there she
could look two ways across the divide,
and that her battle-ground would be
I spread before her.
line of hills melted into the sky. She
looked to the west. and there, too, they
! rose. phalanx on phalanK, to dissolve
5 In a smoky haze that effaced the hori'
zon. 1t seemed as II In a majesty OF
"reminiscences they reached from sun
rise to sunset, and so. as far as the
locked-in life of their people went
they might.
She stood there a long while, and
finally she saw, where for a space the
road ran near the brick house. un
shielded by the woods. a struggling
little cortege. At is front rode
stoop-shouldered man in whom, ever
at that far distance, she thought she
recognized the missionary. BehinC
him came a few hOrsemen riding II
! two squads, and between the squads
crawled a "%jolt-wagon" drawn b,
mules. She knew that the Havey'
were bringing back to the frontier thu
enemy's dead, and she shuddered a
the cold reality.
1t may have been three hours late
that Good Anse Talbot rode up t
the Widow Everson's. When the girl
who had returned long & from tn
crest, came out to meet him at tn
door she found bin talking there wit
Milt McBriar, who had also ridden uI
but from the other direction.
"Anse Havey lows" the preache
was saying, that he hes done fotche
home Their body of little Nash Wat
an tibet Their boy was shot ter deaf
a layin' in Their la'rel a hundred pace
IN from the winder whar Cal Douglas wa
a standin'!"
.. I've done already acknowledge
:, thet," declared Milt in a voice int
&c which crept a trace of truculent 81
49, %lenness.
The missionary nodded. Il hahn
quite through yit, Milt," he went o
evenly, and the girl who stood leai
ing against the door-frame, caught fo
VIZ an instant a sparkle OF zealot earnes
ness In his weary eyes.
"Anse is willin' ter take yore han
~ on this truce. He's willin' ter stan
pledge tibet Their Haveys keeps faitl
But I'm a preacher Of the Gawspel
3" God, Milt, and | don't low ter be n
g%o-between without both Of you me
20 does keep faith"
d Milt McBriar stiffened resentfull,
III and his dark brows drew together u
o der his hat brim.
0 Does we doubt tibet III do what
ed .on .au,.oa 4, = ,otoo ,oo on
" for sincerity.
The missionary did not drop h
steady and compelling eyes from III
H. gaze direct. 1t was as II he were rea
ing through the pupils Of the other an
N searching the dark heart.
ey az oimo tor 600 thet va both star
Iet out fair, Milt," he said. still quietl
Iet AN ter tibet end aims ter admonis
IN We both on Their terms of this meeti
atween ye."
Isl For an instant Milt McBriar's sci
blance OF calm refectiveness slippt
as from him and his voice rose raspingl
lin Ibid Anse Havey learn we tn
speech?"
OF Good Anse Talbot shook his hes
Ter patiently.
CHI mo. told Anse Their same THU
of I'm a.tellin' you. Neither Anse n
IN Their four men that fetches Their bot
OF will hev any sort Of weepon abo
EN- when they comes acrost tibet still
he Ye've got ter give me yore hand tn
ere none Of yore men hain't a goin' ter
las armed. I'm a servant Of Their Mo
Tor High God" For an instant fire blaz'
Did In the preachers eyes and his vol
life mounted with fervor, Fer years L