Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1916-03-03

bryouic affiliations with the people OF
his enemy.
Young Milt had visited Dawn; he
had watched with Anse IIavey The
father had always taken a natural
pride in the honesty that cleaned
from his sons alert eyes, and the one
person from whom he had concealed
his " ways Of guile and deceit most
studiously was the lad who would
some day be leader in his stead. There
we're few things that this old intriguer
feared, but II there was, and now II
was tracing lines Of care and anxiety
In the yisage that had always been so
masklike and imperturbable. II his
son should ever look past his outward
self and catch a glimpse of the inner
man. the father knew that he would
not be able to sustain the scorn OF
those younger eyes. So. while the
lad. who had gone back to college In
Lexington. conned his books. his faith.
err sat before the blaze OF his hearth,
his pipe tight clamped between his
teeth, his heart fostering in his breast,
and his mind dangerously active.
The beginnings Of all the things
which he deplored, and meant to pun
ish, went back to the establishment Of
O school With N UFotcbad Oun to,chor
Had Dawn McNash not come there,
his boys feet would not have gone
wandering westward over the ridge,
straying out Of parti2an paths. The
slimness Of her body, the lure of her
violet eyes, and the dusky meshes of
her dark hair had led his own son to
guard the roof that sheltered her
against the hand of arson the father
had hired.
But most Of all, Anse Havey was re.
sponsible: Anse Havey who had per
suaded his son to make common cause
with the enemy. For that Anse Havey
must die.
Heretofore Old Milt had struck only
at lesser men. fearing the %retribution
Of too audacious n crime, but now his
venom was acute, and even such grave
considerations as the danger of a holo-
caust must not halt its appeasement.
Still the mind Of Nit McBriar, the
elder, had worked long In intrigue. and
even now it could not follow q direct
line. Bad Anse must not be shot down
in the road, His taking off must be
and one not directly traceable to so
palpable a motive as his own hatred.
Such a plan his brain was working
out, but for It's execution he needed a
hand of craft and force-such a hand
as only Luke ThiXton could supply
and Luke was out West.
1t was not his intention to rush hast.
lily into action. Some day he would 20
down to Lexington and Luke should
come East to meet him. There, a hun.
dred and thirty miles from the hills.
the two Of them would arrange mat
tiers to his own satisfaction.
Roger Malcolm had gone back, and
he had not, after all, gone back with a
%conqueror's triumph. He was now dis
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ests which were to fccalize on these
hills and later to bring developments,
The girls school was gradually max
ing itself felt, and each day saw small
classes at the desk and blackboard
small classes that were growing larger,
Now that Milt had laid the ground.
work Of his plans. he Vas making the
field fallow by a seeming Of general
beneficence. His word had gone out
along the creeks and branches and In
to the remote coves of his territory
that 1t wouldn't hurt folks none ter
give their children a little l'arnin'."
In response to that hint they trooped
in from the east, wherever the roads
could be travelled. Among those who
"hitched an lighted at the fence were