Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1916-03-17

His Honor Had Directed That Every
Man-Save Officials-Should Be DIE
armed at tho Door.
barian." she laughed. Mars is pay
ing me tribute. So shall Il ever be
with tyranny"
Slowly, and II by one. Anse Havey
took up the pieces and examined them.
1T amt only Mars that's paying ye
tribute" he thought. but he only said
That's all right. | seem to see more
McBriar guns there than Havey guns
1t would suit me all right II ye got
the last one of EN-"
Hadn't you as we'll hang yours
there, too?" she teased. I'm still
willing to give you the honors OF war;"
But he only smiled. "Ill hang mine
up last Of all, l reckon. Luke Thix-
ton amt hung yet, and there's other
clouds a brewin' besides that"
What clouds?" she asked.
There vas a bunch OF surveyors
through here lately" he replied slow.
ly. They Just sort OF looked round
and went away. Some day they'll come
back"
And them"
Anse Havey shrugged his shoulders
/ may need my gum" he said.
Not until It became certain that he
must die did Old Milt send for his son.
or even permit him to be told OF his
Illness. But just as the winters siege
was ending Young Milt came home.
and two days later the mountains
heard that the old feudist was dead
Brother Anse Talbot and Juanita
and a doctor who had come from
Lexington were witnesses to that
leave-taking. They saw the old man
beckon feebly to the boy Young Mill
came and sat or the edge Of the bed.
schooling his features as he waited
the final i~njunctions which, by his
code, would be mandatory for life.
They all waited to hear the old lion
break out in a final burst OF vindlctive-
ness. to see him lay upon his boys
young shoulders the unfinished or.
deals OF his hatreds. But 1t was the
eye Of the father. not the feudist. that
gazed up from the pillow. His wasted
fingers lay a~ffectionately on his sons
knee and his voice was gentle.
Son." said the old man, I'D love
ter hev we live at peace eff ye kin. I've
done tried Their other way an hits kilt
me. Id ruther yed let my fights be
buried along with my body. Anse
Havey's goin' ter run things in these
mountingB. He's a smarter nan than
me. ! couldn't never make no peace
with Anse Havey, but the things that's
always stood betwixt US lays a long
way back. Mebby you an him mought
pull together an end Their feud |
leaves tibet with you; but hit took
death ter make me see hit"
Here he broke off exhaustedly. and
for a time seemed lighting for breath.
At last he added I've knowed all
along thet Luke killed Fletch McNash.
| thought Id ought ter tell ye."
A week after the death OF tho old
leader Young Milt rode over to the
house Of Anse Havey, and there he
found Jeb McNash The two young
men looked at each other without ex
preston. Just after the death OF his
father Jeb would 0 willingly have
renewed their quarrel, and as for
Young Milt, he no longer felt resent.
ment.
"Anse." said the heir to McBriar
leadership. Il rid over here ter offer
We my hand. I've done found out that
Luk> is es guilty es hell didn't be
lieve hit afore. So fur es I'm con.
cerned, he kin hang, an I'm goin' ter
tell every McBriar man that will
harken ter me Their same thing. So
fur as I'm concerned went on the