Mountain advocate., 1916-01-28

Nln LOT COunSel ana encouragement.
which he gave not in behalf OF the
school. but because he was the school
teachers slave. She saw the little
hospital rise on the hill and thought
of what it would do. and she believed
that Anse Havey must be. in his heart,
converted, even though his mountain
obstinacy would not let him say Sc.
Then, while the hillsides were Joy
Gus with spring. came squad of lads
with transit and chain, who began
running a tentative line through the
land that Jim Fletcher mad bought.
Anse Havey watched them grimly
with folded arms. but said no word
until they reached the boundary of his
own place.
There he met them at the border.
Boys" he said, "ye mustn't cross
that fence. This is my land, an for
bids ye''
Their foreman argued.
I'VE only want to take the measure
ments necessary to complete our line.
Mr.. Havey. We won't work any in.
jury"
AnSe shook his head.
Come in, boys. an eat with me an
make yourselves at home he told
them, but leave your tools outside
Men from the house patrolled the
boundary with rifles and the young
men were forced to turn back.
But later they drew near the house
of OLD Bob HcGreegor, and he. steal
ing down to the place in the thicket of
rhododendron, saw them perilously
near the trickling stream which even
then bore on its surface little kernels
of yellow corn. Deeply and violently
old Bob swore as he drank from his
little blue key, and when one day he
saw them again he asked counsel of
no man. He went down and crept
close through the laurel, and when his
old rifle spoke a schoolboy from the
Blue Grass fell dead among the rocks
of the water course.
After that death, the first murder of
an innocent outsider, the war which
Anse Havey had so long foreseen
broke furiously and brought the or
ders of upland and lowland to the
grip of bitter luminosity.
Old McGreegor's victim had been
young Roy Calvin, the son of Judge
Calvin OF Lexington. and the name of
Calvin in central Kentucky was one
associated with the states best ira
ditions.
1t had run in a strong. bright thread
through the pattern of kentuckys
achievements, and when news of the
wanton assassination came home. the
state awoke to shock of horror The
infamy of the hills was screamed in
echo to the mourning, and the name
Of Bad Anse Havey was once more
printed In large type.
The men whose capital sought to
wrest profit from the hills, and whose
employee had been slain. were quick
to take advantage of this hue and cry
OF calumny.
They hurled themselves into the
fight for gaining possession of coveted
land and were not particular as to
methods.
Jim Fletcher came and went con-
stantly between the lowlands and
highlands. He was all things to all
men, and in the hills he cursed the
lowlander. but in the Rowland he
cursed the hills. Milt and Jeb and
Anse rode constantly from cabin 10
cabin In their efforts to circumvent
the adroit schemes of the mountain
Judas who had sold his soul to the
Iowland syndicate.
Fletcher sought foothold for capi-
tai to pierce fields acquired at the
price of undeveloped land and then
to take the profit OF development.
Anse sought to hold title until the
sales could be on fairer basis and
SO the issue was made up.
Capitalists. like Malcolm. who sat IN
directors rooms launching q legiti'
mate enterprise. had no ectuai lsno"i
edge OF the instrumentalities being
employed on the real battlefield. Law
yers tried condemnation suits with in
different success. and then reached
out their hands Tor q new weapon.