Tombstone epitaph., 1917-01-28

blood-spiliin' I'd glaoiy so out an one myself as a sacrifice to bring it abosi You call me an outlaw-well. I've cane made laws an I've done broke them. an I've seen just about as much crookedness an lawlessness at one end of the game as at the other"
 But schools?" demanded Juanita. Why wouldn't they help your dream toward fulfllment?"
 'I aint against no school that can begin at the right Ad. I'm against every school that can only onsettle en' teach dissatisfaction with humble Twin where folks has got to live humble"
 He paused and paced the room. He was % longer the man who had seemed the immovable stoic. His eyes were far away. looking beyond the horizon into the future.
 It's took your people two centuries to get where they're standin' today" he broke out abruptly. "an' fer them two hundred years we've been stand in still or goin' back. Now ye come down here an seeks to jerk my people up to where ye stands in the blinkin' of an eye. Ye comes lookin' down on 'em an pityin' 'em because they won't eat outen your hand. They'd rather be eagles than song-birds in a cage. even if eagles are wild an lawless. Ye comes here an straightway tells 'em that their leaders are infamous. Do ye offer 'em better leaders? Y5 refuses the aid of men that know 'em- men of their blood-an' go your own ignorant way. Do ye see any reason why I should countenance ye? Don't ye see yere just a-scatterin' my sheep before they knows how to herd them selves?"
 I'm afraid" said the girl very slow ly and humbly. that TYe been fool"
 "Ye says the boy Jeb wears my trademark in the hate that's on his face" continued Anse Havey passion ately. Hes been here with me con sortin' with them fellers in Plutarch and Shakespeare. If can curb him an keep him out of mischief he's goin' down to Frankfort some day an learn his lessons in the legislature. He aint goin' to no college. because aims to fit him for his work right here. I seek to have fellers like him guide these folks forward. I don't aim to have them civilized by bein' wiped out an trod to death"
 He paused. and Juanita Holland re- peated helplessly, I've been fool!"
 "I reckon ye don't know that young Jeb McNash thinks little Milt kilt Fletch, an that one day he laid out in the la'rel to kill little Milt," Bad Anse pursued. "Ye don't know that the only I'd got his promise ter bide his time. But I reckon ye do know that if Milt was killed by Hayey all that's tran spired in ten years wouldn't make a patch on the hell-raisin' thatd go on hereabouts in a week Do ye think it's strange thet Jeb don't want his sister consortin' with the boy that he thinks murdered his father?"
 Juanita rose from her chair, feeling like a pert and cocksure interloper who had been disdainfully looking down on one with vision immeasur ably wider and surer than her own. At last she found herself asking: But surely Young Milt didn't kill Fetch. Surely you don't believe that?"
 No. know he didn't; but there's just one way I can persuade young Jeb to believe tan that's to tell him who did"
 His eyes met hers and for a moment | lighted with irony. If l did that. l reckon Jeb would be willin' to let ye keep Dawn an Jesse-an', of course. he'd kill the other man. Do ye want me to do it?"
 He moved to the closed door and paused with his hand on the knob.
 No, stop!" she almost screamed. Tt would mean murder. Merciful God, it's so hard to decide some things,"
 Anse Havey turned back to the room.
 'I just thought I'd let ye see that for yourself" he said quietly. "Ye ain't hardly been able ter see why it's hard for us people to decide 'em."
 Suddenly a new thought struck her and it brought from her a sudden | question. But you know who the murderer is. and you have spared him?"
 The man laughed.
 Don't fret yourself, ma'am. The man that killed Fletch has left the mountains, an right now he's out oi reach. But he'll be back some day an when he comes I reckon the first news yell hear of him will be that he's dead" Once more it was the i'm placable avenger that spoke.
 The girl could only murmur in per plexity: Yet you have kept Jeb ir ignorance. I don't understand"
 I've got other plans fer Jeb." said Bad Anse Havey. q don't low to Tel him be feud killer. There's otheri that can attend to that"
 He flung the door open and called Jeb, and a moment later the boy, blaci of countenance, came in and stoot glaring about with the sullen defiance of young bull just turned into thu ring to face the matador.
 "Jeb," suggested the chief gravely '1 reckon if Dawn don't see Yount Milt again ye ain't goin' to object tt her havin' an education, are ye?'
 The boy stiffened. and his reply wal | errlv