Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1917-12-04
THE GALLY FEUD
BY IzoLA FORESTER.

college about four days. The family
had given him to understand that
they expected all things of him, and
especially that he should run for rep
resentative the next autumn. There
had been a Farraday In the state
legislature from the Gap section ever
since West Virginia had walked her
own path TO statehood. Since the
death Of Bruce's father fifteen years
before, the Gally family had COR
trolled the seat. Bart Gally had CONS
up for two terms and Wallace had
followed In his footsteps.
He rode down the mountain road to-
the little village after mail, loving
every foot Of the way. It had been
years since he had walked that road
to school. When he came to the old
familiar crossroads, with its calrn
Of rock supporting an old sign post,
he drew rein. Many time he had loi-
tered there waiting for Nance Gally to
come along on her way to school.
What had they cared for feuds in
those daysl She was six, he bare
ly ten. Resting now In his saddle,
while the Captain cropped the sweet
clover and sorrel by the roadside, he
remembered the day of their great
quarrel. He had called her redhead on
the way home from school, because
she had walked with her cousin, Wal
lace instead of him. There had been a
fight and Wallace, a strapping. black
browed youth Of fifteen, had beaten
him before her eyes.
The sound Of horses hoofs canter-
Ing along the old timber road reused
him from reverie. 1t was Nance. She
rode her sorrel mare like a boy. her
short curls flying In the morning
breeze. As she rode. she was singing
Dixie at the top of her lungs, until she
caught sight of the silent horseman,
and stopped short.
Bruce raised his cap In neighboriy
greeting. noting approvingiy the vivid
beauty OF her young face and spark
hing eyes.
"Good morning. Miss Nance" he
said. 1T seems like old times to be
waiting here for you. You're looking
mighty WELL"
She tossed her head in quick resent
ment.
81 reckon you can keep your compli-
ments to home, Bruce Farraday. Wei
ain't askln' anythin' from any Of you'll
In the complimentary line."
She rode on, never looking behind.
NhA4-saafklrnAnx kknk ~
Matt Crawford. local boss Of the Dem
ocratic caucus, permission to use his
name for nomination at the confnga
elections.
you've got. to step lively and loois
both ways at once" said Sister Belle.
when the campaign was in full swing.
The next day there was a confer
ence between Bruce and Matt Crawl
ford. Briefly Bruce outlined BIS plan
Of action. On the Farraday property
there was a large old mica niue, un-
worked since the death Of his father. J
Ever since his arrival he had secretly
been probing its possibilities, and felt
fairly sure of his ground.
"Matt," he said, II know chap with
capital, who went to Rudemeir with
me. He'll back the old mica mines
when l say so. Let's open them now
and hire all the available men. Get
them on one-year contracts, with OPP,
hon of renewal"
Matt grinned appreciatively.
II think I'm looking at our next rep.
he said.
The mine was a success. Boys and
men from all districts through the val
ey and mountains flOcked to work in
'tead of remaining idle through the
summer and autumn, waiting for the
ially mills TO open.
Election day told the story. When
he votes were counted in the little
Dom back Of the post Office old Judge
'inkus strOked his Vandyke happily.
II reckon you're beaten, Wally," he
through his little glass graft
lg at the stamp window. Nance heard
he words, too, as she stood by the
window. With a muttered oath her
Ousln rushed past her out into the
tile square where men were cheering
Or a Farraday. Blind with fury, he
hot out his fist at Bruce, but fell as
ruce caught him with a counter blowI
n the point of the chin.
Bruce leaped to the old oak stump.
"Fellow-citizens of the Gap, this is
he end Of the Gally feud. Right here
Wallace and have settled old scores.
nd l want to tell you it's time the
ap Joined the march of progress and
uried the feud forever. You shake
ands with me, Gally IL you don't I'll
eat you up until you do. for we're
ping to be friends from this day on"
Wonderingly the Gap beheld the two
lake' hands as Bruce left the stump.
minute more, and he was beside
ance, where she stood apart from the
hers.
"Can help you on your horse" he
'ked. "rm going 10 see you home"