Tombstone epitaph., 1917-02-11

bryonic afiliat,ons with the people of his enemy.
 Young Milt had visited Dawn: he had watched with Anse Havey. The father had always taken . natural pride in the honesty that gleamed from his sons alert eyes. and the one person from whom he had concealed his own ways of guile and deceit most studiously was the lad who would some day be leader in his stead. There were few things that this old intriguer feared. but one there was. and now 1t was tracing lines of care and anxiety in the visage that had always been so masklike and imperturbable. If his son should ever look past his outward self and catch . 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 fin Lexington. conned his books. his fath- CT 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 a school with a "fotched-on" teacher. Had Dawn McNash not come there. his boys feet would not have gone wandering westward over the ridge. straying out of partizan 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 a crime, but now his venom was acute. and even such grave considerations as the danger of holo- caust must not halt its appeasement.
 Still the mind of Milt McBriar. the elder. had worked long in intrigue. and even now it could not follow a direct line. Bad Anse must not be shot down in the road. His taking of must be accomplished by shrewder method, l and one not directly traceable to so palpable a motive as his own hatred Such plan his brain was working out, but for it's execution he needed a hand of craft and force-such a hand as Uoly Luke Thixton could supply and Luke was out West
 l It was not his intention to rush hast fly into action. Some day be would go down to Lexington and Luke should come East to meet him. There, hun dred and thirty miles from the hills the two of them would arrange mat ters 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 looking to titanic grouping of inter ests which were to focalize on these hills and later to bring developments The girls school was gradually mak ing itself felt. and each day saw small classes at the desk and blackboard small classes that were growing larger
 Now that MiIt had laid the ground work of his plans, he was making the field fallow by seeming of general benefcence. 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 tel give their children little rarnin'." In response to that hint they trooped in from the east, wherever the road: could be travelled. Among those who "hitched an lighted" at the fence were