Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1921-11-25

There was q moment OF Slleuce uul
ing which she brushed the name o.
her pony. Then she asked timidlyf
"Do you like yellow hairY'
"Yest if 1t looks like yours"
"If you don't mind III put a mus
tache on you just-just to look 3
every time / think of you"
"When l think of you I put violet
H. your hair" he said
He took a step toward her as ne
spoke and as he did so she started
her pony. A little way off she checked
him and said:
I'm sorry. There are no violets
now"
She rode away slowly waving her
hand and singing with the joy OF a
bird in the springtime.
That evening when Harry was help
ing Samson with the horses he sad:
I'm going to tell you a secret. l
wish you wouldn't say anything about
it,"
Samson stood pulling the hair out
of his card and looking very stern as
he listened While Harry told of the
assault upon him and how BIN had
arrived and driven the rowdies away
with her gun but ne said not a word
Of her demonstration of tender sym
pathy. To him, hat had clothed the
whole adventure with a kind OF
sanctity so that he could not bear to
have it talked about.
Samson's eyes glowed with anger.
They searched the face of the boy.
His voice was deep and solemn when
he said:
''This is a serious matter. Why do
you wish to keep it a secret?"
The boy blushed. For a moment he
knew not what to say. Then he
spoke: ut amt me so much-it's
her." he managed to say. "She
wouldn't want it to be talked about
and l don't either"
Samson began to understand. "She's
quite a girl, l guess he said thought
fully. "She must have the nerve of a
mani declare she must"
"Yes-sir-ee! They'd "a got hurt If
they hadn't gone away, that's sure
said Harry.
"We'n look out for them after this"
Samson r~ejoined. 1.-THE first time I
meet that man McNoll he'll have to
settle with me and he'll pay cash or
the nail"
BIN. having heard of Harry's part
in Abe's fight and of the fact that he
was to be working alone all day at the
new house, had ridden out through
the woods to the open prairie and
hunted in sight of the new cabin that
afternoon. Unwilling to confess her
extreme interest in the boy she had
said not a word of her brave act. Il
was not shame; it was partly a kind
of rebellion against the tyranny of
youthful ardor; it was partly the fear
of ridicule.
So it happened that the adventure
of Harry Needles made scarcely a rip
pie on the sensitive surface of the vii
lage life. 1t will be seen, however,
that it had started strong undercur-
rents likely, in time, to make them
selves felt.
The house and barn were finished,
%whereupon Samson and Harry drove
to Springfeld-a muddy, crude and
growing village with thick woods on
it's north side-and bought furniture.
Their wagon was loaded and they
were ready to start for home. They
-,o~a ~~11I~s0r ~ %h0 raoi1 ctroof uvhnn
Harry touched Samson's arm and
whispered:
"There's McNoll and Callyhan."
The pair were walking a few steps
ahead of Samson and Harry. In a
second Samson's big hand was on Nc
NolI's shoulder.
'This is Mr.. McNon, I believe" said
Samson.
The other turned with a scared
look.
'What do you want O. me?" he de-
manded.
Samson threw him to the ground
with a jerk so strong and violent that
it rent the sleeve from his shoulder.
McNoIl's companion, who had felt the
weight of Samson's hand and had had
enough of it, turned and ran.
"What do We want o. me?" McNoll
asked again as he struggled to free
himself.
"What do I want O. you-you puny
little coward" said Samson, as he
lifted the bully to his feet and gave
him a toss and swung him in the air
and continued to address him. 'I'm
just goin' to muss you up proper. If
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