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proportion, have been mingled.
The people who succeed best are not
the people for whom the ways are
oiled and everything in the nature of
an obstacle removed, there may be a
. sort of success come as the natural re-
came to a point where the thicket
grew down close and tangled to the
road. He had seen Young Milt going
west along that road this morning and
by nightfall he would be riding back.
The gods of chance were playing into
his hands.
So he lay down, closely hugging the
earth, and'cocked his rifle. For hours
he crouched there with unspeakable
patience, while his muscles cramped
and his feet and hands grew cold un-
I’ll have to ask you to send the McNash
children over to my house. Jeb doesn’t
want them to be consorting with the Mc-i
Briars, and I can’t blame him. He is the
head of his family.
Respectfully,
ANSE HAVEY.
ere rgnt smart 1nteresteu in met
thar woodpile, hain’t ye, ma’am?” he
inquired with a slow, benevolent smile.
His kindliness of guise invited confi-
dence, and there was no one else with-
in earshot,’so the girl looked up, her
eyes a little misty and her voice im-
pulsive.
, “Mr. McBriar,” she said, “every one
of those timbers means part of a
dream to me, and with every one of
them that is set in place will go a hope
and a prayer.”
He nodded sympathetically. “I reck-
on,” he said, “ye kin do right smart
good, too.”
“Mr. McBriar,” she flashed at him in
point-blank questioning, “since I came
here I have tried to be of use in a
very simple and ineffective fashion. I
have done what little I could for the
sick and distressed, yet I am constant-
but a few
ne turnea ana stalkea away.
That moon a horseman brought a
note across the ridge, and as Juanita
Holland read it she felt that all her
dreams were crumbling—that the soul
of them was paralyzed.
It was a brief note, written in a
copybook hand, and it ran:
losis, for which, at that time,
CO0Y/G/TZY
CHA/CZCUS ©
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A stronger thing to Juanita Holland
than the personal disappointment
which had driven her to this work was1
now her eager, fiery interest in the
undertaking itself. In these months
she had disabused herself of many
prejudices. There remained that lin-
gering one against the man with whom
she had not made friends.
The thing she had set out to do was
a hundredfold more vital now than it
had been when it stood for carrying
out a dead grandfather’s wish. She
had been with these people in child-
birth and death, in sickness and want;
she had seen summer go from its ten-
der beginning to a vagabond end with
its tattered banners of ripened corn;
autumn had blazed and flared into
high carnival.
As young Jeb had turned on his heel
and stalked away, even before the com-
ing of the note she knew what would
happen, and what would happen not
only in this instance, but in others
like it. This would not be just losing
Dawn, bad as that was. It would be
paralysis and death to the school; it
would mean the leaving of every Ha-
vey boy and girl.
So she stood there, and afterward
said quietly: “Milt, I guess you’d bet-
ter go,” and Milt had gone gravely and
unquestioningly, but with that in his
eye which did not argue brightly for
restoration of peace between his house
Acknowledging that all things mun-
dane, in the appointed course of time,
come to an end, we are not to overlook
the fact that many things come to an
end we might well term untimely, be-
cause of the discouraged person having
control or guidance of the enterprise.
In the recent death of Dr. Edward Liv-
ingston Trudeau, the world has an ex-
ample of what can be accomplished by
a determined soul. This physician at
the age of 26 fell a victim to tubercu-
der the pelting of a rain which was
strangely raw and chilling for the sea-
"Will You Go With Me?” She Asked
a Little Weakly.
lem with the note of Havey command
lying between them. “An’ l hain’t no-
ways sartain thet hit’ll come ter
nothin’. Ye’ve got ter go over thar
an’ hate speech with Anse.”
Juanita drew back with a start of
distaste and repulsion. Yet she bad
known this all along.
“Ye see,” she heard the missionary
saying, “thar’s jest one way Anse Kin
handle Jeb, an’ nobody else kain’t
handle him at all. He thinks he’s
rirht. I reckon ef ye kip -persuade
CAMPING OUT.
Beaumont Enterprise.
More than 50 per cent of the farm
houses in this section give one the im-
pression that their owners are just
camping out or sojourning for a brief
period, with the idea of moving on at
the first opportunity.
While the farm house may be fairly
good and have a few of the comforts
of a home, in most cases the resem-
blance to a fixed abode stops at this
point.
There are no trees on the premises
either for fruit or shade. There are
no flowers in the yard, and in many
cases there is no garden. It is often
the case that there is not a cow or a
pig on the place, and at many of the
farm houses there are no chickens.
In fact, the surroundings are those
of a temporary camp rather than of a
permanent home.
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months in which to wind up his earthly
affairs. So established had become the
belief that consumption was incurable
that no one had, up to that time, made
the least effort to combat its ravages,
but Doctor Trudeau had his own ideas
about the matter, he went into the fir-
clad mountains, spent most of his time
in the open and as a result of his de-
termination to live, he balked the grim
reaper for some forty years and
through his research and investigation
the mortality from this disease has
been largely decreased and a hope has
been created for those who have not
permitted this disease to make too deep
inroads upon their vitality.
This one notable case could no doubt
be multiplied many times in connection
with this particular disease, while’ the
heroic efforts of persons afflicted with
other so-called fatal maladies, to suc-
cessfully stand off Death’s final
summons would be found equally as
numerous, but the experience of Doctor
Trudeau is along such common-sense
lines that it is possible for almost any
one to undertake the fight against the
disease with a fair hope of winning the
battle.
While it is probably true that a per-
son will consider no effort too great
that promises to add to life a few addi-
tional days, there are many other mat-
ters figuring as forlorn hopes that have
been wrested into brilliant victories by
some invincible spirit, for us to believe
that it is only in a struggle for exist-
ence that man puts forth his utmost of
will power. The history of invention,
commerce, art, each boasts of its chap-
ters wherein are written the biogra-
phies of heroes who refused to believe
in the popular verdict and by that re-
fusal enriched the world both by some
new accomplishment of the impossible
and the placing of a new high-water
mark of determination to serve as an
inspiration to all who may in the years
come after.
Were the true story of many of our
great cities of today written as they
really should be, it would be found that
in the beginning some man or perhaps
it may have been a small group of men,
believed in the possibilities of a par-
ticular location and despite the hostile
strength of precedent, the influence of
environment, the opposition of many
and the natural disadvanges to over-
come, proceeded to build and continue
to build a monument to man’s invinci-
While the Germans, Austrians, and
Bulgarians have been engaged in the
bloody business of Slicing up Serbia,
only one of the powers in the entente
combination has been carrying on a
consistent offensive against the Teu-
tons. That power is Italy. When the
Austro-German armies crossed the
Danube, the Italians began pounding
the Austrian front. They have been
pounding it eVer since. In contrast
with the fierce efforts of the unavail-
ing, conditions on the eastern and
western battlefronts have been com-
paratively quiet. After sixteen months
of conflict it would seem that Russia,
France, and England would have ar-
ranged for the unification of their op-
erations. This is the greatest weakness
the entente allies have shown—the
failure to coordinate their campaigns.
Had the French, British, and Russians
started hammering their respective
fronts as energetically as did Italy, it
is doubtful whether Serbia would have
been so easily overrun.
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SOL LEFF, Agent,
Phone Preston 6130.
At the outbreak of the war Lloyd-
George gave Americans some uneasi-
ness when he said, during the course
of a speech on the financial necessities
of the moment, that England had some
53,500,000,000 in America which it was
unable to realize upon immediately.
The uneasiness cleared up, however,
when it was found he referred to Eng-
lish holdings in American stocks and
bonds. Since the beginning of the war
the amount of securities held in Eng-
land has been reduced, it is estimated,
by about $1,750,000,000. England has
now begun a final mobilization of
American securities and in the course
of another six or nine months, the
holdings will have been entirely wiped
out. What is true of England applies
also to France and Russia, and to a
lesser extent—since they have been
unable to buy abroad—to Germany and
Austria. Consequently, after the war
the enormous volume of gold which
has been going from America to Eu-
rope in the shape of interest and divi-
dends will remain in the realm of
Uncle Sam.
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Ambition never has time to take a
day off.
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One day in early October young
Milt McBriar happened upon Dawn
and Juanita walking in the woods.
The gallant colors and the smoky
mists of autumn wrapped the forests
and brooded in the sky. An elixir
went into the blood with each deep-
drawn breath and set to stirring for-
gotten or hitherto unawakened emo-
tions. And in this heady atmosphere
of quickened pulses the McBriar boy
halted and gazed at the Havey girl.
Juanita saw Young Milt’s eyes flash
with an awakened spirit. She saw a
look in his face which she was woman
enough’ to interpret even before he
himself dreamed what its meaning
might be.
Dawn was standing with her head
up and her lids half closed looking
across the valley to the Indian sum-
mer haze that slept in smoky purple
on the ridges. She wore a dress of
red calico, and she had thrust in her
belt a few crimson leaves from a gum
tree and a few yellow ones from a pop-
lar.
Juanita Holland did not marvel at
the fascinated, almost rapt look that
came into Young Milt’s eyes, and
Young Milt, too, as he stood there in
the autumn woods, was himself no
mean figure. His lean body was
quick of movement and strong, and
. his bronzed face wore the straight-
looking eyes that carried an assurance
of fearless honesty. He had been
away to Lexington to college and was
going back. The keen intelligence of
his face was marred by no note of
meanness, and now, as he looked at
the girl of the enemy, his shoulders
came unconsciously erect with some-
thing of the pride that shows in men
of wild blood when they feel in their
veins the strain of the chieftains.
But Dawn, after her first blush,
dropped her lids a little and tilted her
chin, and without a word snubbed him
with the air of a Havey looking down
on a McBriar.
Milt met that gaze with a steady
one of his own and banteringly said:
“Dawn, ’pears like ye mought ’a’ got
tangled up with a/ rainbow.”
Her voice was cool as she retorted:
“I reckon that’s better than gitting
mixed up’with some other things.”
“I was jest a-thinkin’, es I looked at
ye,” went on the boy gravely, “thet
hit’s better then gittin’ mixed up with
anything else.”
Dawn turned away and went stalk-
ing along the woodland path without a
backward glance, and Milt followed at
her heels, with Juanita, much amused,
bringing up the rear. The easterner
thought that these two young folks
made a splendid pair, specimens of the
best of the mountains, as yet unbroken
by heavy harness. Then, as the
younger girl passed under a swinging
rope of wild grapevine, stooping low,
a tendril caught in her hair.
Without a word Young Milt bent for-
ward and was freeing it, tingling
through his pulses as his fingers
touched the heavy black mass, but as
soon as she was loose the girl sprang
away and wheeled, her eyes blazing.
“How dast ye tech me?” she de-
manded, panting with wrath. “How
dast ye?”
The boy laughed easily. “I dast do
anythin e I wants." he told her.
For a moment they stood looking at
each other, then the girl dropped her
eyes, but the anger had died out of
them, and Juanita saw that, despite
her condescending air, she was not
displeased.
Juanita, of course, knew nothing of
Jeb’s suspicions that had led him into
the laurel, but even without that in-;
formation, when Young Milt met them
more often than could be attributed
to chance on their walks and fell into
the habit of strolling back with them,
strong forebodings began to trouble
her.
And one morning these forebodings
were verified in crisis for, while the
youthful McBriar lounged near the
porch of Juanita’s cabin talking with
Dawn, another shadow fell across the
sunlight: the shadow of Jeb McNash.
He had come silently, and it was only
as Young Milt, whose back had been
turned, shifted his position, that the
two boys recognized each other.
Juanita saw the start with which
Jeb’s figure stiffened and grew taut.
She saw his hands clench themselves
and his face turn white as chalk; saw
his chest rise and fall under heavy
breathing that hissed through clenched
teeth, and her own heart pounded with
wild anxiety.
But Milt McBriar’s face showed
nothing. His father’s masklike calm-
ness of feature had come down to him,
and as he read the meaning of the
other boy’s attitude he merely nodded
and said casually: “Howdy, Jeb.”
Jeb did not answer. He could not
answer. He was training and punish-
ing every fiber cruelly simply in
standing where he was and keeping
his hands at his sides. For a time
he remained stiff and white, breathing
spasmodically: then, without a word. j
rules which are necessary in the house
would be suitable for a continuous
body like the senate. The debate in
the senate over the cloture proposition
will be enlightening- and interesting,
but we doubt that a body that is so
tenacious of tradition as the senate
will readily surrender the old custom
uncie boo raugnea. He naa mean
all the while to impart that succulent
bit of information, which was no infor-
mation at all, but mischief-making sus-
picion. He had held off only to infu-
riate and envenom the boy with the
cumulative force of climax.
“Hit warn’t nobody but—” After a
pause he went on, “but old Milt Mc-
Eriar’s own son, Young Milt.”
“Thet’s all,” said Jeb soberly; “I’m
obleeged ter ye.”
He went out with the sack on his
shoulders and the rifle under his arm,
but when he had reached a place in
the woods where a blind trail struck
back he deposited his sack carefully
under a ledge of overhanging rock, for
the clouds were mounting and banking
now in a threat of rain and it was not
his own meal, so he must be careful
of its safety.
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many cuanges. Near the original
cabin was springing up a new struc-
ture, larger than any other house in
that neighborhood, except, possibly,
the strongholds of the chiefs, and as
it grew and began to take form it im-
parted an air of ordered trimness to
the countryside about it. It was fash-
ioned in such style as should be in
keeping with its surroundings and not
give too emphatic a note of alien
strangeness.
Juanita wished that her cabin could
house more occupants, for the plague
had left many motherless families,
and many children might have come
into her fold. As it was, she had sev-
eral besides the McNashes as her su-
cleus, and while the weather held
good she was rushing her work of
timber-felling and building whicn the
winter would halt.
Another direct benefit which has ac-
crued to the United States as a result
of the difficulties of our friends in
Europe is in the expansion of the cot-
ton manufacturing industry. Germany
and Austria, who formerly supplied
quite a large part of the world’s pro-
duction of cotton goods have been en-
tirely cut off from the market; while
England and France, the next most
serious competitors in cotton goods
have had little opportunity to take ad-
vantage of the opening. It has been
left to the United States and Japan.
The most interesting feature of the cot-
ton statistics just issued by the depart-
ment of commerce is the enormous in-
crease in cotton manufacturing in the
South. During the past quarter cen-
tury, consumption in the cotton-growing
states has increased by nearly 500 per
cent, while in New England the in-
crease was only 46 per cent. During
the next decade the Southern cotton
industry may be expected to duplicate
or triplicate that increase.
J in which man plays the minor part;
I the real success, the lasting success,
comes in response to determined effort
over a road thickly strewn with ob-
stacles and discouragements. The his-
tory of every so-called self-made man
is that of the conquest of forces which
some other man has concluded were
not to be overcome. Probably the most
inspiring book that could be placed in
the hands of the young would be one
containing the biographies of a hun-
dred or more men who have written
their names among the builders of the
nation, not by reason of any wealththey
possessed or honors conferred, but be-
cause they possessed that determination
which made the task appear possible,
and they made it so.
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HOUSE HAS HAD CLOTURE.
Houston Post.
The house has long had clotures. The
majority can make its rules and enforce
them. It can limit debate, and at times
it jams through measures without prop-
er consideration. ■ It is this circum-
stance that justifies the rule of unlim-
ited debate in the senate, for a measure
can obtain consideration which it fre-
quently fails to get in the house. But
against this argument is the fact that
a majority of the house is almost cer-
tain to represent a majority of the peo-
ple. Not so in the senate. In that
body, the state of Nevada with 100,000
population, is just as powerful as New
York with nearly 10,000,000. Stated
differently, a majority group of sena-
tors is possible for a group of states (
containing but little more than a third
of the population of the country. It
does not follow, then, that a majority
of the senate always represents the
We hain’t such bad people, after all.”
After that she felt tht from the Mc-
Briars she had gained official sanction,
and her resentment against Anse Ha-
vey grew because of his scornful un-
graciousness. ;
The last weks of the summer were
weeks of drought and plague. Ordi-
narily, in the hills storms brew swiftly
and fr equgtly and spend themselves
in violent outpourings and cannonad-
ing of thunder, but that year the
clouds seemed to have dried up, and
down in the tablelands of the Blue
Grass the crops were burned to worth-'
less stalk and shrunken ear. Even up
here, in the birthplace of waters, the
corn was brown and sapless, so that
when a breeze strayed over the hill-]
side fields they sent up a thirsty, dying]
rasp of rattling whisper.
It was not only in the famished]
forests and seared fields that the hot]
breath of the plague breathed, carry-]
ing death in its fetid nostrils. Back in]
the cabins of the “branch-water folks,”:
where little snpines diminished and he.
came poiiutea, an those wno were not
strong enough to throw off the touch
of the specter’s finger sickened and
died, and typhoid went in and out of
Havey shack and McBriar cabin whis-
pering; “a pest on both your houses.”
The widow McNash had not been
herself since he death of Fletch. She
who had once been so strong over her
drudgery, sat day long on the doorstep
of her brother’s hovel and, in the lan-
guage of her people, “jest sickened an’
pined away.”
So, as Juanita Holland and Good
Anse Talbott rode sweating mules
about the hills, receiving calls for help
faster than they could answer them,
they were not astonished to hear that
the widow was among the stricken.
Though they fought for her life, she
refused to fight herself, and once
again the Eastern girl stood with
Dawn in the brier-choked “buryin’-
ground,” and once more across an open
grave she met the eyes of the man
who stood for the old order.
But now she had learned to set a
lock on her lips and hold her counsel.
So, when she met Anse and Jeb after-
ward, she asked without rancor: “May
I take little Jesse back with me, too?
He’s too young,” she added, with just
a heartsick trace of her old defiance,
“to be useful to you, Mr. Havey, and
I’d like to teach him what I can.”
Anse and Jeb conferred, and the
elder man came back and dded his
head. (
“Jesse can go back with ye,” he said.
“I’m still aimin’ to give ye all the rope
ye wants. When ye’ve had enough an’
quits, let me know, an’ I’ll take care of
Fletch’s children.”
And on her farm, as folks called
Juanita’s. Dlace. that Sentember sau
When the two girls had gone to-
gether into the cabin Dawn stood with
a face that blanched as she began to
realize what it all meant, then slowly
she stiffened and her hands, too,
clenched and her eyes kindled.
She came across to the chair into
which the older girl had dropped list-
lessly and, falling to her knees, seized
both Juanita’s hands. She seized them
tightly and fiercely, and her eyes were
blazing and her voice broke from her
lips in turgid vehemence.
“I hain’t a-goin’ ter leave ye!” cried
Dawn. “I hain’t a-goin’ ter do it.”
No word had been spoken of her
leaving, but in this life they both knew
that certain things bring certain re-
sults, and they were expecting a note
from Bad Anse.
“I hope not, dear,” said Juanita, but
without conviction.
Then the mountain girl sprang up
and became transformed. With her
rigid figure and blazing eyes she
seemed a torch burning with all the
pent-up heritage of her past.
“I tells ye I ain’t a-goin’ ter leave
ye!” she protested, and her utterance
swelled to fiery determination. “Es
fer Milt McBriar, I wouldn’t spit on
him. I hates him. I hates his mur-
derin’ breed. I hates ’em like—” she
paused a moment, then finished tu-
multuously “—like all hell. I reckon
I’m es good a Havey as Jeb. I hain’t
seen Jeb do nothin’ yit.”
Again she paused, panting with pas-
sionate rage, then swept on while Jua-
nita looked at her sudden metamor-,
phosis into a fury and shuddered.
“When I wasn’t nothin’ but a baby I
fetched victuals ter my kinfolks a
hidin’ out from revenuers. I passed
right through men thet war a-trailin’
’em. I’ve done served my kinfolks
afore, an’ I’d do hit ergin, but I reckon
I hain’t a-goin’ ter let ’em take me
away from ye.”
Juanita could think of only one step
to take, so she sent Jerry Everson for
Brother Talbott, whom she had seen
riding toward the shack hamlet in the
valley.
“Thar hain’t but one thing thet ye
kin do,” said Good Anse slowly when
he and Juanita sat alone over the prob-
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son. The sun sank in an angry bank
of thunder-heads and the west grew
lurid. The drenching downpour blind-
ed him and trickled down his spine un-
der his clothes, but at last he saw the
figure he awaited riding a horse he
knew. It was-the same roan mare that
Bad Anse had restored to Milt 'Mc-
Briar.
When young Milt rode slowly by,
fifty yards away, with his mount at a
walk and his reins hanging, he was
untroubled by any anxiety, because he
was in his own territory and was at
heart fearless. The older boy from
Tribulation felt his temples throb and
the rifle came slowly up and the one
eye which was not closed looke point-
blank across immovable sights and
along a steady barrel-into the placid
face of his intended victim.
He could see the white of Milt’s eye
and the ragged lock of hair under the
hat-brim which looked like a smudge
of soot across his brow. Then slowly
Jeb McNash shook his head. A spasm
of battle went through him and shook
him like a convulsion to the soles of
his feet. He nad ?but to crook his fin-
ger to appease his blood-lust—and
break,his pledge.
“I done give Anse my hand ter bide
my tlme ‘twell I war dead sartain,” he
told himself. “I hain’t quite dead sar-
tain,’ he told himself. “I hain’t quite
dead sartain yit. I reckon I’ve got ter
•wait a spell.”
He uncocked the rifle and the other
boy rode on, but young Jeb folded his
arms on the wet earth and buried his
face in them and sobbed and it was
an hour later that he stumbled to his
feet and went groggily back, drunk
with bitterness - and emotion, toward
the house of Anse Havey. Yet when
he arrived after nightfall his tongue
told nothing and his features told less.
$#*****
Juanita, living in the cabin she had
built with the girl who had become her
companiQn and satellite, making fre-
quent hard journeys to some house]
which the shadow of illness had in-]
vaded, found it hard to believe that!
this life had been hers only a few]
months. Suspense eemed to stretch]
weeks to years, and she awoke each]
new day braced to hear the news of]
some fresh outbreak, and wondered 1
why she did not.' A few neighborhood]
children were already learning their]
rudiments, and plans for more build-]
ings were going forward.
Sometimes Jeb came over from the!
brick house to see his sister, and on;
the boy’s face was always a dark cloud;
of settled resolve. If Juanita never]
questioned him on the topic that she!
knew was nearest his heart it was be-
cause she realized that to do so would!
be the surest way to estrange his'
friendship and confidence.
In one thing she had gained a point.’
She had bought as much property as'
she should need. Back somewhere be-
hind the veil of mysteries Anse Havey
had pressed a button or spoken a word,
and all the hindrance that had lain
across her path straightway evaporat-
ed. Men had come to her, with no]
further solicitation on her part, and’
now it seemed that many were animat-!
ed by a desire to turn an honest penny;
by the sale of land. In every convey-
ance that was drawn—deeds of ninety-:
nine-year lease instead of sale—she:
read a thrifty and careful knowledge
of land laws and reservation of min-
eral and timber rights which she]
traced to the head of the clan.
As summer spent itself there was
opportunity for felling timber, and the
little sawmill down in the valley sent’
up its drone and whine in proclama-'
tion that her trees were being turned
into squared timbers for her buildings.
Once, when Milt McBriar rode up to
the sawmill, he found the girl sitting
there, her hands clasped on her knees,
gazing dreamily across the sawdust
d
to carry on my work. Do you know of
any reason why I shouldn’t go ahead?”]
He gazed at her for a moment, quiz-
zically, then shook his head.
“Oh, pshaw!” he exclaimed, "I
wouldn’t let no sich talk es thet fret
me none. Folks round hyar hain’t got
much ter do except ter gossip ’round.
Nobody hain’t a-goin’ ter hinder ye.
Anse ter reason Wilh mm yen uev c.
promise that Young Milt hain’t a-goin’
ter hang round hyar.”
“I’d promise almost anything. I can’t
give them up—I can’t—I can’t!”
“Ef Anse didn’t perfect little Dawn
from the McBriars, Jeb would, ter a
God’s certainty, kill Young Milt,” went-:
on the preacher, and the girl noddedi
miserably.
“I don’t ’low ter blame ye none,” he
said slowly, almost apologetically, “but
I’ve got ter say hit. Hit’s a pity ye’ve
seen fit ter say so many bitter things
ter Anse. Mountain folks air mighty-
easy hurt in their ’pride, an’ no one
hain’t nuver dared ter cross him
fore."
“No,” she cried bitterly, “he will wel-
come the chance to humiliate and to
refuse my plea. He has been waiting
for this; to see me come to him a sup-
pliant on bended knee, and then to
laugh at me and turn me away.” She
paused and added brokenly: “And yet
I’ve got to go to him in surrender—to
be refused—but I’ll go.”
“Listen,” said the preacher, and his
words carried that soft quality of paci-
figation which she had once or twice
heard before. “Thar’s a heap worse
fellers than Bad Anse Havey. Ef ye
could jest hev seed yore way ter treat
him a leetle diff’rent—”
“How could I?” demanded Juanita
hotly. “How could I be friends with a
murderer and keep my self-respect?”
The brown-faced man looked up at
her and spoke simply.
"I’ve done kept mine,” he said.
The girl rose.
"Will you go with me?” she asked a
little weakly. “I don’t feel quite
strong enough to go over there alone.
While they are humbling me I would
like to have a friend at hand. I think
it would help a little.”
“I’m ready now,” and so, with the
man who had guided her on other mis-
sions, she set out to make what terms
she could with the enemy she had so
stubbornly defied.
It seemed an interminable journey,
though they took the short cut of the
foot-trail over the hills.
The house that had come down to
Anse Havey had been built almost a
century before. It was originally
placed in a section so large that else-
where it would have been a domain—a
tract held under the original Virginia
grant. Since those days much of it
had been parceled out as marriage por-
tions to younger generations.
Cabins that had once housed slaves,
barns, a smoke-house, an icehouse, and
a small hamlet of dependent shacks
clustered about a clearing which had
been put there rather to avoid surprise
than to give space for gardening. The
Havey of two generations ago had
been something of a hermit scholar,
and in his son had lurked a diminish-
ing craze for books and an increasing
passion for leadership.
The feud had blazed to its fiercest
heat in his day, and the father of Bad
Anse Havey had been the first Bad
Anse. His son had succeeded to the
title as a right of heritage, and had
b’een trained to wear it like a fighting
man. Though he might be a whelp of
the wolf breed, the boy was a strong
whelp and one in whom slept latent
possibilities and anomalous qualities,
for in him broke out afresh the love of
books.
It might have surprised his newspa-
per biographers to know how deeply
he had conned the few volumes on the
rotting shelves of the brick house, or
how deeply he had thought along some
lines. It might have amazed them had
they heard the fire and romance with
which he quoted the wise counsel of
the foolish Polonius. “Beware of en-
tering a quarrel, but being in, so bear
the that the opposer may beware
of thee.”
As to entering a quarrel, it sufficed
his logic that he had been born into it;
that he had “heired” his hatreds.
And because in these parts his fa-
ther had held almost dictatorial pow-
ers, it had pleased him to send his son,
just come to his majority, down to the
state capital as a member of the legis-
lature, and the son had gone to sit for
& while among lawmakers.
In other years Bad Anse Havey re-
membered the days in that house when
the voices of women and children had
been raised in song and laughter. Then
the family had gathered in the long
winter evenings before the roaring •
. backlogs, and spinning wheel and quilt-
ing frame had not yet gone to the cob-
webs of the cockloft. But that was
long ago.
The quarter-century over which his
memory traveled had brought changes
even to the hills. The impalpable
ghost of decay moves slowly, with no
sound save the occasional click of a
sagging door here and the snap of a
cord there, but in twenty-five years it /
moves—and an inbred generation
comes to impaired manhood. Since
Bad Anse himself had returned from
Frankfort his house had bn tenanted
only by men, and an atmosphere of
grimness hung in its shadows. A half-
dozen unkempt and loutish kinsmen
dwelt there with him, tilling the ground
and ready to bear arms. More than
once they had been needed.
It was to this place that Juanita Hol-
land and the preacher were making
their way on that October afternoon.
At the gate they encountered a soli-
tary figure gazing stolidly out to the
front, and when their coming roused
it out of its gloomy reverie it turned
and presented the scowling face of
Jeb MeNash
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