The Texas City Star (Texas City, Tex.), Vol. 3, No. 18, Ed. 1 Wednesday, February 24, 1915 Page: 3 of 4
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TEXAS CITY STAR, TUESDAY, FEBRUARY''24, 1915.
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No, Mr. Van-Der-Wurst isn’t in right yet
DOINGS OF THE VAN LOONS
Plant SomeShadeTrees?
YES! AND GET THEM OF
DUES BROS.
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By JUNE GAHAN.
“I’ll take yore handshake on thet
"Sally,” Wile McCager spoke, sooth-
bargain,” said the mountaineer, grave-
ly.
of finality, “ye’ve got ter go.”
By Charles Neville Buck
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Phone 55
Texas City
you is this.
SYNOPSIS,
Davis’ Bar
All kinds of the
best of drinkables
DRINK
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Galveston
Brewing Company
“I’m
, “I’m not scared,” she replied.
Sally goes to school.
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Barry drearily.
“Perhaps she didn t
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Depart
The two
“I was
"Tam’rack, Ye’ve Got to Go."
to speak for the absent chief, and she
The years had sobered the girl,
sion.
Tamarack cursed the whole Holmar
Texas City ferminal Co.
The militia captain in
rack Spicer.
“And, by the way, Sam-
LONG SUPPLY CO.
Many 1
Drennie, for a while.
killed, but for
Electrical and Plumbing Contractors
R. B. long, Mgr.
Phone 281
girl was prepared, as she was prepared
felt no enmity.
He was a man.
Malin Bldg.
6th St.
“Plum
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the clan’s verdict.
■ call of action,
gave
ted of many things, and
Ef this boy goes ter town
The officer held out his hand.
“But soon I
“SALLY.”
for
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pression. It was addressed in a femi-
1 nine hand, which he did not recognize.
till I have time to get word to him.
tell you, he’s got to have his say.”
Miss Willoughby that we only eat the 1
people we kill in Kentucky on certain
days of solemn observance and sacri-1
flee. I wanted to be agreeable to you, ’
1:50 p. m.
5 :30 p. m.
5:30 p. m.
at they was enemies o!
ley wasn’t in no good hu ■
Arrive
6:45 a. m.
7:45a.m.
9:45 a. m.
11:41 a. m.
1:45 p. m.
2:45 p. m.
3.45 p. m.
4:45 p. m.
6:45 p. m.
7:45 p. m.
10:45 p. m.
11:45 p. m.
The officer had meant what he said.
He marched his prisoner into Hixon
at the center of a hollow square, with
muskets at the ready. And yet, as the
boy passed into the courthouse yard,
with a soldier rubbing elbows on each
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North I. & G. N. No. 4
Galveston G. H. & H. No. 7
North G. H. & S. A. No. 174
North M. K. & T. No. 26
portrait,
goes to ’
his studi
to Sally.
for the contemptuous laughter which
followed.
“What did
“I seen tl
yours, an’ th
just as I left the studio.”
The mountaineer took the envelope
with a Hixon postmark, and for an
instant gazed at it with a puzzled ex-
me has done a lot of good.”
men shook hands
Barry laughed uncertainly.
but her beauty had increased, though
it was now a chastened type, which
gave her a strange and rather exalted
refinement of expression.
Wile McCager came to the mill door
tray
to t"
ride
the Souths, and he’s going to do it-
he wants to.”
Owl Restaurant
For Ladies and Gentlemen.
Everything Up-to-Date
Service That is Perfect
New Management
arrows where they could not i won’t never git into
p to stirrup each jockeyed 1 murdered.”
“The War’s On and My Hands Are
Freed!”
For First Class Barber Work
Texas City Barber Shop
HOT AND COLD BATHS
TRUSSELL BROS.
Texas City Terminal Co. Train
Schedule.
The Beer That’s Liquid
Food
om Sg-tLo fared r either feudist as she rode up and lifted the sack
, ’ ' " - .9 from her horse.
Aw eec+1 -Ae AmIpfAAIIRI nAAAT {rod
of you, if you won’t roar for the vis- i Lescott, who had just then arrived
itore?” [ from town.
“I’ve been roaring,” laughed the i son, here’s a letter that came for you
With Illustrations
from Photographs of Scenes
in the Play
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nor death, was courteously received, i
| He had brains, and he assured them |
Pure and Wholesome
Save money by buying Coupon
Books and Strips
Sold for
CASH ONLY
Artesian Ice and Cold
Storage Company
GRADE”
. . 5:30p.m.
The Company reserves the right to change
his achorluie witbout notice.
AN UP-TO-DATE FRUIT
STORE
Next To Star Office
Fair Prices—Courteous treatment.
Your Trade Will Be Appreciated
0. ALEXANDER
/I’M IM The seventh \
HEAVEN of HAPPINFSS.
i I KNoW that PARLiN
GRACE AND I WILL
SOOH BE. ~LIDINC DoWN
-THE CANALS OF VENICF
alkin‛ ’bout you.”
ley say?”
SHALL I TELL ,
THE MAN TO C0
AWAS AMD NOT
SCARE "SPOTS!E
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WHAT IS the
MATTER,
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ACTED that
LWN BEFORE^
“Who Serves You Best?”
The Gall of the
Cumberlands
JAMES B. DAVIS
Proprietor
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HONEY MOON. I WIL
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"They was
care for me. I hope you’ll forgive my
whining about it, but I wanted to talk
to some one, and what you’ve said to
him and denounces him as the
buster” who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER VI—Lescott tries
miller, she announced:
“I’m going to send for Samson.”
The statement was at first met with .
dead silence, then came a rumble At
, , Indignant dissent, but for that the |
For the soldiers they i . .
ition, and the man who (
forced into the lead
id I mout as well.”
ef I rides with ye es fur es .
painting.
paint her
Samson
To:
North
North
back, “but I know. All I want to tell
0 and no otherwise—so and no other-
wise hillmen desire their hills.’ ”
“And yet,” she said, and a trace of
c . ,, .. . : ingly, don t go gittin’ mad. Caleb
Tam rack, he added, in a voice 8, . , +00
, talks hasty. We knows ye used ter
.. be Samson’s gal, an’ we hain’t aimin’
ter hurt yore feelin’s. But Samson’s
At least, for a time. I’ve
aware of,” said
a L—
OUlET ALREADY
OH I KNOW.
YOV PONT LkE
THAT man,
DoYOU,PET
suade Samson to go to New York with
him and develop his talent. Sally, loyal
but heartbroken, furthers Lescott’s efforts.
The dance at Wile McCager’s threatens
trouble to Samson and Lescott.
my fluttered" folk and wild.’ I’m just I
Samson South followed her. She ;
saw him coming, and smiled. She was I
contrasting this Samson, loosely clad ‘South, Horton & Co., Development of
not strategy and tactics. The enemy
had such masters of intrigue as Purvy
and Judge Hollman.
Then a lean sorrel mare came jog-
ging into view, switching her fly-bitten
tail, and on the mare’s back, urging
him with a long, leafy switch, sat a
woman. Behind her sagged the two
loaded ends of a corn sack. She was
lithe and slim, and her violet eyes
were profoundly serious, and her. lips
were as Resolutely set as Joan of Arc’s
might have been, for Sally Miller had
they’d found out thet you’d done sho1
Purvy thet time, an’ he said”—the
brakeman paused to add emphasis tc
his conclusion—“thet the next time ye
come home, he ’lowed ter git ye piumb
shore.”
Tamarack scowled.
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come only ostensibly to have her corn
ground to meal. She had really come
I Old Spicer South, restored tc- an
ter' have company,” । echo of his former robustness by the i
militiamen might be
en guests. Next Wednesday evening
at seven—and you’re to be best man!”
Barry did not wince now. “I shall
not forget,” he said gravely as he
turned away.
Was Ned King his friend? Barry
asked himself this question over and
over as he made his way toward the
village Hotel.
Surely Ned had known that Barrs
Miles, the young salesman for a whole-
sale grocery firm in a neighboring
city, was in love with Della Adams,
and Della could have told Ned, if she
cared to listen to something especially
interesting when Barry paid his next
visit to Grasston.
Meanwhile, Ned King had hurried
toward the Adams house and told
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“Do you ever find yourself homesick, j
Samson, these days?”
The man answered with a short
laugh. Then his words came softly,
and not his own words, but those of
one more eloquent:
“ ‘Who hath desired the sea? Her ex-
cellent loneliness rather
Than the forecourts of kings, and her
uttermost pits than the streets
where men gather. . . .
His sea that his being fulfills?
co'te. He’ll be
circuit judge, through the sheriff,
It was careful, but perfect, writing,
such as one sees in a school copybook.
With an apology he tore the covering
and read the letter. Adrienne, glanc-
ing at his face, saw it suddenly pale
and grow as set and hard as marble.
Samson’s eyes wewe dwelling with
only partial comprehension on the
script. This is what he read:
“Dear Samson: The war is on again.
Tamarack Spicer killed Jim Asberry,
and the Hollmans have killed Tama-
rack. . Uncle Spicer is shot, but he
may get well. There is nobody to lead’
the Souths. I am trying to hold them
down until I hear from you. Don’t
“As man to man,” he said, “I pledge
and thrashes the conspirators.
CHAPTER XTI—Samson is advised by
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liiitiliinAlihi)
Coal and Timber.’ There are millions
in it.”
“Five years ago I should have met
you with a Winchester rifle,” laughed
the Kentuckian. “Now I shall not.”
“I’ll go with you, Horton, and make
a sketch or two,” volunteered George
an instinctive liking.
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in flannels, with the Samson she had j
first seen rising awkwardly to greet i
her in the studio.
“You should have stayed inside and
made yourself agreeable to the girls,”
Adrienne reproved him, as he came
up. “What’s the use of making a lion |
g
r
a bullet intended for his heart. All
this while the troops were helplessly
camped • at Hixon. They had power
and inclination to go out and get men,
but there was no man to get.
The Hollmans had used the soldiers
as far as they- wished; they had made
them pull the chestnuts out of the
fire and Tamarack Spicer out of his
counsel unavailable Wile McCager, by
common consent, assumed something
like the powers of a regent and took
upon himself the duties to which Sam-
son should have succeeded.
That a Hollman should have been
able to elude thespickets and penetrate
the heart of South territory to Spicer
South’s cabin was both astounding and
alarming. The war was on without
question now, and there must be coun-
cil. Wile McCager had sent out a sum-
mons for the family heads to meet
that afternoon at his mill. It was Sat-
urday—“mill day”—and in accordance
with ancient custom the lanes would
be more traveled than usual.
Those men who came by the wagon
road afforded no unusual spectacle,
for behind each saddle sagged a sack
of grain. Their fages bore no stamp
of unwonted excitement, but every
man balanced a rifle across his pom-
mel. None the less, their purpose was
grim, and their talk when they had
gathered was to the point.
Old McCager, himself sorely per-
plexed, voiced the sentiment that the
others had been too courteous to ex-
press. With Spicer South bed-ridden
and Samson a renegade, they had no
adequate leader. McCager was a solid
man of intrepid courage and honesty.
“I reckon we hain’t a-goin' ter wait,”
sneered Caleb, “fer a feller thet won’t
let hit be known whar he’s a-sojournin’
at. Ef ye air so shore of him, why
tion .his intended victim stole down,
guarding each step, until he was in
short and certain range, but, instead j
of being at the front, he came from
the back. He, also, lay flat on hie
who has learned to fly, to go back to
the nest where he was hatched.”
“But, Drennie,” he said, gently, “sup-
pose the young eagle is the only one
that knows how to fly—and suppose he
could teach the others? Don’t* you
see? ' I’ve only seen it myself for a
little while.”
“What is it that—that you see now?”
“I must go back, not to relapse, but
to come to be a constructive force. I
must carry some of the outside world
man. "I‛ve just been explaining to
her house on Long Island early, and
but grinding grist was his vocation the life there was full of the sort of
' asked for troops and troops came.
Their tents dotted the river bank be-
low the Bixon bridge. A detail un-
der a white flag went out after Tama- ।
TT , . would guarantee him personal protec-
g before the Hollman store 1 ...... . ..0., „
6 , , , tion, and, 11, it seemed necessary, a
, Asberry and several com- change of woula secure him
They greeted Tamarack at- trial in another circuit. For hours the
fably and he paused to talk , deliberated
Ridin over ter Misery?” inquired ,
Asberry. >
. “you haven’t gone back.”
got no use fer no traitors thet’s too al- j No » There was a note of self- . . y..1 ,
mighty damn busy doin’ fancy workj reprach in his voice. “But soon I gun is ready. 1 ove,
, ter stand by their kith an’ kin.” j shall go
turned in his saddle and talked back ! you my word that no one shall take 1 Thats a liel. said the girl, scorn-1 been linking a great deal lately about
Nursery next to Jewel The-
atre. Open every Tuesday.
Leave orders at Florist shop
next to nursery.
so sure,” he said, “that I even brought
the marriage license down with me.
It was sort of a comfort to have it,
you know. The firm has given me
a, raise in salary -and extended- my
territory to the northwest. And I
thought I could persuade her to marry
mo at once."
He took a folded paper out of his
pocket and tore it across. But before
he could complete its destruction
Delia’s slender form stood before him
and A er hands grasped the marriage
license.
‘Della!” he gasped, falling back a
step
The girl turned a blushing face to
the minister.
‘Mr. Fraser,’ she pleaded, “please
tell Him it is all a mistake—"
Ten minutes later Ned King came
whistling down th e path in search of
his fiancee. By the river’s brin, un-
। er the bending willows, he found her,,
standing with her hand in Barry's,•'
while Mr. Fraser pronounced a bless-!
ing on their marriage. !
For a moment Ned watched them.
Then silently, with ghastly face, he;
turned and disappeared.
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“Howdy, Sally?” he greeted.
“Tol’able, thank ye,” said Sally. “I’m
goin’ ter get off.”
As she entered the great half-lighted
room, where the mill stones creaked
on their cumbersome shafts, the hum
of discussion sank to silence. The
girl podded to the mountaineers gath- !
ered in conclave, then, turning to the
ing at the matinee.”— Omaha
Bee.
tribe, and his companion went on:
“Jim Asberry was thar. He ‘lowed
CHAPTER IV—Samson reproves Tama-
rack Spicer for telling- Sally that Jim
Hollman is on the trail with bloodhounds
hunting the man who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER V—The bloodhounds lose the
trail at Spicer South’s door. Lescott dis-
covers artistic ability in Samson. While
sketching with Lescott on the mountain.
Tamarack discovers Samson to a jeering
crowd' of mountaineers. Samson thrashes
tinue. Otherwise the “war was on.”
The Souths flung back this message:
“Come and git him.”
But Hollman and Purvy, hypocriti-
cally clamoring for the sanctity of the
law, made no effort to ome and “git
him.” They knew that Spicer South’s
house was now a fortress, prepared for
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vly, but, when they came Df.
done left the mountings. I reckon
ef he wanted ter come back, he’d
a-come afore now. Let him stay whar
he’s at.”
“Whar is he at?” demanded old Ca-
leb Wiley, in a truculent voice.
“That’s hi business,” Sally flashed
• ;
“I reckon if Samson was here,” she
said, dryly, “you all wouldn’t think it ,
was quite so funny.” s,
.. .. a..c., „u.. ... c.. ._______ . Old Caleb Wiley spat through his #
“Hit hain’t the co’te we’re skeered bristling beard, and his voice was a
fie quavering rumble. i the argumentative stole into her voice,
i “What we wants is a man. We hain’t
his teachers to turn to portrait
Drennie commissions him to F
For the young cap-
to Misery. I must take to them, be-
Don’t you make a move , cause I am one of them, gifts that
I j they would reject from other hands.”
him except by process of law. I’m not
working for the Hollmans or the Pur-
vys. I know their breed.”
For a space old South looked into
the soldier’s eyes and the soldier
looked back.
a rifle barked from the hillside, and he . .
fell, shot through the left shoulder by won’t yet tell us whar he is now?”
/‘That’s my business, too.” Sally’s
Della of the best man arrangement.
“Ned! You asked him, Barry, to
be your best man?” she faltered.
“Why not? He was willing. Said
I was a lucky chap to get you—and I
guess I am, confidently.
Della smiled strangely. “I’m going
to send you home now, Ned. If we
are to be married next Wednesday i
have a thousand things to do.”
Della watched him striding down
the village street, his stocky figure
covering the distance in absurdly long
steps. Why, she asked herself, had
she engaged herself to Ned King when
she loved another man?
Because the death of her uncle had
left her singularly alone in the world
and she had learned that Barry Miles
was engaged to a Drayton girl.
Della put on her jersey and went
out into October sunset. The way to
the river led along a narrow path
ankle deep in autumn leaves. She sat
down beneath a bending willow.
Two men were sitting on a great flat
stone. One of them was young, and
the dark head was buried in his hands.
He was listening to the words of the
stern-faced rector of the church.
‘I'm sorry, Barry,” Mr. Fraser was
saying in his deep voice. “I’ve known
Della all her life, and if she said she
would wait for you—that she would
listen to your story—there must be
some mistake—some misunderstand-
ing. Have you an enemy?”
stronghold. They now refused to
swear out additional warrants.
A detail had rushed into Hollman’s
store an instant after the shot which
killed Tamarack was fired. Except for
a woman buying a card of buttons and
a fair-haired clerk waiting on her, they
found the building empty.
Back beyond, the hills were impene-
trable, and answered no questions.
Old Spicer South would ten years
ago have put a bandage on his wound
and gone about his business, but now'
he tossed under his patchwork quilt, !
and Brother Spencer expressed grave |
doubts'for his recovery. With his I
Depart
6:05 a. m.
6:50 a. m.
8:30 a. m.
10:50 a. m.
12:50 p. m.
1:50 p. m.
2:50 p. m.
3:50 p. m.
5:30 p. m.
6:50 p. m.
9:50 p. m.
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CHAPTER XI—Farbish brings Norton I Tamarack Spicer would surrender and
and Samson together at the Kenmore I . .... , . - . ..
club’s shooting lodge, and forces an open stand trial in a court dominated D-
the Hollmans the truce would con-
beginning to understand my relation
Sam. to them, and my ty."
c , . . "411 “Your duty is no more to go back
Samsons got the right to lead! , 1.2 „ .
i there,and throw away your life,” she
ef : found herself instantly contending,
“than it is the duty of the young eagle,
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tain they felt
CHAPTER I—On Misery creek, at the
foot of a rock from which he has fallen,
Sally Miller finds George Lescott, a land-
scape painter, unconscious, and after re-
viving him, goes for assistance.
CHAPTER II—Samson South and Sally,
taking Lescott to Samson’s home, are met
by Spicer South, head of the family, who
tells them that Jesse Purvy has been shot,
and that Samson is suspected of the
crime. Samson denies it.
CHAPTER III—The shooting of Jesse
Purvy breaks the truce in the Hollman-
South feud.
This time they had the knew that she would be met with deri-
color of the law on their side. The - — .......•
As he reflected on these matters a
(fellow-trainman came along the top
of the car and sat down at Tamarack’s
side. This brakeman had also been
recruited from the mountains, though
from another section—over toward the
Virginia line.
“So yer quittin’?” observed the new-
comer.
Spicer nodded.
“Goin’ back thar on Misery?”
Again Tamarack answered with a
jerk of his head.
“I’ve been layin’ off ter tell ye some
chin’, Tam’rack.”
“Cut her loose.” (
“I laid over in Hixon last week, an'
some fellers that used ter know my
mother’s folks took me down in the
.cellar of Hollman’s store, an’ give ms
l some licker.”
! “What of hit?”
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From the house came the strains of
an alluring waltz. For a little time
they listened without speech, then the
girl said very gravely:
“You won’t—you won’t still feel
bound to kill your enemies, will you,
Samson?”
The man’s face hardened.
“I believe I’d rather not talk about
that. I shall have to win back the
confidence I have lost. I shall have to
take a place at the head of my clan
by proving myself a man—and a man
by their own standards. It is only
at their head that I can lead them.
If the lives of a few assassins have to
be forfeited I shan’t hesitate at that.
I shall stake my own against them
fairly. The end is worth it.”
The girl breathed deeply, then she
heard Samson’s voice again:
“Drennie, I want you to understand
that if I succeed it is your success.
You took me raw and unfashioned, and
you have made me. There is no way
of thanking you.”
“There is a way,” she contradicted.
“You can thank me by feeling just
that way about it.”
“Then I do thank you.”
The next afternoon Adrienne and
Samson were sitting with a gayly chat-
tering group at the side lines of the
tennis courts.
“When you go back to the moun-
tains, Samson,” Wilfred was suggest-
ing, “we might form a partnership.
EVEH I---
Mss GRA- - t( MEMO
( MRS, BIMPKINS •%
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CHAPTER VIII—Ia New York Samson
studies art and learns much of city ways.
Drennie Lescott persuades Wilfred Hor-
ton, her dilettante lover, to do a man’s
work in the world.
CHAPTER IX—Prompted by her love,
Sally teaches herself to write. Horton
throws himself into the business world
and becomes well hated by predatory
financiers and politicians. At a Bohemian
resort Samson meets William Farbish,
sporty social parasite, and Horton’s ene-
my.
CHAPTER X—Farbish sees Samson and
. Drennie dining together ukrchaperoned at
the Wigwam roadhouse. He conspires
■with others to make Horton jealous and
succeeds.
“Does your wife object to late
dinners ?’
“Depends on whether it is due
come if you don’t want to—but the , c . 1 1 ,
to my meeting a friend or her be-
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nothin’ good about ye. I had ter cuss thither was picketed. Also, they knew
ye out, or git in trouble myself.” ! a better Way:
stomach and raised the already cocked
pistol. He steadied it in a two-handed
grip against a tree trunk and trained
it with deliberate gare on a point to
the left of the other man’s spine just
below the shoulder blades.
Then he pulled the trigger! He did
not go down to inspect his work. It
was not necessary. The instantaneous
fashion with which the head- of the
ambuscader settled forward on its
face told,him all he wanted to .know.
He slipped back to his horse, mounted
and rode fast to the house of Spicer
South, demanding asylumh.
The next day came word that' if
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voice was resolute. “I’ve got a letter
here—it’ll take two days to get to
Samson. It’ll take him two or three
days more to get here. You’ve got to
wait a week."
“Sally,” the' temporary chieftain
spoke still in a patient, humoring sort
of voice, as to a tempestuous child,
“thar hain’t no place ter mail a letter
nigher then Hixon. No South can’t
ride inter Hixon, an’ ride out again.
The mail carrier won’t be down this
way fer two days yit.”
“I’m not askin’ any South to ride
into Hixon. I recollect another time
when Samson was the only one that
would do that,” she answered, still
scornfully. “I didn’t come here to ask
favors. I come to give orders—for j
him. A train leaves soon in the morn-
ing. My letter’s goin’ on that train.”
“Who’s goin’ ter take hit ter town
fer ye?”
“I’m goin’ to take it for myself.”
Her reply was, given as a matter of
course.
“That wouldn’t hardly be safe, Sal-
ly,” the miller demurred; “this hain’t
no time fer a gal ter be galavantin’
around by herself in the night time.
Hit’s a-comin up ter storm, an’ ye’ve
got thirty miles ter ride, an’ thirty-five
back ter yore house.” ’
Paris to study. Drennie finds in i
io pictured evidence Of his loyalty
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side, a cleanly aimed hot sounded (
from somewhere. The smokeless pow- '
der told no tale, and .with blue shirts
and army hats circling him. Tamarack
fell and died.
That afternoon one of Hollman’s
henchmen was found lying in the road
with his lifeless face in the water of *
the creek. The next day, as old Spicer
South stood at the door of his cabin,
that he acted under orders which '
“Much obleeged," he replied. f could not be disobeyed. Unless they j
A• , . .. ' surrendered the prisoner, gatling guns
At Hixon Tamarack Spicer slrohe would follow. I > necessary they would
along the street toward the court- be dragged behind ox teams.
house. He wished to be seen. So long
as it was broad daylight and he dis- each of them the state had another,
played no hostily, he.knew he was Spicer would surrender, the officer
safe—and he had plans. • - ■
St
goin’ an’ I’m warnin’ you now, if you
do anything that Samson don’t like,
you’ll have to answer to him, when he
comes.” She turned, walking very
erect and dauntless to her sorrel mare,
and disappeared at a gallop.
“I reckon,” said Wile McCager,
breaking silence at last, “hit don’t
make no great dif’rence. He won’t
hardly come, nohow.” Then, he added:
“But thet boy is smart.”
*****/*-*
Samson’s return from Europe, after
a year’s study, was in the nature of
a moderate triumph. With the art
sponsorship of George Lescott and the
social sponsorship of Adrienne, he
found that orders for portraits, from
those who could pay munificently,
seemed to seek him. He was tasting
the novelty of being lionized.
That summer Mrs. Lescott opened
| over his shoulder, with wary, though
i seemingly careless, eyes. Each knew
I the other was bent on his murder.
At Purvy’s gate Asberry waved fare-
well and turned in, Tamarack rode
on, but shortly he hitched his horse
in the concealment of a'hollow, walled
with huge rocks, and disappeared into
the laurel.
He began climbing, in , a crouched
position, bringing each foot down
noiselessly and pausing often to listen.
Jim Asberry had not been outwardly
armed when he left Spicer. But, soon,
the brakeman’s delicately attuned ears
caught -a sound that made him lie flat
in the lee of a great log, where he was
masked in clumps of flowering rho-
dodendron. Presently Asberry passed
him? also walking cautiously, but hur-
riedly, and cradling a Winchester rifle
in the hollow of hi arm. Then Tama-
rack knew that Asberry was taking
this cut to head him off and waylay
him in the gorge a mile away by road
but a short distance only over the hill.
Spicer held his heavy revolver cocked
in his hand, but it was too near the
’Purvy house to risk a shot. He waited
a moment, and then, rising, went on
noiselessly wish a snarling grin, stalk-
ing the man who was stalking him.
Asberry found a place at the foot
of a huge pine where the undergrowth
would cloak him. Twenty yards below
ran the creek-bed road,.returning from
its long horseshoe deviation. When
he had taken his position his faded
butternut clothing matched the earth
as inconspicuously as a quail matches
dead leaves,, and he settled himself to
wait. Slowly and with infinite cau-
gayety that comes to pleasant places
when young men in flannels and girls
in soft summery gowns and tanned
cheeks are playing wholesomely and j
singing tunefully and making love— ,
not too seriously.
Samson, tremendously busy these 1
days in a new studio of his own, had
run over for a week. Horton was, of '
course, of the party, and George Les-
cott was doing the honors as host.
One evening Adrienne/left the danc-
ers for the pergola, where she took
refuge under a mass of honeysuckle.
Direct connections made «at Interurban
Junction with Interurban cars leaving Gal-
veston at 6, 7, 9, and 11 a. m. 1, 2, 3, 4,
6, 7, 10 and 11 p. m.; and cars leaving
Houston at €, 8, 10 and 12 a. m., 1, 2, 3, 5,
6, 9 and 10 p. m.
Direct connection made at Texas City
Junction with Trains to Galveston and al
points north as follows:
(Copyright, 1914, by the McClure Newspa-
per Syndicate.,
“Going to be married?” echoed
Barry Miles.
Ned King nodded triumphantly.
“Sure as fate,” he smiled. “I’ll hold
you to your old promise, Barry; you’ll
be my best man?”
Barry thrust out a friendly hand.
“Of course, you can count on me, old
man? Congratulations—and who is
the girl?”
Ned reddened, but his eyes were
bold.
‘Deila Adams,” he said carelessly.
Barry whitened and all the light
died out of his face. “Della Adams?”
he repeated in a curious tone. “You
are to be congratulated indeed, Ned!”
“Thanks Barry. Remember, it’s to
| be a very quiet affair—perhaps a doz-
) “Not that I am
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rupture, expecting Samson to kill Horton
and so rid the political and financial thugs
of the crus;-der. Samson exposes the plot
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