| Cumberlands | By Charles Neville Buck With Illustrations from Photographs of Scenes in the Play i oy tors, by W. J. Want & Co SYNOPSIS (Copyright, Sally Mille indscaps painte: Spicer South, head of the fa tells Bamson South and Sally Purvy has been shot and th uspected les it Ti the feud Samson re for telling Sally hunting with shot Purvy trail at Spices covers artisti sketching Tamarack crowd of on him and buster’ wi On Misery ereel George conscious ig jesse f.escott, s0n is der hregks w narac that Jim wihaunds bloodho South's door ibility in Bamson with [escott on the mol discovers Samson to intaineers. Samson COs oO 81 persuade Hams mn to go to 2 him and deve but heartbroken forts At Wile tells » South leave lop CHAPTER Vii—Continued. lr on a after that to Samson's insist- Lescott stayed imply in deference ence. To leave at once might savor of flight under fire, but when the was vut the painter turned his head toward town, and his train swept him back the Bluegrass East. : A quiet of routine settled condsct of the South off, and acknowledging the justice Tamarack Spicer’'s jail sentence, been their answer of the Hollm nto and out of Hixon. established. When Tamarack left the country a railroad brakeman, passed the word that until further lence, The word had Samson, was going away, and, this were true, felt that ture would be secure past. despite the exoneration of the bounds. Lescott had sent a box of books, and Samson had taken a team Hixon, and brought them back He devoured them- all from title page to finls line, and many them he went back to, and digested again He wrestled long and gently his uncle, struggling to win the man's consent to his departure Spicer South's brain was no plastic. What had been good for the past was good enough future. Nevertheless, he arr fairs so that nephew able to meet financal need where he chose in a a South, November raw THe week to and unbroken and deadly down on Misery. to the declaration The truce was Jesse his men crders, desist from t00, Jegge more ov er of witn old But longer enocugl for the anged af should be g, and to go fashion befitting hi HAS came in bleakly, and devastating breath of fat from horizon to days cold rains And, came the 4d ay died hor smile zon, and lashed the end of the mont! Samson had At threshold, "with bags over his left forearm in his hand, h Hi at his elbow boy hand. “Good-by, Unc’ Spicer was all said. The old man, who had been second father, shook hands too, was expressionless, but he that he was saying fareweHl to a dier of genius who wae abandoning the fleld. And he loved the boy with all the centered power of an {(solated heart. A half-mile along the halted and dismounted. in a small cove, surrounded by a tangle >f triers and blackberry bushes, stood a small and dilapidated "meeting house” and churchyard, which he must visit. He made his way through the rougn undergrowth to the unkempt half-acre, and halted before the leaning head: stones which marked two graves, Witn a sudden emotion, he swept the back of his hand across his eyes. He did not remove his hat, but he stood in the drizzle of cold rain for a moment of silence, and then he sald “Pap, 1 bain’t fergot. I don't ye ter think thet I've fergot.” Before he arrived at the Widow Mil. ler's, the rain had stopped and the clouds had broken. Sally opened the door, and smiled. ' She had spent the day nerving herself ‘for this farewell, and at least until the moment of leavetaking she would be safe from tears. The Widow Mil ter and her son soon left them alone, and the boy and girl sat before the blazing logs. For a time, an awkward silence fell between them. At last, the boy rose, and went over to the corner where he had placed his gun. He took it up and laid it on the hearth between them. “Sally,” he sald, “1 wants ter tell yo some things thet 1 hain't never said ter nobody else. In the fust place, | wants ye ter keep this hyar gun fer me.” The girl's prise. “Hain't ye a-goin’ ter take hit with ye, Samson?” « “He shook his head, *1 hain't a-goin’ ter need hit down helow Nobody don't ure ‘ein down for beat and toward th which jepart: ire saddle and the r 8 uncle stoo put forests get for his the the @¢ paused and the out he His face, sol- road, Samson There, want eyes widened with sur thar. I've got my pistol, an' I reckon thet will be enough.” | “I'll : take good keer of hit” she | The took out of his pockets a and a small package | rag. Sally, an’ hit's cleaned | Hit's ready fer use” nodded in silent assent, began speaking in a slow, careful voice, which gradually mount- | boy tied in a gre: “Hit's loaded, sy Again, “Sally, pap's. hit ter | do ith thet thar gun was my When he lay a-dyvin’, he gave he gave me a job ter it When 1 was a little feller, I used ‘most all day, polishin’ thet gun gittin' hit ready. 1 used ter go out in the woods, an’ practice shoot- in’ hit at things, tell 1 learned how ter I reckon thar halin't many | fellers round here thet kin beat me now.” He paused, and the girl hastened | to corroborate. ‘Thar hain’t none, Samson." “There haiu't nothin’ in the world, Sally, thet | prizes like 1 does thet gun Hit's got a job ter do Thur hain’t but one person in the world I'd trust hit with. Thet's you. . . . 1 wants ye ter keep hit fer me, keep hit ready. They thinks round hyar I'm quittin’, but I hain’t I'm comin’ back, an’, when 1 comes, I'll need this hyar thing-—an' I'll need hit bad.” He took up the rifle, and ran his caressingly along kX and Ww an an’ ter i don't he iid know when I'm a-comin’,” “but, when I calls fe a-goin’ ter ter be ready me : May nol on't know Maybe, 1 won't Know, “a But, stles out thar a whippoorwill, slowly, I'm shore need hit qui wants hit night ier I'm want whea be, yod like ‘ frat oh 1 $ ' Ye ter siip oul an foich bent { His int- ight rward es were gi stopped, and i his ey with and Sam: and taking the v “ef 1 nrpose His lips set fanatical on,” sais the girl out alive Promise hain’t thet m added ef 1 be standin Pi grease nik. alive corner keep hit loaded, an’ when ye ¢2 I'l fotch hit out thar to ye. The youth nodded any t time, but 1 come a-fightin' » Next, “This here is ter he explain out and read back ‘ ien 2 ced envel pe letter ve i he produ a ne writ nyself,” drew the Samson, handed the there Mr. Lescott Ef sheet, come The! of missive to the girl is addressed ter me, in care anything hap needs me “When | Whistles Like a Whippoor | will, Fetch Me That Gun." wants ver ter mail thet ter me quick. He says as how he won't never call me back, but, Sally, I wants thet you shall send fer me, ef they needs me. | hain’t a-goin’ ter write no letters home. | ine’ Spicer can’t read, an’ you can't read much either, But I'll plumb shore | be thinkin’ about ye day an’ night.” She gulped and nodded, “Yes, Samson,” was all she said, The boy rose. “I reckon 1'd better be gettin’ along,” | he announced. i The girl suddenly reached out both | hands, and seized his coat. She held | him tight, and rose, facing him. Her | upturned face grew very pallid, and | her eyes widened. They were dry, and | her lips were tightly closed, but, through the tearless pupils, in the fre. | light, the boy could read her soul, and | her soul was sobbing. He drew her toward him, and held her very tight. “Sally,” he sald, in a volce which threatened to choke, “I wants ye ter take keer of yeaclf, hain't like these other gale round here. Ye bain’t got big hands an’ feet. Ye kaln't stand es much es they kin. Don't stay out in the night alr too much—an’, Sally fer God's sake take keer of yeself!” fle broke off, andspicked up his hat. “An” that gun, Sally.” he repeated at the door “that there's the meat pre- cious thing I've got. 1 loves hit better then anything-—take keer of hit.” Again, she caught at his shoulders. “Does ye love hit better'n ye do me, Samson?’ she demanded. He hesitated. “1 reckon ye knows how loves ve, Sally,” he sald, slowly, made a promise, an’ ter keep hit fer me.” together out to the stile, carrying his rifle, let it go, and : to the road he untied his reins, she arms about his neck, and for a long while they stood there under the clouds and stars, There was much 1 done They he still to went as she As her no eloquence of leave-tak these two hearts were inarticulate and dizzy clinging a wilde code of sell-repression-——and they point where swept them both a to ness had reached have a speech way vn CHAPTER Vii | 1 3 Misery to wy from rode slow vard Hixon gled out and made the shadows black along Way At other t like riding in a huge caldron of When he into that country at heart he raised his voice in ry bad, and the times | pitch Of passed stretch whose Jesse song. His the its pur suspici front « its heavy his coming dwelt pose on of “Thoug bakis that and night-ri this 1 spot might Be misconstrued absence of frank warning shut black migns Mr The correctness of brought smile to !} crossed ths orchard i a stable doo behind He again——and watched, but back or pause £ i and acs fly ws tes } SOL: Was Og 3 lowed } not look isten for {ted escort On the soft hard h his ear ard walk til five o'c} in the morn had he bent He rode i not at a leave un ing was tin It was idged the sry stable CARrrving At blazing headlight depressing as he pireets from station arm the radlroad ver his d the whistle and the his saddlebags « last he hea: saw and a minute er his into the smok dropped his saddlebags for the cognized his to have Sam ngton, and point defi Aaron He did miles who 100k face iat he hi: p red wa) beside him. Then he saw Parvy lowed as and meant far as Lex! from 1 Asberry and chosen spies Hollis were the Of sneak to the two ene seats across the car, but his hardened, and his brows nha ame 1 black scowl Jim Asber 1} is et no MES (ar body else b ne car to which he leaving Lexington felt upon assigned afte WAS almost empty, but he him the terested gaze of those few eves that award hi nes HM toward his entrance. Hie with a pair iropping un had sta; aightened at Y ot ng of uncon the his sensi ateady and un omehow each lip that ted am 1 fwinkie ered to and twist usement st: that ro second the $e glance at all his spec SAMSON was 1 Was a scarecrow made him dining car, beating down inquisitive with his defiant gaze He resolved after some thought upon a definite pol It was a very old but to him new-—and a discovery change nothing himself volved a surrender of code But, Os seem! to fact and waking ive pride the busy where he was fey policy, in that In or convic he would concede tom it was late In the second afternoon when he stepped from the train at Jer City, to be engulfed in an Here fupossible to hold his unconcealed laughter of and he stood for an instant three currents of humanity and flowed toward the three ferry exits. Then he saw the smiling face of Lescott, and Lescotl's extended hand. furcoated, seemed almost a stranger, and the boy's feeling of intimacy froze inward constraint and dJdiffidence. lLescott knew nothicg of that mask- But “So you came.” sald the New Yorker, | heartily, grasping the boy's hand. “Where's your luggage? We'll just pick that up and make a dash for the ferry.” “Hyar hit is,” replied Samson, who still carried his saddiebags. The painter's eves twinkled, but the mirth | was 80 frank and friendly that the | boy, instead of glaring in deflance, grinned responsively. “Right, oh!” laughed Lescott. “I thought maybe you'd bring a trunk, but it’s the wise man who travels light.” He followed Lescott out to the foot of Twenty-third street, and stepped with him into the tonneau of the painter's waiting car. Lesaptt lived with his family uptown, for it hap pened that, had his canvases pos sessed no value whatever, he would still have been in a position to drive his motor and follow his impulses about the world, If he did not take the kw to his home, it was because he understood that a life which must be not only full of early ment, but positively revolutionary, | should be approached by Consequently the car turned Fifth avenue, passed under arch and drew up before a door just off Washington square, where the land scape painter had a studio suit. There | were rooms and such acces down the sleeping | sories as luxury place the his regarded annex to though Lescott as a makeshift | home establishment “You'd bet lecting 3 ter take vour time In se permanent quarters,” his careless fashion of explaining to Sam- as well to hurry here as ong was 800 t's just not i You are to stay as vou will “I'm with me, the open-doored only was obleeged ter ve” replied { boy, to whose training | hospitall ity the invitation seemed | natural The Drow I in from a neighboring and the two men dined fire, Samson eating lence, while asked questions Samson,’ when the dinner i ried out and they | hera i painting; evening meal hotel, hefore an mountain si and in { his host chatted suggested the painte been You Car are to study and equip things had alone, First, were Or Iwo purposes second, to edue or coming ¢ going to take ate vourself f onditions it's more work, then gome more wor iI hain gREKeered of wWNr Also believe that me advis red in Opes “t The boy ga demanded looked ABCot! might been a girl-—-and Now she flagshe Very smile, and walling disappointed tionate hirer fi + RO 10 bed {io0 d tink wasn't rege stood looking led the ice In brought flebags ve lat ighed of laughter [.escot Now, # assur tual) Horton,” Whe; what know, the risibies control of and a oot shirt-fronta-—mayt ook Mean much fond all of you to letting faugh at my sbarbariar » » » w * . Gyersensitiszg 5 deeper il ie than your vou have a 100 tiine of You . Several months were spent labor charcoal and paper ov pl casta in Lescott's studio, and l.escott hip gelf played instructor. When the light darkened the coming of evening. the boy whose mountain na cried for went for trampa that him over { many miles of city pavements, after that, when the gas was lit, he turned, till insatiably hungry, to volumes of history. and algebra, and ng with aster with out exercise carried i ture | long | facts - - * - - - - A sloop rigged boat two was dancing before a brisk breeze through blue Bermuda water. Off to the right Hamilton rose sheer and colorful from the bay. At sat the whiteclad figure of Adrienne l.escott, the tautly bellving sheets lashed her dark hair about her face. Her lips, vividly red like poppy petals, were just now curved into an amused smile, which made them even more than or. dinarily kissable and tantalizing companion was neglecting his nominal duty of tending the sheet to her. “Wilfred,” she teased, “your con trast is quite startiing-—and, in a way, effective. solutely ‘the blackest black that our eyes endure.’ injured voice, “I'm sure I've been very nice to you.” assured her, and proceeded to show | what superlatives of saturnine expres. | sion he held In regerve. "See here, | Drennie, | know perfectly well that I'm a sheer imbecile to reveal the fact that you've made me mad. It pleases you too perfectly. It makes you hap pler than is good for you, but—" “It's a terrible thing to make me happy, isn’t it?" she inquired, sweetly. we were children. 1 believe | first an- nounced my inteutiot) of marrying you | i when you were twelve, That intention remains unaltered. More: It is unal and inevitable My reasons for wanting to needn't be rehearsed It would take too long. 1 regard as possessed of an alert and remark mind-—one worthy of companion ship with my own.” Despite the friv olous badinage of his words and emile of his lips, his eves an underlying Intensity desire to flatter or you, your personal aspect pleasing enough to satisfy me. And then a man should avoid emotionalism, | am in love with He to nn place in sterngheets, face became dropped you hinted at “With no I find spoil you. mov the and his He lay dear, you!’ A Mo- im her intensely earnest hand the tiller shaft his over hers as it God knows, much I after holding his for the hand own on he exclaimed, "how love Her aves, ment, fell pr head, not in to which stiil isoned her She shook but with a ntil he re back anger denial, u gers and of gentle leased stepped » a dear, Wilfred,” she con forted and ouldn’t mz on get inege to a not riageable least, not Why asked in the first place ! he listed for the i men fortunes the would put you in Hoge whose are n the top schedule swollen tunes. Sc CIAIBLE Answer for an wind, flecks ETIOUSHIERS = > “You Are a Dear, Wilfred?” es, he the up ight dap! 8 of her e; Knew eant to speak veiled Own jot things nd sisters hoidings in a handle "ne 2 ed property you 3 I sign th lawvers call me OIh« in the e neces iowntown.” director Metropol« wr EN lidated Seacoast #0 your ders of the With also gharehol trol who are assume friends you could Morning con couldn't vou?” | guess | could assume control id I do with it™ know the reputation of tha but what wou Do you newspaper? I guess it's all right. It's conserva and I read it every mom ing when I'm in town nicely betweed the grapefruit bacon and eggs.” “It is, also, powerful” and is sald to to corporate interests.” Drennie, you talk like an anarchist You are rich yourself, you know.” “And against each concerns various charges have been made.” “Well, what do want me to do?” “It's not what | want you to she informed me; “it's to zee you want to do.” “Name it! I'll want to do it with.” “I think when you are one of a hand. ful of the richest men in New York: when, for instance, you could dictate the policy of a great newspaper, yet tive newsy and the do,” forth- your grapefruit, you are a shirker and a drone, and are not playing the game.” Her hand tightened on the tiller. “1 think if 1 were a man riding on to the polo field I'd either try like the devil to drive the ball down be colors. | wouldn't hover in a ladylike futility around the edge of the scrimmage.” She kuew that to Horton, who | played polo like a fiend incarnate, the figure would be effective, and she whipped opt her words with something very close Yo scorn. “There's” my hand on it, Drennie” he said. “We start back to New York tomorrow, don't we? Well, when ! get there | put on overalls and go to When | propose next I"! have something to show.” (TO BE CONTINUED) AAAS RHA ANN ATTORNEYS. D, * roavsmy AFTORNEY-APLAY PRLLAYENTR MG hee Dowth of Overt Rouen ¥. 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