The Call of the Cumberlands | By Charles Neville Buck With Illustrations from Photographs of Scenes in the Play 4 (Copyright, 1913, by W. J. Wan & Go) SYNOPSIS. On Misery creek Sally Miller finds George Lescol, a landscape painter, un- conscious. Jesse Purvy of the Hollman clan has been shot and Samson is sus- pécted of the crime. Samson denies It The shooting breaks the truce in the Hollman-South feud, Jim Hollman hunts with bloodbounds the man who shot Pur- vy. The bloodhounds lose the trail at Spicer Bouth's door, Lescott discovers artistic ability in Samson. While sketch- ing with Lescott on the mountain, Tama- rack discovers Samson to a jeering crowd of mountaineers, Samson thrashes him and denounces him as the “‘truce-bus- ter” who shot Purvy. At Wile Mec- Chger's dance Samson tells the South clan that he Is going to leave the mbuntains. Lescott goes home to New York. Samson bids Spicer and Sally farewell and follows. In New York Sam- son studies art and learns much of city ways. Drennle Lescott persuades Wil- fred Horton, her dilettante lover, to do a man's work in the world. CHAPTER IX. Christmas came to Misery wrapped | in a drab mantle desolation. At the cabin of the Widow Miller Sally of was sitting alone before the logs. She | laid down the slate and spelling book, over which her forehead had strenuously puckered, and gazed some- | what mournfully into the blaze. Sally! had a secret. It was a secret which she | based on a faint hope. If Samson | should come back to Misery he would | come back full of new notions. No| man had ever yet returned from that outside world unaltered. No man ever | would. A terrible premonition said he | would not come at all, but, if he did- if he did—she must know how to read and write. Maybe, when she had | learned a little more, g0 to school for a term or two. The cramped and distorted chirog- raphy on the slate was discouraging. | it was all proving very hard work. The | girl gazed for a time at something she | saw in the embers, and then a faint | smile came letter. It should be well written, and | every “hain’'t” should be an “isn't.” - ° . * ® » * The normal human mind ervoir which fills at a rate of speed | regulated by the number and caliber of its feed pipes. Samson's mind had iong been almost empty, and now from | #0 many sources the waters of things were rushing in upon it under their pressure it must fill fast, or give away. He was saved from hb plications of thought which was willl out too much effort to analyze boy from Misery was presently bizarre to the eye than many of the | unkempt bohemia of the studios, men who garrulously over the end and Art, which they with tal A—and, for part, nothing of. He by a sanity quarreled spelled the most retained, knew that passed for solemnity of visage construed into surly egotism, He still wore hair though his conversation taciturnity, that was and, | his long vulgarism, enough of the mountaineer savor of the crudely picturesque Meanwhile he drew and read studied and walked, and every day's advancement was a forced march Lescott, tremendously interested in his experiment, began to fear that the boy's too great somberness of dispo- gition would defeat the very earnest. ness from which ‘it sprang. So one worning the landscape-maker called on a friend whom he rightly believed to be the wisest man, and the great. est humorist in New York. “lI want your help,” sald Lescott. “1 want you to meet a friend of mine and take him under your wing in a fashion. He needs you." The stout man's face clouded. A few years ago he had been peddling his manuscripts with the heart-sickness of unsuccessful middle age. Today men coupled his name with those of Kip ling and De Maupassant. One of his antipathies was meeting people who pought to lionize him. Lescott read the expression, and, before his host had time to object, swept into his re. cital At the end he summarized: “The artist is much like the setter pup. If it's in him, It's as instinctive a8 n dog's nose. But to become effi cient he must go afield with a steady veteran of his own breed.” “1 know!” The great man, who was also the simple man, smiled reminis ‘cently. “They tried to teach me to herd sheep when my nose was itching for uird country. Bring on your man; 1 want to know him." Samson was told nothing of the be nevolent conspiracy, but one evening shortly later he found himself sitting at a cafe table with his sponsor and a stout man, almost as silent as him: self. The stout man responded with something like churlish taciturnity to the half-dozen men and women who came over with flatteries But later, when the trio was left alone, his face and brightened, and be turned to the boy from Misery. “Does Billy Conrad still keep store at Stagbone? Samson started and his gaze fell in amazement. At the mention of the name he saw a crossroads store with rough mules hitched to fence palings. It was a picture of home, and here was a man who had been there! With glowing eyes the boy dropped uncon- sciously back into the vernacular of the hills, “Hev ye been thar, stranger?” The writer nodded, and sipped his whisky. » “Not for some years, though” he confessed, as he drifted into reminis- cence, which to Samson was like wa- ter to a parched throat. When they left the cafe the boy felt as though he were taking leave of an old and tried friend. By homely methods, this unerring diagunostician of the human soul had been reading him, liking him, and making him feel a heart-warming sympathy. It was not until much later that Samson realized how these two really great men had adopted him as their “little brother” that he might have their shoulder-touch to march by. And it was without his realization, too, that they laid upon him the imprint of their own characters and philoso phy. w * ® Ad . ® . “I have come, not to quarrel with you, but to try to dissuade you.” The Hon Mr. Wickliffe bit savagely at his cigar and gave a despairing spread to his well-manicured hands. “You stand in hated man in New York-hated by the most powerful York.” Wilfred Horton swivel chair and put his feet u he seemed in n his own silk socks “It's very kind of he said, quietly The Hon. Mr. Wickliffe asperation and paced the smoke from his black cigar went fore him in vicious puffs. Finally stopped and glaring on table “Your leaned back erested you to warn me, rose floor. leaned family has always been con- you showed this mania. In God hanged you?” [ hope I have grown the young man, with smile One can't wear clothes forever, know.” The attorney for an instant softened his manger as he looked Into straight-gazing, unafraid eyes client. “I've no 's name, what ha up,” an you of known hood. 1 advised were born. chance of birth, of great wealth of certain you from your You your have, by The world of finance delicate balance directorates may throw Street into panic Suddenly emerge from decent quiet and amuck in the china shop, tossing your horns. You interests are your seem bent on toys enough to amuse you stay put?” weren't the right things They were, as you say, toys.” The smile faded and Horton's itself for a moment as he “If you don’t think ut--watch me.” “Why do you own You Why couldn't “They added: 1 have to m nt Because” -the young man, waked up, spoke slowly—"1 ing a certain writing on the wall time is not far off when, unless regulate a number of matters from within we shall be regulated from without.” “Take am read The we for instance this newgpaper on the police” grumbled the corporation lawyer. “It's less dangerous to the public than more 80 for yourself. You are re garded as a dangerous agitator, a mar plot! 1 tell you, Winfred, aside from all other considerations the thing is perilous to yourself. You are riding for a fall. These men whom you we whipping out of public life will turn on you" “So 1 hear, Here's a letter | got this moming—unsigned. That is, I thought it was here. Well, no matter. It warns me that | have less than three months to live unless [ call off my dogs.” It is said that the new convert is ever the most extreme fanatic. Wil fred Horton had promised to put on his working clothes, and he had done it with reckless disregard for conse quences. At first. he was simply obey. ing Adrienne’s orders; but soon he found himself playing the game for the game's sake. Political overlords, assalled as unfaithful servants, showed their teeth. From some hidden, but unfailing, source terribly sure and di- rect evidence of guilt was being gath- ered. For Willred Horton, who waa demanding a day of reckoning and spending great sums of money to get it, there was a prospect of things do ing. Adrienne Lescott was in Europe. Soon she would return and Horton meant to show that he had not buried his talent. - - - o - * " For eight months Samson's life had rin in the steady ascent of gradual climbing, but in the four months from the first of August to the first of De cember, the pace of his existence sud. denly quickened He left off drawing from plaster cust and went into a life class. In this period Samson had his first acquaintanceship with women, except those he had known from childhood and his firs’ acquaintance with the men who not of his world. Tony Collasso was an trator who ‘odged and painted in studio-apartments in Washington Square, South. His companions were various, numbering among them =n group of those pygmy whom one has never heard chance he meets them, were own art Italian until by To Collasso’'s studio Samson called one night by telephone. He had sometimes gone there before to sit for an hour, chiefly as a listener, while the man from Sorrento bewailed fate with his coterie, Chianti. boisterous party. The room was al ready thickly fogged with smoke, a dozen men and women, singing airs, were inter- esting themselves over a chafing dish, The crowd was typleal. A few two, and several thinking parts in productions At eleven o'clock arrived in a taxicab. Willlam Farbish and who Broadway women current direct from the theater where Starr danced in the first row, they were in evening dress. Samson men. tally acknowledged, though with io- stinctive disfavor for the palr, both were, in a way, handsome. lasso drew him aside to whisper portantly: “Make yourself agreeable to Farbish is received in the exclusive and connoisseur of takes a fancy to you, he t the best clubs, | Col- im He most ari. will think is a If he put you up t was talking rapidly and had at once taken the room, and her laughter and egotistical volces, the The girl She the rang in free above the “Come gent you The boy his usual girl's large Farbish, his hands other sald host, “I shall pre hands, gazing directing into the and decply-penciled e) standing at one in his pockets, an air of slightly bor shook 8H show- side looks ed detach His dress, anner his bear ing, were all those of the man who ha overstudied his part. They wore too too obviously rehearsed through years of imbing, but that was a de Samson was not yet prepared to recognize. Someone had naively complimen Miss Starr cn the leopardskin cloak she had just thrown from her shape 1 shoulders, and she turned promptly nd vivaciously to the flatterer, “It is isn't it?” she pratiled It may look a little upstage for a girl hasn't got a line to read into the piece, but these days one must get the spotlight, or be a dead one it reminds me of a little run-in [ had ith Graddy—he's our you know.” She pau invitation to proceed, his isms, social ci fect nice, who ged, awaiting the and, having re went gayly forward, “1 was minutes late, day, for rehears and Graddy came up with that sar castic manner of his, and said: one but it rather gels my goat to figure ott how, on a salary of fifteen dollars a week, you come to rehearsals in a million f clothes, riding in 2a limousine—and ten minutes late!’” broke off with the eager little expression of awaiting applause, and having been satisfied, she added: “i was afraid that wasn't going to get a laugh, after all” She glanced inquiringly ot Samson, who bad not smiled, and who stood looking puzzled : “A penny for your thoughts, South, from down South she lenged. Mr. chal- dy,” sald the boy, slowly. wondering how you do do it.” and, after a moment, the girl broke into prolongea peal of laughter, “Oh, you are delicious!” she ex- claimed. “If 1 could do tha Ingenue like that, believe me, I'd make some hit” She came over, and, laying a | hand on each of the boy's shoulders kissed him lightly on the cheek. “That's for a droll boy!” she said. “That's the best line I've heard pulled lately.” Farbish was smiling in quiet amuse. ment. He tapped the mountaineer on the shoulder, “I've heard George Lescolt speak of you,” he sald, genially. "I've rather a fancy for being among the discover ers of men of talent. We must sec more of eacu other.” Samson left the party early, with a sense of disgust, Several days later, Samson was alone in Lescott’s studio. It was near ing twilight, and he had laid aside a volume of De Maupassant, whose sim. ple power had beguiled dm. The door opened, and he saw the figure of a woman on the threshold. The boy rose somewhat shyly from his seat, and stood looking at her. She was as richly dressed as Miss Starr had beon, but there was the same differonce as between the colors of the sunset sky and the exaggerated daubs of Collas- s0's landscape. She stood at the door a moment, and then came forward with her hand outstretched, “This is Mr. South, isn't it?” she asked, with a fraok friendliness in her voice. “Yes, ma'am, that's my name.” “I'm Adrienne Lescott,” said the ‘girl, "1 thought id And my brother here. | stopped by to drive him up town.” and Samson had Bealtatingly taken the gloved hand, and its grasp was firm and strong despite its ridiculous smallness, “I reckon he'll be back nresently The boy was in doubt as to the proper procedure, This was Lescott’s studio and he was not certain whether or not it lay in his province to invite Les cott’s sister to take possession of it, Possibly, he ought to withdraw, is ideas of social usages were very vague. “Then, I think I'll wait,” announced the girl, She threw off her fur coat, and took a seat before the open grate. The chair was large, and swallowed her up. ! Samson wanted to look at her, and was afraid that this would be impolite. He realized that he aad no real ladies, except on the street, and now he had the opportunity, “I'm glad of this chance to { you, Mr. South,” | smile that found its way to the heart. After all there was sincerity in “foreign” women. talks of "” ween meet “George you all the while, Don't {| might | friends?" Samson had no* to say something equally the old Instinct against tied his tongue. “1 owe right smart to | cott,” he told her, gravely That's not answering my que laughed. “Do you consent ing friends with me?” “Miss ' began the Then { izing that in York this address hardly complete, he { ened to add i Lescott, I've here over nine months just beginning t Iam. 1 haven't ne yf, and laughed at i 1 haven't any idea of proper mat He w cordial, answer but effusiveness George she bos , real New hast- been I'm what a rubs he broke i Ihean, is ROW, and Again Hers, and 8 n, as we would gay do plumb skeered’ of ladies As he accused himself, Si looking with unblin ness; and she met home, at her eyes that twinkled Mr abou about a hu South, anners ndred real want know Suppor teaching each other?” to lighted that ng only to features solemn Miss that a the might how a talkin® to a lady ith you!” Her laugh made as an old shoe Ten minutes later, Lescotl en “Well” he sald, with a smile, 1 introduce you people, or have already done it for yourselves?’ Oh,” Adrienne him, South and | are ald friends.” left the room, she turned and ad The my day w Samson's face i glutionizing effect Léscot trade—but said, “let's you're gettin’ To start with a lesson right now when worst of it give me ' feller ought to act how 1 ought CARY tered you assured My A ar ded: better be you schoo! second lesson had at if 1 ben we can have to ourselves, will you come up Samson grinned and forgot bashful as he replied I'l come a-kKitin'!” house telephone Be me the roo - Early tha eh of autymn to the air returning at sundown from the afternoon life class, Samson felt the lure of its melancholy gweotness, and paused on Washington Square benches, many vague things stirring in his mind He felt with a stronger throb | the surety of young, but | abilities within himself. Partly, { the charm of Indian summer, t year, the to CAInG £3 iter one of y that, | which Adrienne had admitted and the new experience of frank cam- it | ber of an inferior sex, but as au equal | companion of brz a and soul. He had | seen her often, and usually alone, be. i cause he shunned meetings | strangers Until his education had ad- { vanced further, he wished to avoid social embarrassments He knew that she liked him, and realized that | it was because he was a new and virile | type, and for that reason a diversion— la sort of human novelty. She liked | him, too, because it was rare for a man to offer her friendship without | making love, and she was certain he would not make love. He liked her for the same reasons that every one else did—because she was herself, Of late, too, he had met a number of men at Lescott's club, ile was mod estly surprised to find that, though his attitude on these occasions was always that of one sitting in the back. ground, the men seemed to like him, and, when they sald, “See you again,” at parting, it was with the convincing manner of real friendliness. One wonderful afternoon in Octo. ber, when the distances were mist hung, and the skies very clear, Sam. son sat across the table from Adrienne Lescott at a road house on the Sound. The sun had set through great cloud battalions massed against the west, and the horizon was fadiug into dark. ness through a haze like ash of roses. She had picked him up on the Ave nue, and taken him into her car for a short spin but the afternoon had begulled them, luring them on a litte farther, and still a little farther When they were a score of miles from Man. ;,hattan, the car had suddenly broken down. It would, the chauffeur told them, be the matter of an hour to effect repairs, so the girl, explaining to the boy that this event gave the and led tae way, on foot, to the near est road house. “We will telephone that we shall b> late, and then have dinner,” she laughed. “And for me to have dinner with you alone, unchaperoned at a country inn, is by New York standards delightfully unconventional, It borders on wickedness.” Then, since their at titude toward each other was 80 friendly and innocent, they both laughed. They had dined trees of an old manor house, built a century ago, and now converted inte an inn, and they had enjoyed then selves because it seemed to them pleasingly paradoxical that they should and service of such Neither of them had ever before, genteel a cuisine excellence been there lishment was in its own wide and unsavory. The repairs did not go as gmoothly the chauffeur had expected, and, he had finished, be was hungry. So, eleven o'clock found them still chatting at their table on the lighted lawn, After awhile, they fell silent and Adrienne noticed that her com. panion's face had become deeply, al most painfully set, and that his gaze was tensely focused on herself ‘What Mr manded The young mar a steady, Way in it, South?” she de began to Epeak self-accusing voice “1 was sitting here, looking at you,” said, bluntly i thinking fine you are way: how in the tex. women as there ig in From that wear to your slip are clad in your brain to ti of was in every : much difference nen and xture of clothes obile cap you nd stockings From You sLK tone 14 i i * . . i Frwy i “I Was Thinking of My People.” are ven of human I've learned lately that silk isa't but strong They make the balloons of it.” He paused and but his face again became was thinking, of your just be sixty, but she's A YOURE Woman Her face is smooth and unwrinkled, and her heart is still in bloom At the same age, George won't be much older than he 1s now The comp my not your voice, you wo weak, 100 mother, She n iment wag so obviously intended as compliment st all the girl 0 pleasure “Then face slowly was ished with went ot drawing she My was an old with mother was died father was for man i they ered under their drudgery monstrous Injustice of it all” TO ONTINUE Known as Kufa, Known to Have Been in Use Be fore Christian Era. The Kufa, a of basketwork, and seen no in the world, is a mon sight in Mesopotamia. is great, and the kufa men pack in their passengers like herrings in a bar. rel. tograph kufa on the banks of the Tigris river, says a writer in the Wide World. They are made of date palm branches woven together with rope made out of leaves of the same palm, thickly plas. tered on the outside with bitumen. They range from four to twelve feet in diameter. Nowhere but on the Tigris and lower Euphrates rivers can one see these curious craft, which serve principally for the transport of passengers, country produce and beasts of burden across the river. About three men are required to make a kufa of respectable size, and it takes them some twenty days to build it. Like the kelek, the kufa is of great antiquity, for both these strange craft were in use long before the time of Christ. 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