The Call of the Cumberlands | By Charles Neville Buck With Illustrations from Photographs of Scenes in the Play i (Copyright, pu, by W. J. Want & Cod SYNOPSIS. On Misery creek Sally George Lescott, a landscape » Jesse Purvy of the Hollman been shot and Samson is sus- of the crime. Samson denies it shooting breaks the truce in the n-South feud. Jim Hollman hunts bloodhounds the man who shot Pur- The bloodhounds lose the trajl at South's door. Lescott discovers > : ablity in Samson. While sketch- + Lescott on the mountain, Tama- “overs Samson to a jeering crowd talneers. Samson thrashes him and unces him as the “‘truce-bus- ter’ who shot Purvy. At Wile Meo- Cager's dance Samson tells the South clan that he Is going to leave the 1 ntains f.escott gobs home “to a “W Samson bids Spicer and farewell and follows. In New Y son studies art and learns mt wavs Drennie [escott per orton, h dilettante lover, to do a s work in the world. Prompted by Sally teaches herself to write y throws himself into the business 1d becomes well hated by preda and politicians At a Bo- son meets Wi Mam Far Horton's al parasit Miller finds painter, un- de no CHAPTER X-—Continued, Adrienne Lescott nodded. Her eyes were sweetly sympathetic “It's the hardship of the conditions,” she sald, softly. “Those will change.” A man had come out onto the ver anda from the inside, and was ap proaching the table. He was immac- ulately groomed, and came forward with the deference of approaching a throne, proaching thrones. of pleased surprise. The mountaineer bish, and, with a quick hardening of the face, he recalled thelr last meeting. If Farbish should presume to renew the acquaintanceship under these cirrumstances, Samson meant to rise from his chair, in the face. GQGeorge Lescott’s sister could not be subjected to such meet. ings. Yet, it was a tribute to his ad- vancement in good manners that he dreaded making a scene in her pres ence, and, as a warning, he met Far bish’'s pleasant smile with a look of blank and studied lack of recognition The circumstances out of which Far- bish might weave unpleasant gossip did not occur to Samson were together late in the evening, un- chaperoned, at a road house whose reputation was socially dubious, was a thing he did not realize. Bu! Far bish was keenly alive to the possibil- ities of the situation He chose to construe the Kentuckian's blank ex. pression as annoyance at being dis covered, a sentiment he could readily understand Adrienne Lescott, follow- ng her companions eyes, looked up, ind to the boy's as to the newcomer name “Mr. Farbish,” she laughed, with mock confusion and total innocence of the fact that her words might have meaning, “don’t tell on us.” “1 never tell things, dear lady.” said the ne have too long in conservatories to pebbles I'm afraid, Mr. South, have forgotten me. [I'm Farbigh, had the pleasure meeting you''-— he paused a moment, then w pointed glance at hattan club was it not? “It was not,” said Sams ly. Farbish looked his was resolved to see no offense, and after a few moments of affable and it must be acknowledged, witty con- versation, withdrew to his own tabla did you meet that man? demanded Samson, flercely, when he and the girl were alone again “Oh. at any number of dinners and dances His sort is tolerated for some reason.” She paused, then, rooking very directly at the Kentuckian, in quired, “And where did meet him?’ “Didn't you hear him hattan club?” “Yes, and I knew that he was ly- ing.” “Yes, he was!” Samson spoke, con tem ptuously “Never mind where it was, It was a place 1 got out of when I found out who were there.” The chauffeur came to announce that the car was ready, and they went out. Farbish watched them with a smile that had in it a trace of the sardonic. The career of Farbish had been an interesting one in its own peculiar and unadmirable fashion. With no advan tages of upbringing, he had neverthe- less so cultivated the niceties of social usage that his one flaw was a too great perfection. He was letterper fect where one to the manor born might have slurred some detall He was witty, handsome in his sat. urnine way, and had powerful friends in the world of fashion and finance. That he rendered services to his plutoeratic patrons, other than the repartee of his dinner talk, was a thing vaguely hinted in club gossip, and that these services were not to his credit had more than once been con. jectured. His smile was that recognized Far and my weomer ‘1 dwelt you of the added-— Man on, prompt. surprise, but ‘Where you say the Man. When Horton had begun his cru- sade against various abuses, he had cast a suspicious eye on all Mistters through which he could trace the trafl of William Farbish, and now, when Farbish saw Horton, he eyed him with an enigmatical expression, half-gquiz- zieal and half-malevolent, After Adrienne and Samson had dis. appeared, he rejoined his companion, a stout, middle-aged gentleman of florid complexion, whose cheviot cut- away and reposeful waistcoat covered a liberal embonpoint. his cigar from his lps, its ascending smoke through lids half- closed and thoughtful. “Singular,” he mused; lar!” “What's singular?” manded his companion, don't start.” “That mountaineer came up here as George Lescott's protege,” went on Farbish, reflectively. “He came fresh from ‘the feud belt, and landed promptly in the police court. Now, in less than a year, he's pairing off with Adrienne Lescott—who, every one supposed, meant to marry Wilfred Horton. This [little party tonight is, to put it quite mildly, a bit uncon- ventional" The stout gentleman said nothing, and the other questioned, musingly: “By the way, Bradburn, has the Kenmore Shooting club requested Wil fred Horton's resignation yet?” “Not yet. We are going to. He's not congenial, since his hand is raised against every man who owns more than two dollars.” The speaker owned several million times that sum. This meeting at an out-of-the-way place had been arranged for the purpose of discussing ways and means of curb- ing Wilfred's crusades, “Well, don't do it.” “Why the devil shouldn't want asarchists In “very singu- impatiently de- “Finish, or We Ken. we? don’t the more.” After awhile, they sat silent, Farbish smiling over the plot he had just de- vised, and the other man puffing with a puzzled expression at his cigar. “That's all there is to 1,” summar ized Mr. Farbish, succinctly. “If we can get these two men, South and Horton, together down there at the shooting lodge, under the proper condi tions, they'll do the rest themselves, 1 think. I'll take care of South. Now, it's up to you to have Horton there at the same time." “How do you know these not already met—and amicably? manded Mr. Bradburn. “l bappen to know it, chance. It my business things——quite by chance!” - ® . . " » ® men have de quite by to know i5 Indian summer came again to Misery, flaunting woodland banners of crimson and scarlet orange, but to Sally the season brought only heart achy remembrances of last autumn when Samson had softened his stol- cism as the haze had softened the hori zon. Hé had sent her a few brief lot ters-—not written, but plainly printed He selected short words—as much like the primer as posalble, for no other messages could she read There were times in plenty when he wished to pour out to her torrents of feeling. and it was such feeling as would have carried comfort to her lonely little heart. He wished to tell frankly of what a good friend ho had made, and how this friendship made him more able to realize that other feeling is love for Sally. There was in his as yet--that these two girls might ever stand in conflict as to the rightof-way. But the letters he wished to write were not the sort he cared to have read to the girl by the evangelist-doctor or the district school teacher, and alone she could have made nothing of them. However, I love you” are easy words always included. Widow Miller for months, and, though physician diagnosed the “right porely,” he knew that the gpecter of tuberculosis which stalks through these badly lighted and ven- tilated houses was stretching out its fingers to touch her shrunken chest This had meant that Sally had to fore go the evening hours to study, be cause of the weariness that followed the day of nursing and household drudgery Autumn seemed to bring to her mother a slight improvement, and Sally could again sometimes steal away with her slate and book, to sit alone on the big rowlder, and study. She would not be able to write that Christmas letter. There had been too many interruptions in the seif-impurted education, but some day she would write. There would probably be time enough It would take even Sam- son a long while ‘o become an artist. One day, as she was walking home ward from her lonely trysting place, she met the battered-looking man who carried medicines in Lis saddiebags and the Scriptures In his pocket, and who practiced both forms of healing through the hills. The old man drew down his nag, and threw one leg over the pominel “Evenin’, Sally,” he greeted. “Evenin’, Brother Spencer. yet” “Tolable, thank ye, Sally.” The body and-soul mender studied the girl awhile in silence, and then sald blunt. ly: ‘Ye've done broke right smart, in the last year. Anything the matter with ye? She shook her head, and laughed. It was an effort to laugh merrily, but the ghost of the old .astinctive blitheness rippled into it. “I've jest come from old Sploer South's,” volunteered the doctor. “He's ailin’ pretty consid’able, these days.” “What's the matter with Une’ and those The had been ailing the How air apt cer?” demanded the girl, In ihe anxiety. Every one along Misery called the old man Unc’ Spicer. “l can't jest make out” Her in: former spoke slowly, and his brow cor- rugated into something lke sililen- ness. “He ain't jest to say sick. Thet is, his organs seerns all right, but he don’t ‘pear to have no heart fer nothin’, and his victuals don't tempt him none. He's jest puny, thet's all” “I'l go over thar, an’ see him,” an: nounced the girl. “I'll cook a chicken thet'll tempt him.” The girl spent much time after that her coming seemed to waken him into a fBtfal return of spirits, “I reckon, Unc’ Spicer,” suggested the girl, on one of her first visits, “I'd better send fer Samson. Mebby hit mout do ye good ter see him.” The old man was weakly leaning back on his chair, and his eyes were vacantly listless; but, at the sugges tion, he straightened, and the ancient fire came again to his face. “Don’t ye do hit,” he exclaimed, al- most flercely. “J knows ye mean hit kindly, Sally, but don't ye neddle in my business.” “1-1 didn't tered the girl “No, little gal.,™ His voice softened at once into gentleness. “I knows yo didn't. 1 didn’t mean ter be short answered with ye either, but thar's | jest one thing 1 won't low nobody ter do—an’ thet's ter send fer Samson. | He knows the road home, an’, when he wants ter come, he'll find the door | open, but we hain't a-goln’ ter send | atter him.’ * - ® * * ® ® himself that position of & man throtigh rapids, and for in his life his pleasures | were giving precedence to business. | Horton was the most-hated and most acmired man in New York, but the men who hated and snubbed him were his own sort, and the men who ad mired him were those whom he would never meet, and who knew him only through the columns of penny papers Powerful enemies had ceased to laugh, | and begun to conspire. He must be | silenced! How, was a mooted ques tion. But, in some fashion, he must be silenced. Soclety had not cast him out, but society had shown him | in many subtle ways that he was no longer her favorite. He bad taken a | plebelan stand with the masses. Mean. | while, from various sources, Horton had received warnings of actual per | sonal danger. But at these he had | laughed, and no hint of them had | reached Adrienne’s ears One evening, when business had | forced the postponement of a dinner | engagement with Miss Lescott, he begged her over Lhe telephone to ride with him the following morning “iI know you are usually asleep when | I'm out and galloping.” he laughed, | “but you pitched me neck and crop into this hurly-burly, and | shoulda't have to lose everything Don't have your horse brought. | want you to try out a new one of mine” “I think.” she answerad, “that early | best time to ride. [I'll | gaven the Plaza en-' ‘low ter meddle,” fal Wilfred Horton found fall in the course lies whose | meet you at at trance.” i They had turned the upper end of | the reservoir before Horton drew his | mount to a walk, and allowed the reins | to hang. They had been galloping i hard, and conversation had been im- practicable. 1 suppose should have taught me” began Horton, slowly, | that the most asinine thing in the! world is to try to lecture you, Dreanie. | But there are one must | even risk your one's dis | comfiture.” “I'm not going morning.” she answered, docilely 1] like the horse too well-and, to be | 1 like you too well!” “Thank you,” smiled Horton usual you disarm on the experience times when delight at to tease you this "AS me verge “Don’t You Do Hit" of combat. ridicule.” “What have | done now?’ inquired the girl, with an innocence which further disarmed him. “The queen can do no wrong But even the queen, perhaps more par ticularly the queen, must give thought to what people are saying.” “What are people saying” “The usual unjust things that are said about women in society, You are being constantly seen with an uncouth freak who Is ecarcely a gentleman, however much he may be a man And malicious tongues are wagging” The girl stiffened. I had nerved myself for "1 won't spar with you. | know that you are alludiog to Sumo South, though the description is a slander I never thought it would be necessary to say such a thing to you, Wilfred, but you are talking like a cad” The young man flushed. “1 laid myself open to that,” he sald, slowly, “and | suppose 1 should have expected it. God knows | hate cads and snobs, Mr. South Is simply, as vet, uncivilized. Otherwise, he would hardly take you, unchaperoned, to well, let us say to ultra-bohemian re sorts, where you are seen by such gossip-mongers as William Farbish” “S80, that's the specific charge, is it? ’ “Yes, that's the specific charge Mr South may be a man of unusual talent and strength But-—he has done what no other man has done—with you, He has caused club gossip, which may easily be twisted and misconstrued.” “Do you fancy that Samson Smith could have taken me to the Wigwam road-house if I had not cared to go with him?” The man shook his head "Certainly not! jut the fact that you did care to go with him indicates an influence over you which is new You have not sought the bohemian your other friends. There under heaven 1 would not your regard None the less, that, at the present moment, I see only two definitions for this moun taineer, Either he is a bounder, else he is so densely ignorant churlish that he is associate with you.” “1 make no apologies for sald, "because none in New unfit to Mr. South.” are needed York, who pothing, and cares nothing conventionalities, If 1 chose to waive them, 1 think it was my right and my responsibility.” Horton said nothing, and, in 8 mo- Adrienne Lescott's manner changed. She spoke more gently: “Wilfred, I'm sorry you choose take this prejudice ugainst the boy. You could have done a great deal to I wanted you to be friends” “Thank you!” His manner stiff. “1 hardly think we'd hit it off together” ‘I belleve announced. “Of course, I'm jealous” without evasion “Possibly, have saved time in the first piace by avowing my Jealousy i to make amends. I'm green-eyed” She on his bridle “Don’t be, knows to you are jealous! hand * she advised; “I'm not If 1 were, it wouldn't matter. He has ‘A neater, sweeter maiden ‘In a greener, cleaner land.’ Horton shook his head, dublously “I wish to the good Lord, back to her,” he sald CHAPTER XI. One afternoon. swinging along Fifth avenue in his downtown walk, Sam- son met Mr. Farbish who fell into step with him, and began to conversation. “By the way, South” posed of, varication the other having met you at club? “Why was it evening about the necessary?’ glance of directness “Possibly, it was not merely politic. Of course,” “every man knows women It's just as nectarines wit he anghed kinds £ two of well hi the orchids not made no meeting his he had been Samson Farbish, response eyes, felt rubuked an fmpulse of resentment. passed, as he remembered plans involved the necessity ning this boy's confidence At the steps of a Fifth avenue club Farbish halted “Won't you turn in here,” he sug gested, “and assuage your thirst?” Samson declined, and walked ut when, a day or two later, dropped into the same George Lescott, in the grill—without “By the way, Lescott interloper, with an upon which the coolness ception had no seeming won't be long now until flying south. Will you get off for your customary shooting?” “I'm afraid not.” Lescott’'s voice be came more cordial, as a man's will, whose hobby has been touched. “There are several canvases to be finished for approaching exhibitions. | wish I could go. When the first cold winds begin to sweep down, I get the fever The prospects are good, tou, | under atand.” “The best in years! Protection in the Canadian breeding fields is bear ing fruit. Do you shoot ducks, Mr South?’ The speaker included Sam- gon as though merely out of deference to his physical presence. Samson shook his head, Hut he was lHstening cagerly. He too, knew that note of the migratory “honk” from high overhead. “Samson,” sald Lescott slowly, ns he caught the gleam in his friend's ayes, “you've been working too hard. You'll have to take a week off, and try your hand After you've changed your method from rifle to shotgun, you'll bag your share, and you'll come back fitter for work. 1 must arrange NH ¥ “AR to that,” suggested Porbish, in the manner of one rogarding the civilities, "Mr. South can run down that of win on invitation said the assurance of his re effect. “It cany to tho Kenmore, rn Nave: a y eard wade out for him.” “Don’t trouble,” demurred Lescott, coolly, “1 can fix that up.” “It would be a pleasure,” smiled the other, “1 sincerely wish I could be there at the same time, but I'm afraid that, like you, Lescott, | shall have to give business the right of way. However, when | hear that the flights are beglnping, I'll call Mr. South up, and pass the news to him.” Samson had thought it rather singu- lar that he had pever met Horton at the Lescott house, though Adrienne spoke of him almost as of a member of the family, However, Samson's vigits were usually in his intervals be tween relays of work and Horton was probably at such times In Wall street It did not occur to the mountaineer that the other was intentionally avoid ing him He knew of Wilfred only through Adrienne's eulogistic descrip tions, and, from hearsay, liked him The months of close application to easel and books had begun to tell on the outdoor man in a softening of muscles and a slight, though notice able, pallor. The enthusias: with attacked his dally schedule carried him far, and made his progress phenomenal, but he was spending capital of nerve L.escott for his to fear a He disc began protege, ATTORNEYS, ATTORNEY AT Law EELLEFOFTR, , Prastions I all he courm Csnenliamien Suglish and German Ofios Oriders Brubas 4 Building . JEM ENT Balt ATIORFBY -4T-La®w EELLBFOFTR » Ofos BW cvraw Diamond two doom i flows Bations! Bank. 4 Centre Hall, Pa. DAVID K. KELLER, Cashilew ON Run Up on Wilfred Horton” Adrienne, and the girl in the boy an inter shooting trip—an in awakened inherent con gan to promots the duck which the terest had already despite rifleman’s tempt for shotguns. “1 reckon T'd like it all right” sald, “and I'll bring back some ducks it 'm lucky So. Lescott arranged the outfit news of the com ing flights That same studio, explaining that he had buying a picture to the Kenmore club le I ground of interest sowed it calculated to stimulate enthusiasm On leaving the studio, he say ‘TH let you know when conditions just right” Then, in afterthought you wont are ae “And I'll ar range #0 that run up on ‘What's with gineon, a the matter demanded shade “Nothing at all” with entire gravity like Horton nensely i find things wasn't replied uni ight rotigenial when he present.” meson was puzzled, but hi hi Ting from tis criticizems upon fries “Well, | reckon” I'd like him, too “1 beg your pardon ‘I suppose you knew, mentioned the subject i gatd too much” Mr. Farbish”™ but ight you m Sa fancy man's lips his friends said, 4 EOF coolly of have “See here, quietly, I want you to tell me what it ia. He of my friends. You say too much I reckon you've said too much, or too little” Then, very insidiously and artistical you've iy. apologetic, the visitor plant in Samson's mind ated and untrue picture contempt for him and of Horton's re gentment at the favor shown him by the Lescolls Samson heard him out with a face enigmatically set. and his voice was soft, as he sald simply at the end I'm obliged to youn. 10 BE CONTINU BD) Bwiss Want New National Hymn. Switzerland is seeking a new na tional hymi in place of “Rufst da, Mein Vaterland,” which is sung to the tune of “My Country Tis of Thee,” and “Cod Save tho King” It is said that there is some intention of adopting a patriotic song, beginning “Heil dir, Mein Schweizerland,” but whether this is to be sung to the same tune or # new one is to be evolved for it is not yet known, a a - 8n eXAgger Too Long to Be Entirely Valid. 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