The Call of the Cumberlands By Charles Neville Buck With Illustrations from Photographs of Scenes in the Play (Copyright, w13. by W. J. Wau: & Co.) SYNOPSIS, t—— On Misery creek Sally Miller finds George Lescott, a landscape painter, un- conscious. Jesse Purvy of the Hollman clan has been shot and Samson is sus- 'cted of the crime. Samson denies” it, the in the Lescott discovers fhe shooting breaks truce Hollman-South feud, artistic ability in Samson. Samson thraghes Tamarack Spicer and denounces him as the “truce-buster’” who shot Purvy, Samson tells the South clan that he is going to leave the mountains. Lescott Roes home to New York. Samson bids Hpicer and Sally farewell and follows. In New York Samson studies art and learns much of city ways suades Wilfred Horton, her lover, to do a man's work in the Prompted by hey love, Sally teac! self to write. Horton throws himself into the business world and becomes well. hated by predatory financiers and politi- clans. At a Bohemian resort Samson meets William Farbish, sporty social par- asite, and Horton's enemy, Farbish con- &pires with others to make Horton Jeni ous, and succeeds, Farbish brings Horton and Samson together at the club's shooting lodge, and forces an open fuptura, expecting Samson to kill Horton and 80 rid the political and financial thugs of the crusader. Samson exposes the plot and thrashes the conapirators. Samson is advised by his teachers to turn to por- tralt painting. Drennie commissions him to paint her portrait. Sally goes to school amson goes to Paris to study. CHAPTER X!i—Continued. “No,” she said, “we that, yet. I guess we won't. Purvy thet time, an’ he sald "the brakeman paused to add emphasis to his conclusion—"thet the next time ye come home, he "lowed ter git yo plumb shore.” Tamarack scowled. “Much obleeged,” he replied. At Hixon Tamarack Spicer strolled along the street toward the court. house. He wished to be seen. So long as it was broad daylight and he dis played no hostility, he knew he was safe—and he had plans. Standing before the Hollman store were Jim Asberry and several com- panions. They greeted Tamarack af- fably and he paused to talk, “Ridin’ over ter Misery?” inquired Asberry, “'Lowed 1 mout as well.” “Mind ef I rides with ye esa fur es Jesse's place?” “Plumb glad ter have company,” drawled Tamarack. They chatted of many things, and traveled slowly, but, when they came to those narrows where they could not ride stirrup to stirrup each jockeyed for the rear position, and the man who found himself forced into the lead 3 : | | ! i i i § § i i i i { i fred. . And, besides, I'm not sure what I want myself, afraid I'm going to end by losin® you both.” Horton stood silent. It was tea time, and from below came the strains of the ship's orchestra. A few ulster- lhufled passengers gloomily paced the deck. : “Yom won't lose us both, Drennie,™ he sald, 8teadily. “You may lose your choice—but, it you find yourself able to fall back on substitutes, I'll be there, waiting.” For once he did not meet her scru- tiny, or know of it. His Own eyes were fixed on the slow swing wf heavy, gray-green waters. He was smiling, but it is as a man smiles when he con- fronts despair and pretends that every- thing ie quite all right. The girl looked at him with a choke in her throat. “Wilfred,” she sald, laying her hand on his arm, “I'm not worth worrying over. Really, I'm not. Ir Samson South proposed to me today, I know that I should refuse him. I am not at all sure that I am the least little bit in love with him. Only, don't you ace 1 can’t be quite sure I'm not? nit mistake. May I have till Christmas to make up my mind for all time? ru tell you then, dear, if you care to wait.” ets: CHAPTER XIII. Tamarack Spicer sat on the top of a box car, swinging his lega over the side. He was clad in overalls, and in the pockets of his beeches reposed a bulging flask of red Hquor, and an unbulging pay envelope. Tamarack had been “raliroading” for several months thia time. He had made a new record for sustained effort and industry, but now June was beckon- ing him to the mountains with vaga. bond yearnings for freedom and le sure. Many things had invited his soul, Almost four years had passed since Bamson had left the mountains, and fa four years a woman can change ber mind. Sally might, when they met on the road, greét him once more as kins. man and agree to forget his faulty method of courtship, This time he would be more diplomatie., Yesterday he Lad gone to the boss and “called for his time.” Today he was paid off, and a free lance. As be reflected on thege 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. “86 yer quittin’'o comer, Spicer nodded, “Goin' back thar on Again Tamarack Jork of his head. “I've been layin’ off ter tell ye some. thin’, Tam'rack.” . observed the new. Misory 7 answered with a “I laid over in Hixon lant some fellers that used ter know my mother’s folks took me down in the collar of Hollman's store, an’ give me some licker.” “What of hit?” “They was talkin’ 'beut you." “What did they say?” “l seen that they was enemies of yours, an’ they wasn’t In no good hu. mor, go, when they axed me of | I lowed 1 didn't know good about ye. I had ter cuss ye out, or git in trouble myself,” Tamarack cursed the whole Hollman tribe, and his companign went on: “Jim Asberry was thar, He ’lowed they'd found out thet you'd done shot week, an’ i i f ! i i $ Each knew the other was bent on his murder, At Purvy's gate Asberry waved fare well and turned in. on, with huge rocks, and disa He began climbing, in a crouched position, bringing each foot down Jim Asberry had not been outwardly armed when he left Spicer. But, soon, i dodendron. him, also walking cautiously, but hur | in the hollow of his 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 Purvy house to risk a shot. & moment, and then, rising, went on | Asberry found a place at the foot | of a huge pine where the undergrowth | would cloak him. Twenty yards below | 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 | walt. tion his intended victim stole down, | short and certain range, but, instead | of being at the front, he came from | the back. ! stomach and raised the already cocked i pistol. 3 the left of below the shoulder blades. Then he pulled the trigger! not go down to inspect his work The instantaneous fashion with which the head of t face told him all he wanted to He slipped back to his horse, mounted and rode fast to the house of Spicer South, demanding asylum. The next day came word that if Tamarack Spicer would surrender and stand trial In a court dominated by the Hollmans the truce would con- 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 come and “git him.” They knew that Spicer South's house was now a fortress, prepared for siege. They knew that every trafl thither was picketed. Also, they knew a better way. This time they had the color of the law on their side. The circuit judge, through the eheriff, asked for troops and troops came. Their tents dotted the river bank be. low the Hixon bridge. A detail un. der a white flag went out after Tama. rack Spicer. The militia captain in command, who feared neither feudist nor death, was courteously received He had brains, and he assured them that he acted under orders which could not be disobeyed. Unless they surrendered the prisoner, gatling guns would follow. If necessary they would be dragged behind ox teams. Many militiamen might be killed, but for each of them the state had another. If Spicer would surrender, the officer would guarantee him personal protec. tion, and, if it seemed necessary. a change of venue would secure him trial in another circuit. For hours the clan deliberated. For the soldiers they felt no enmity. For the young cap tain they felt an instinctive liking. He was a man, Old Spicer South, restored to an echo of his former robustness by the call of action, gave the clan's verdict. “Hit hain't the co'te we're skeered of. Ef this boy goes ter wown he won't never git into no co'te. He'll be murdered.” : The officer held out his hand. “As man to man,” he sald, “I pledge you my word that no one shall take him except by process of law. I'm not working for the Hollmans or the Pur vys. 1 know their breed.” For a space old South looked Into the soldier's eyes and the soldier looked back. “Fil take yore handshake on thet ly. “Tam'rack,” he added, In a voice of finality, “ye've got ter go.” The officer had meant what he sald. 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 side, a cleanly aimed shot 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 | i § { fully. “There's just one man living that's smart enough to match Jesse Purvy-—an' that one man is Sam. son, Samson's got the right to lead the Souths, and he's going to do it—ef he wants to.” * “Bally,” Wile McCager spoke, scoth- ingly, “don't go gittin' mad. Caleb talks hasty. We knows ye used ter be Bamson’s gal, an’ we hain't aimin’ ter hurt yore feelin's. But Bamson's done left the mountings. 1 reckon ef he wanted ter come back, he'd now. Let him stay whar a rifle barked from the hillside, and he fell, shot through the left shoulder by a bullet Intended for his heart. All | “Whar is he at?” demanded old Ca- leb Wiley, in a truculent volce, “That's his business,” Sally flashed camped at Hixon. and Inclination to #0 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 stronghold. They now refused to Swear out additional warrants. store an instant after the shot which killed Tamarack was fired. Except for “Tam'rack, Ye've Got to Go.” Woman buyg a card of buttons and a faly-baired clerk waiting on her, they found the building empty. Back beyond, the hills were impene. trable, and answered no questions, put a bandage on his wound about his business, but now ago have and gone he tossed and Brother Spencer expressed grave doubts for his recovery. like the powers of a regent and took son should have succeeded. Don’t you make a move till I have time to get word to him. 1 “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 i | { i "That's my business, too.” volee was resolute. “I've got a letter here—it'll take two days to get to Samson. It'll take him two or thres ays more to get here wait a week.” “Bally,” the temporary chieftain of voice, as to & tempestuous child, Hixon No Bouth can’t ride inter Hixon, an’ ride The mail carrier won't be way fer two days vit” down into Hixon. 1 recollect another time that,” she answered. I come to give A train leaves soon in the morn Who's goin’ ter take hit ter town take given “I'm goin’ to was, it for myself.” as a matter of Course “That wouldn't hardly be safe, Sal iy,” the miller demurred; “this hain't no time fer a gal ter be galavantin’ Hit's a-comin up ter storm, an’ ye've | back ter yore house” “I'm not scared.” she replied. “I'm | if you : alarming. i that afternoon at his mill with be more traveled than usual road afforded no unusual spectacle, for behind each saddle sagged a sack of unwonted excitement, but every man balanced a rifle across his pom. mel. None the less, thelr purpose was grim, and their talk when they had gathered was to the point. plexed, voiced the sentiment that the others had been too courteous to ex. With Spicer South bed-ridden and Samson a renegade, the adequate leader. McCager was a solid man of intrepid courage and honesty, but grinding grist was his vocation, not strategy and tactics. The enemy had such masters of intrigue as Purvy and Judge Hollman. Then a lean sorrel mare came jogr- ging into view, switching her fly bitten tail, and on the mare's back, urgin him with a long, leaty switch, sat a woman. Behind her sagged the two loaded ends of a corn sack. Bho 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 to speak for the absent chief, and she knew that she would be met with deri. sion. The years had sobered the girl, but her beauty had Increased, though it was now a chastened type, which gave her a strange and rather exalted refinement of expression. Wile MeCager came to the mill door as she rode up and lifted the sack from her horse. "Howdy, Sally?" he greeted. “Tol'able, thank ye,” said Sally. “I'm goin’ ter get off.” i i | i She turned, walking very erect and dauntless to her sorrel mare, and disappeared at a gallop T reckon,” said Wile McCager, | last, “hit don't! make no great dif'rence. He won't | hardly come, nohow.” Then, be added : . LJ ® ® w® ” ® 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 bln. He was tasting | the novelty of being lHonized : That summer Mrs. Lescott opened | her house on Long Island early, and | the life there was full of the sort of | gayety that comes to pleasant places when young men in flannels and girls | in soft summery gowns and tanned cheeks are playing wholesomely and | sioging tunefully and making love | not too seriously. Samson, tremendously busy these | days In a new studio of his own, had | fun over for a week. Horton was, of | course, of the party, and George Les | Cott was doing the honors as host. j One evening Adrienne left the dane | ers for the pergola, where she took | refuge under a mass of honeysuckle | Samson South followed her. She | § | 3 i i i i : contrasting this Samson, loosely clad | in flannels, with the Samson she had | first seen tising awkwardly to greet | her in the studio. j “You should have stayed inside and i Adrienne reproved him, as he came up. “What's the use of making a lion of you, if you won't roar for the vis yor “I've been roaring,” laughed the man. “I've just been explaining to days of solemn observance and sacri. fice. 1 wanted to be agreeable to you, Dronnle, for a while. “Do you ever find yourself homesick, 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 sloguent : “ "Who hath desired the sea? Her ox- cellent loneliness rather Than the forecourts of kings, and her Gttermost pits than the streets where men gather, . . | His sea that his being fulfills? 80 and no otherwise—so and no other. wise hillmen desire their hills.’ " “And yet,” she sald, and a trace of the argumentative stole into her volee, “you haven't gone back.” “No” There was a note of self reproach in his volce. “But soon 1 shall go. At least, for a time. I've been thinking a great deal lately about ‘my fluttered folk and wild’ I'm just beginning to understand my relation to them, and my duty.” "Your duty fs no more to gO back there and throw away your ite,” she found herself instantly contending. “than it is the duty of the young eagle, who has learned to fly, to go back to the nest where he was hatched.” “Put, Drennie,” he sald, gently, “snp. eagle is the only one to fy —and suppose he ! could teach the others? Dont you see? I've only seen ft mysel! for a “What is it that—that you see now?” “I must go back, not to relapse, but to come to be a constructive force. | must carry some of the outside world to Misery. 1 must take to them. be- cause 1 am one of them, gifts that they would reject from other hands.” an alluring waltz. For a little time they listendd without speech, then the girl said very gravely: “You won't—you won't still feel bound to kill your enemies, will you, Samson 7" The man’s face hardened. “I belleve I'd rather not talk about that. 1 shall have to win back the confidence 1 have lost. 1 shal fisva to take a place at the head of my clan by proving myself a man--and & man by their own standards. It ia only at their head that I can lead them If the lives of a few aesassing have to be forfeited | shan't hesitate at that I shall stake my fairly. The end is worth it.’ “Drennie, 1 that if | succeed it is your There is no of thar ted “There 18 a way,” she contradic ‘You can thank by feeling “Then 1 do thank you.” The next afternoon Adrienne te tennis courts, “When you back to the go ing, "we might form a partnership Coal and Timber.’ “Five years ago 1 should have met ‘Now Horton, the Kentuckian. “I'l go with you, had just then arrived “And, by the way, Lescott, who fust as | left the studio” The mountaineer took the envelope Hixon postmark, and for an pression, It was rddressed in a fem! It was careful, but perfect partial comprehension on This i what he read: (TO BE CONTINUED) Tuberculosis Among Alaskan dians Has Been Laid at the Door of the “Paleface.” Emil Krulish, ts explained by Journal of the American Medical Asso clation as follows: “Tuberculosis is a comparatively new infection among Indians, be. stowed upon them by the benevolent Paleface along with firewater and cer. tain other blessings of civilization Among these blessingy must probably be counted scarlet fever, measles, in- fluenza, whooping cough and diphthe- ria. Not yet possessing the racial im- munity which it takes many genera. tions to scquire, the poor Indian suf. fers from them In greater degree than does the white, and more frequently dies of them. 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