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,
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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
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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.”
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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’
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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,
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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.
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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
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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
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“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
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"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
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that afternoon at his mill
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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.”
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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 :
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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 |
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in flannels, with the Samson she had |
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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
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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. Then there are the
overcrowding and the unsanitary con
ditions prevailing in most of the homes
of tuberculosis sufferers; while at
least this much good arises from their
misfortune that after the disease is
well developed In them its progress
{unless they are well cared for) is
rapid, and death removes what would
otherwise remater » wenacing focus
of infection.”
Tuberculosis war one of the chief
causes of the dying out of the In
dians all over North America
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“Thomas Atkins” js a newcomer
compared with “Jack Tar” of the senior
service. “Jack Tar” as a nickname for
a sailor is first recorded in 1798, but
sailors were known as “tars” for more
than a hundred years before that The
name already appears in literature In
the latter half of the seventeenth cen
tury. “Tar” may be short for “tar
paulin.” Sallors were ealled “tarpan
lins™ early in the seventeenth century.
Tarpaulin, of course, is canvas tarred
to make it waterproof, and the satlors’
hat made of that material, something
like a sou'-wester, was called a tar
paulin. However that may be, British
sallors have been “honest tars,” “Jolly
tars” and “gallant tars” for 200 years,
There is more steel and oll about =
modern battleship than tarry rope.
perhaps, but probably Jack will remain
Jack Tar for another hundred years
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Nevwes from Italie, Germanie, France,
and other places,” is as curious as its
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