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. relatives.
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Mrs. Lula Bentley of Ashland,
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WITH ILLUSTRATIONS FRO/A PHOTOGRAPHS
OF SCENES IN THE PLAY
S Y im u r s> i!».
CHAPTER I—On Misery creek, at the
foot of a rock from which lie has fallen,
Sally Miller finds George Lescott, a land
scape painter, unconscious, and after re
viving him, goes for assistance.
CHAPTER II—Samson South and K :ll>.
taking Lescott to Samson's home, are met
by Spicer South, head of the family, who
tells them that Jesse Purvv has been shot,
and that Samson is suspected of the
crime. Samson denies It.
CHAPTER III—The shooting of Jesse
Purvy breaks the truce in the Hollman
South feud.
CHAPTER IV—Samson reproves Tama
rack Spicer for telling Sally that Jlin
llollman is on the trail with bloodhounds
hunting the man who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER V—The bloodhounds lose the
trail at Spicer South’s door. Lescott dis
covers artistic ability in Samson. While
sketching with Lescott on the mountain.
Tamarack discovers Samson to a Jeering
crowd of mountaineers. Samson thrashes
him and denounces him as the "truce
buster" who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER VJ—Lescott tries to per
suade Samson to go to New York with,
him and develop his talent. Stilly, loyal
but heartbroken, furthers I.cscott'S efforts.
Tile dance at Wile McOager's threatens
trouble to Samson and Lescott.
CHAPTER VII—At the dance Samson
tellB tile South clan he is going to leave
the mountains. Lescott goes home to
New York. Samson bids Spicer and Sally
farewell and follows.
CHAPTER IX—Prompted by her love,
Sally teaches herself to write. Horton
throws himself into the business world
and becomes well hated by predatory
financiers and politicians. At a Bohemian
resort Samson meets William Farbish,
sporty social parasite, and Horton's ene
my.
“It was not,” said Samson, prompt
ly. Farbish looked his surprise, but
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 table.
“Where did you meet that man?”
demanded Samson, fiercely, 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, looking
very directly at the Kentuckian, in
quired, “And where did you meet
Irim?”
"Didn't you hear him say the Man
hattan club?”
“Yes, and I knew that he was ly
ing."
“Yes, he was!" Samson spoke, con
temptuously. "Never mind where it
was. It was a place I gov out of when
I found out who were there."
The chauffeur came to announce
that the cur was ready, and ihey
went out Farbish watched them with
promptly in the police court. Now,
in less than a year, he's pairing off
i with Adrienne Lescott—who. every
| one supposed, meant to marry Wilfred
Horton, This little party tonight is,
i 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
i Kenmore Shooting cluo requested Wil
fred Horton’s resignation yet?"
"Not yet. We are going to. He's
1 not congenial, since his hand is raised
against every man who owns more
than two dollars.” The speaker owned
I 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 we? We
don’t want anarchists in the Ken
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 it," 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, I
think. Til take care of South. Now,
it's up to you to have Horton there
at the same time.”
“How do you know these men have
not already met—and amicably?” de
manded Mr. Bradburn.
"1 happen to know it, quite by
chance. It is my business to know
things—quite by chance!”
*******
Indian summer came again to >
Misery, flaunting woodland banners of !
crimson and scarlet orange, but to I
Sally the season brought only heart- I
achy remembrances of last autumn,
when Samson had softened his stoi
cism as the haze had softened the hori
zon. He had sent her a few brief let
ters—not written, but plainly printed.
He selected Bhort words—as much
! like the primer as possible, for no
I other messages could she road. There
I 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 he had made, and
how this friendship made him more
able to realize that other feeling—
■ his love for Sally There was in his
mind no suspicion—as yet—that these
two girls might ever stand in conflict
as to the right of-way. Hut 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—and those
he always included.
The Widow Miller had been ailing
for months, and, though the local
physician diagnosed the condition as
being "right porely,” he knew that the
specter 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 bowlder, and
study.
She would not be able to write that
Christmas letter. There had been too
many interruptions in the self-imparted
education, but some day she would
write. There would probably be
time enough It would take even Sam
son a long while to become aw artist.
One day. as she was walking home
ward from her lonely try sting place
she met thp battered-looking man who
carried medicines in his saddlebags
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 pommel.
“Evenin’, Sally," he greeted.
“Evenin’, Brother Spencer. How air
ye?”
“Tol'sble, thank ye, Sally." The
body and-soul mender studied the girl
i awhile in silence, and then said blunt
ly:
‘Ye’ve done broke right smart, in
. !he 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 instinctive
blitheness rippled into it.
"I've jest come fr< in old Spicer
South's,” volunteered the doctor.
‘He's ailin' pretty consid'able, these
days."
“What's the matter with Cne’ Spi
cer?” demanded the girl, in genuine
anxiety. Every one along Misery
called the old man Hnc' Spicer.
"I can't jest make out." Her in
former spoke slowly, and Ills brow cor
rugated into something like sullen
ness. "He ain't jest to say sick. Thet
ia. his organs seems all right, but he
dou't 'pear to have no heart fe? nothin',
"I Was Thinking of My People.”
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 letter-per
fect where one to the manor born
might have sluri 3d some detail.
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
plutocratic 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.
When Horton had begun his cru
sade against various abuses, he had
cast a suspicious eye on all matters
through which he could trace the trail
of William Farbish, and now, when
Farbish saw Horton, he eyed him with
an enigmatical expression, half-quiz
zical 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. Farbish took
his cigar from his lips, and studied
its ascending smoko through lids half
closed and thoughtful.
‘‘Singular,” he mused; “very singu
lar!” ,
“What's singular?" impatiently de
manded his companion. "Finish, or
don’t start."
“That mountaineer came up here
as1 George Lescott’s protege." went
on Farbish, reflectively. "He came
fresh from the feud belt, and landed
and his victuals don’t tempt him none.
He's jest puny, thet’s all.”
"I'll 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
at the house of old Spicer South, and
her coming seemed to waken him Into
a fitful 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 fiercely. "I knows ye mean hit
i kindly, Sally, but don't ye meddle In
| my business.”
“I—I didn't 'low ter meddle,” fal
i tered the girl.
"No, little gal.” His voice softened
at once into gentleness. “I knows
j ye didn't. I didn't mean ter be short
answered with ye either, but thar's
Jest one thing I won’t low nobody
ter do—an' thet’s ter send fer Samson,
lie knows the road home, an', when
he. wants ter come, he'll find the door
open, but we hain’t a-goin’ ter send
atter him.”
* * * * * * *
Wilfred Horton found himself that
fall in the position of a man whose
course lies through rapids, and for
the first time in his life his pleasures
| were giving precedence to business.
Horton was the most-hated and most
I admired 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
r
"Don't You Do HI*."
lion. But, in some fashion, he must
be silenced. Society had not cast
him out, but society had shown him
in many subtie ways that he was no
longer her favorite. He had taken a
plebeian 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 the telephone to ride
with him the following morning.
"1 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 I shouldn't
have to lose everything. Don't have
your horse brought. I want you to
try out a new one of mine.”
"I think,” she answered, “that early
morning is the best time to ride. I'll
meet you at seven at the Plaza en
trance."
They had turned the upper end of
the reservoir before Horton drew his
mount to a walk, and allowed the reins
o hang. They had been galoping
hard, and conversation had been im
practicable.
"1 suppose experience should have
taught me,” began Horton, slowly,
that the most asinine thing in the
world is to try to lecture you, Drennie.
But there are times when one must
*ven risk your delight at one's dis
comfiture." ,
"I'm not going to tease you this
morning," she answered, docilely. "I
ike the horse too well—and, to be
trank, I like you too well!”
Thank you," smiled Horton. "As
usual you disarm me on the verge
of combat. I had nerved myself for
ridicule."
“What have I 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
I ficularly 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 scarcely a gentleman,
however much lie may be a man. And
malicious tongues are wagging."
The girl stiffened.
“I won't spar with you. I know that
you are alluding to Samson South,
though the description is a slander.
I never thought it would be necessary
to snjl such a thing to you. Wilfred,
but you are talking like a cad."
The young man flushed.
"1 laid myself open to that," he said,
slowly, "and I suppose I should have
expected It. God knows 1 hate cads
and snob*. Mr. Sodth la almplv, as
yet, 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."
‘‘So, that's the specific charge, is
It?”
‘‘Yes, that’s the specific charge Mr.
South may be a man ot 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! But the fact that
you did care to go with him indicates
an Influence over you which is new.
, You have not sought the bohemian
and unconventional phases of life with
your other friends. There is no price
under heaven I would not pay for
your regard. None the less. I repeat
that, at the present moment, I can
, see only two definitions for this moun
j taineer. Either he is a bounder, or
else he is so densely ignorant and
churlish that he is unfit to associate
with you.”
"I make no apologies for Mr. South.”
she said, “because none are needed.
He Is a stranger in New York, who
knowB nothing, and cares nothing
about the conventionalities. If I chose
to waive them. I think it was my right
and my responsibility.”
Horton said nothing, and. in a mo
ment Adrienne Lescott’s manner
changed. She spoke more gently:
“Wilfred, I’m sorry you choose to
take this prejudice against the boy.
You could have done a great deal to
help him. I wanted you to be friends.”
“Thank you!” His manner was
stiff. “I hardly think we'd hit it off
together.”
"I believe you are jealous!" she
announced.
“Of course. I’m jealous,” he replied,
without evasion. “Possibly, I might
have saved time in the first place by
avowing my jealousy. I hasten now
to make amends. I’m green-eyed.”
She laid her gloved fingers lightly
on his bridle hand.
"Don't be.” she advised; “I’m not in
love with him. If I were, it wouldn’t
matter. He has
“ ‘A neater, sweeter maiden,
“ ‘In a greener, cleaner land.’
He’s told me all about her.”
Horton shook his head, dubiously.
“I wish to the good Lord, he'd go
jack to her," he said.
CHAPTER XI
One after,’''on. swinging along Fifth
avenue in his down-town walk. Sam
son met Mr. Farblsh. who fell into
step with him, and began to make
conversation.
"Ry tho vsv. South," he suggested
;. after the commonplaces had been dis
j V ' "you’ll pardon my little pre
....uua the other evening about
having met you at the Manhattan
club?”
“Why was It necessary?" inquired
Samson, with a glance of disquieting
directness.
“Possibly, it was not necessary,
merely politic. Of course," he laughed,
“every man knows two kinds of
women. It’s Just as well not to dis
cuss the nectarines with the orchids,
or the orchids with the nectarines.”
Samson made no response. Rut
Farbish, meeting his eyes, felt as
though he had been contemptuously
rubuke.d. His own eyes clouded with
an impulse of resentment. Rut It
passed, as he remembered that his
plans Involved the necessity of win
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 on.
Rut when, a day or two later, he
dropped into the same club with
George Lescott, Farbish joined them
in the grill—without invitation.
"By the way, Lescott,” said the
Interloper, with an easy assurance
upon which the coolness of his re
ception had no seeming effect, ‘MJt.
won’t be long now until ducks at**
flying south. Will you get oft for your
customary shooting?"
"I'm afraid not.” Lescott’s voice be*
came more cordial, as a men's will,
whose hobby has been touched. "There
are several canvases to be finished
for approaching exhibitions. I wish
I could go. When the first cold winds
begin to sweep down, I get the fever.
The prospects are good, too, I under-.
Uand.”
"The best In years! Protection ft*
the Canadian breeding fields is bear
ing fruit. Do you shoot ducks, Mr.
South?" The speaker included Sam
son as though merely out of defer* nee
to his physical presence.
Samson shook his head. But. he
was listening eagerly. He too. knew
that note of the migratory "honk",
from high overhead.
| "Samson," said Lescott slnwlv. ^
; he caught the glpam In his fr> g
eyes, “you've beep working to^ hard
You'll have to take a week. r»ft, andl
try your hand. After you've changed
your method from rifle to shotgun,
you’ll bag your Fhare, and you'll come
i back Utter for work. I must arrange
It.”
"As to that," suggested Farbish.
In the manner of one regarding tln>,
civilities, "Mr. South can run dow*
to the Kenmore I'll have a card m«*ge»
out for him."
"Don’t trouble,” demurred Lescott*
coolly, “I can fix that up."
CONTINUED IN NaXT lasTJhl
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