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Price $1.00. 1
Tom Green was at Lawson
Wednesday visiting his father who
is quite sick.
C. T. Thompson, F. W. Scott and
G. C. Pyle were court visitors Wed
nesday at El Dorado.
Mrs. T. B. Weaver arrived home
Tuesday from a week's visit with
friends in Monroe.
Ernest Marony was up from
Marion; La., Sunday visiting his
sister, Mrs. H. P. Heard, and family
David Snediker and wife who
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J. E. Sims and wife arrived home
Thursday from Utility, La., where
they attended the funeral of Mrs.
Sims’ mother, Mrs. S. A. Ryan,
who died at the age of 77 years.
The First National Bank on
Monday sold W. H. James of El
Dorado who represents the Lessor
Goldman Cotton Co., 97 bales of
cotton at 8 cents per pound.
W". H. Wheler and wife were
Little Rock visitors this week.
Mr. Wheler returning Tuesday but
Mrs. Wheler will remain several
weeks under the care of a special
ist.
Arthur Townsend and wife were
here Saturday from Arkansas City
visiting friends and relatives. He
was subpoened before the grand
jury and went to El Dorado Mon
day morning.
E. L. Adams and wife returnee
to Huttig Tuesday from Pike City
Mr. Adams will succeed E. R. Fore
as timekeeper and Mr. Ford wili
become invoice clerk in the general
office of the Union Saw Mill Co.
Judge W. M. Van Hook of El
Dorado died at a hospital in Little
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The Taormina Trio, the las'
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lyceum course appeared at Union
church Saturday night, March 2C.
and rendered a very pleasing pro
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reader, being the best of the seas
on and Mr. Gullatto proved to be
an expert violinist.
The volume of the saline matter
in the ocean is somewhat more
than 265.956,133,600.000 cubic
feet, according to the Unitec
States Geological Survey, oi
enough to cover the entire surface
of the United States, including
Alaska, 8,448 feet deep.
Rattlesnake venom as a cure for
epilepsy is a failure, according to a
report of the sup mintendent of the
Kansas state hospital for epilep
tics. In two of the six cases that
were treated for t a/o months the
report says the number of attacks
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was made greater, another was un
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patient became so alarming that
the treatment had to be abandoned
The dogs well-known keen
sense of smell is of great service to
him and hife master. In addition
to the olfactory or smelling nerves
which have their termini inside the
dog's nostrils the entire area of the
black membrane around his nose is
very sensitive. This sensitive
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the membrane is moist and it is na
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that makes the dog's nose always
cold and clammy.
It is estimated that in 1914
more than five and a half tons of
coal were consumed per capiia in
this country. Half a century ago
only about a ton was consumed
per capita. This big increase in
fuel consumption is taken as a
measure of the country industrial
growth and it indicates tremendous
progress in manufacturing, trans
portation. etc. Naturally the price
of coal has advanced as the de
mand for it has grown and as it
continues to be consumed in^in
c^easing quantities the price will
continue to mount hiffher.
Wireless Waves Bother Birds.
Wireless telegraphy has done much
for us. and probably—or rather, surely
will—do a great deal more for the
benefit of humanity at large. Hut, if
they could speak, many birds would
probably tell you that they don’t ap
prove of this new invention in the
least. For in the parts of th» world
where there are a large number of
wireless stations observations have
been made which seem to indicate that
birds are disturbed in a very curious
way by the wireless waves. The un
offending seagull is one of the chief
sufferers, as also is the harmless
dove. This strange state of things is
attributed in some way to an efTect
of the ether waves, though how it is
brought about is not yet understock.—
Answers.
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Of the criminal court, London, the
acoustic propertied are r.ot so perfect
as they might be. and there is a decid
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ago Judge Rentoul sentenced a pris
oner to six months' hard labor. When
the judgment was passed “Six months
hard labor" was echoed from the bad
>f the court. The prisoner turned tc
.he warder by his side and inquired
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CHAPTER I—-On Misery creek, at the |
foot of a rock from which he has fall-m,
Sally Miller finds George Lescott, a land- j
scape painter, unconscious, and after re
viving him, goes for assistance.
CHAPTER II—Samson South and Sallv
taking Lescott to Samson's home, are met
by Spicer South, head of the family, who
tells them that Jesse Purvy has been shot,
and that Samson is suspected of the 1
crime. Samson denies it.
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CHAPTER III—The shooting of Jesse
Purvy breaks the truce in the Hollman- j
South feud.
CHAPTER tV—Samson reproves Tama
rack Spicer for telling Sally that Jim
Hollman is on the trail with bloodhounds
hunting the man who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER V—The bloodhounds logo the i
trail at Spicer South’s door. Lescott dis- ;
covers artistic ability in Samson. While
sketching with Lescott on tie mountain.
Tamarack discovers Samson to a jeering
crowd of mountaineers. Samson thrashes
him and denounces him as the "truce
buster” who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER VI—Lescott tries to per
suade Samson to go to New York with
him and develop his talent. Sally, loyal
hut heartbroken, furthers L# scott’s efforts.
The dance at Wile McCager’s threatens
trouble to Samson and Lescott.
CHAPTER VII—At the dance Samson
tells the South clan he is going to leave
the mountains. Lescott goeg 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.
CHAPTER X—Farbish sees Samson and
Drennie dining together unehaperoned ac
the Wigwam roadhouse. He conspires
with others to make Horton jealous and
succeeds.
CHAPTER XI—Farbish brings Norton
and Samson together at the Kenmore
club’s shooting lodge, and forces an open
rupture, expecting Samson to kill Horton |
and so rid the political and financial thugs
of the crusader. Samson exposes the plot
and thrashes the conspirators
CHAPTER XII— Samson is advised by
his teachers to turn to portrait painting.
Drennie commissions him to paint iter
portrait. Sally goes to school. Samson
goes to Paris to study. Drennie finds in
his studio pictured evidence of his loyalty
to Sally.
CHAPTER XTIT—Tamarack kills Jim
Asberry, is surrendered to th<* militia and
shot from ambush by a Hollman. The
feud Is on again and the law helpless in
the face of murder. Sally sends for Sam
son.
CHAPTER XIV—Samson goes home,
catches Aaron Hollis in the act of mur
dering Jesse Purvy and kills him. He !
goes to Sallie. Captain C&llomb hears of
the killings.
There was passing before his eyes
is he stood there, pausing, a pano
rama much vaster than any he had
been able to conceive when last he
stood there. He was seeing in review |
the old life and the new, lurid with
contrasts, and, as the pictures of '
hings thousands of miles away rose i
before his eyes as clearly as the ser
ried backbone of the ridges, he was
comparing and settling for all time
the actual values and proportions of
the things in his life.
He saw the streets of Paris and
New York, brilliant under their
strings of opalescent lights; the
Champs Elysecs ran its smooth, tree
trimmed parquetry from the Place de
Concorde to the Arc de Triomphe, and
the chatter and music of its cafes rang
n his ears. The ivory spaces of Rome,
from the Pincian hill, where his fancy
saw almond trees in bloom, to the
Piazza Venezia, spread their eternal
story before his imagination. He saw
buses and hansoms string through
the mud and fog of London and the
endless pot-pourri of Manhattan. All
the things that the outside world had
to offer; all that had ever stirred his
pulses to a worship of the beautiful,
the harmonious, the excellent rose in
exact value. Then he saw again the
sunrise as it would be tomorrow morn
ing over these ragged hills. He saw
the mists rise and grow wisp-like, and
the disk of the sun gain color, and all
the miracles of cannoning tempest
and caressing palm—and, though he
had come back to fight, a wonderful
peace settled over him, for he knew
that, if he must choose these, his na
tive hills, or all the rest, he would
forego all the rest. And Sally—
Would she be changed? His heart
was hammering wildly now. Sally
had remained loyal. It was a mir
acle, but it was the one thing that
counted. He was going to her, and
nothing else mattered.
He lifted his head and sent out a
long, clear whippoorwill call, which
quavered on the night much like the
other calls in the black hills around
him. After a moment he went nearer,
in the shadow' of a poplar and re
peated the call.
Then the cabin door opened. Its
jamb framed a patch of yellow candle
light, and, at the center, a slender
silhouetted figure, in a fluttering, eager
attitude of uncertainty. The figure
turned slightly to one side, and, as it
did so, the man saw clasped in her
right hand the rifle, which had been
his mission, bequeathed to her in trust.
She hesitated, and the man, invisible
in the shadow, once more imitated the
bird note, but this time it was so low'
and soft that it seemed the voice of a
whispering whippoorwill.
Then, with a sudden glad little cry,
she came running with her old fleet
grace down to the road. _ _
Samson had vaulted the stile and |
stood in the full moonlight. As he ;
saw her coming he stretched out his j
arms and his voice broke from his
throat in a half-hoarse, passionate cry: i
‘•Sally!”
It was the only word he could have
spoken just then, but it w-s all that
was necessary. It told her everything. •
It. was an outburst from a heart too
full of emotion to grope after speech, [
the cry of a man for the One Woman
who alone can call forth an inflection
more eloquent than phrases and po
etry. And, as she came into his out- j
stretched arms as straight and direct
as a homing pigeon, they closed about
her in a convulsive grip that held her
straining to him, almost crushing her
in tjie tempest of iris emotion.
For a time there was no speech, but
to each of them it seemed that their \
tumultuous heartbeating must sound
above the night music, and the teleg- !
raphy of heartbeats tells enough j
Later they would talk, but now. with [
a gloriously wild sense of being to- |
gether, with a mutual intoxication of 1
joy because all that they had dreamed
was true, and all that they had feared
was untrue, they stood there under
the skies c'asping each other—with
the rifle between their breasts. Then
as he held her close, he wondered
that a shadow of doubt could ever
have existed He wondered if, except
In seme nightmare of hallucination, it
had ever existed.
The flutter of her heart was like
that of a rapturous bird, and the play
of her breath on his face like the
fragrance of the elder blossoms.
These were their stars twinkling
overhead* These were their hills, and
their moon was smiling on their trvi-t
He had gone and seen the worlr
that lured him; he had met its difll
cutties and faced its puzzles. He aaO
“I Have No Promises to Take Back.”
even felt his feet wandering at the
last from the path that led back to
her, and now, with her lithe figure
close held in his embrace, and her
red-brown hair brushing his temples,
he marveled how such an instant of
doubt could have existed. He knew
only that the silver of the moon and
the kiss of the breeze and the clasp
of her soft arms about his neck were
all parts of one great miracle And
she, who had waited and almost de
spaired, not taking count of what she
had suffered, felt her kneee grow
weak, and her head grow dizzy with
sheer happiness, and wondered if it
were not too marvelous to be true.
And, looking very steadfastly into his
eyes, she saw there the gleam that
once had frightened her; the gleam
that spoke of something stronger and
more compelling than his love. It no
longer frightened her, but made her
soul sing, though it was more intense
than it had ever been before, for now
she knew that it was she herself who
brought it to his pupils—and that
nothing would ever be stronger.
Cut they had much to say to each
other, and, finally, Samson broke the
silence:
"Did ye think I wasn't a-coming
back, Sally?" he questioned, softly. At
that moment he had no realization
that his tongue had ever fashioned
smoother phrases. And she, too, who
had been making war on crude idioms,
forgot, as she answered:
“Ye done said ye was cornin'.” Then
she added a happy lie: "I knowed
plumb shore ye’d do hit.”
Alter a while she drew away and
said, slowly:
“Samson, I've done kept the old
rifle-gun ready fer ye. Ye said ye'd
need it bad when ye come back, an’
I’ve took care of it.”
She stood there holding it, and her
voice dropped almost to a whisper as
she added:
“It’s been a lot of comfort to me
sometimes, because it was your’n. I
knew if ye stopped keerin’ fer me ye
wouldn’t let me keep it—an’ as long
as I had it I—” She broke off, and
the fingers of one hand touched the*
weapon caressingly.
The man knew many things now
that he had not known when he said
good-by. lie recognized iiy the very
gesture with which she stroked the
old walnut stock the pathetic heart
hunger of a nature which had been
denied the fulfillment of its strength,
and which had been bestowing on an
inanimate object something that
might almost have been the stirring
of the mother instinct for a child.
Now, thank God, her life should never
lack anything that a flood-tide of love
could bring to it. He bent his head
in a mute sort of reverence.
After a long while they found time
for the iess wonderful things.
“I got your letter," he said, Seriously,
‘‘and 1 came at once.” As he began
to speak of concrete facts he dropped
aeain into ordinary English and did I
not know that he had changed his !
manner of speech.
For an Instant Sally looked up Into
h;s face, then with a sudden laugh,
she informed him;
"I can say 'isn't' instead of 'hain't,' i
too. How- did you like iny writing?”
He held her off at arm’s length and 1
looked at her pridefully, but under his j
gaze her eyes fell and her face flushed
with a sudden diffidence and a new
shyness of realization. She wore a
calico dress, but at her throat was '
a soft little bow of ribbon. She was
no longer the totally unself-conscious
wood nymph, though as natural and in
stinctive as in other days. Suddenly
she drew away from him a little, and
her hands went slov ly to her breast
and rested there. She was fronting
a great crisis, but, in the first flush of
joy she had forgotten it. She had
spent lonely nights struggling for rudi
ments; she had sought and fought to
refashion herself, so that, if he came,
he need not be ashamed of hei». And
now he had come and. with a terrible
clarity and distinctness, she realized
how pitifully little she had been able
to accomplish. Would she pass mus
ter? She stood there before him,
frightened, self-conscious and palpi
tating, then her voice came In a whis
per:
“Samson, dear. I’m not holdin’ you
to any promise. Those things we said
were a long time back. Maybe we'd
better forget 'em now and begin all
over again."
But again he crushed her in his
arms and his voice rose triumphantly:
■'Sally, I have no promises to take
back, and you have made none that
I'm ever going to let you rake back—
not while life lasts!”
Hei laugh was the delicious mus’c
if happint ss
"1 don’t want to take them back,"
*he said. Then, suddenly, she added
importantly. ‘T wear shoes anti stock
ings now, and I've been to school a lit
tle. I’m awfully—awfully ignorant,
Samson, but I’ve started, and I reckon
you can teach me.”
His voice choked. Then, her hands
strayed up, and clasped themselves
about his head.
“Oh, Samson,” she cried, as though
someone had struck her, “you've cut
yore ha’r.”
“It wfll grow again,” he laughed.
Hut he wished that he had not had to
make that excuse. Then, being hon
est. he told her all about Adrienne Les
cott—iKen ahout how, after he be
lieved that he had been outcast by his
uncle and herself, he had had his mo
ments of doubt. Now that it was all so
clear, now that there could never be
doubt, he wanted the woman who had
been so true a friend to know the girl
whom he loved. He loved them both,
but was in love with only one. He
wanted to present to Sally the friend
who had ma<je him, and to the friend
who had made him the Sally of whom
he was proud. He wanted to tell
Adrienne that now he could answer
her question—that each of them meant
to the other exactly the same thing;
they were friends of the rarer sort,
who had for a .little time been in dan
ger of mistaking their comradeship for
paseion
,As they talked, sitting on the stile,
Sally hpld the rifle across her knees.
Except for their own voices and the
soft chorus of night sounds, the hills
were wrapped in silence—a silence as
soft as velvet Suddenly, in a pause,
there came to the girl's ears the crack
ing of a twig in the woods. With the
old, instinctive training of the moun- j
tains she leaped noiselessly down, and
for an instant stood listening with
intent ears. Then, in a tow, tense
whisper, as she thrust the gun into
the man's hands, she cautioned:
“Git out of sight Maybe they’ve
done found out ye’ve come back—
maybe they’re trailin’ ye!"
With an instant shock she remem
bered wliat mission had brought him
back, and what was his peril; and he,
too, for whom the happiness of the
moment had swallowed up other
things, came back to a recognition of
facts. Dropping into the old wood
craft, he melted out of sight into the
shadow, thrusting the girl behind him,
and crouched against the fence, throw
ing the rifle forward, and peering into |
the shadows. As he stood there, bal
ancing the gun once more in his
hands, old instincts began to stir, old
battle hunger to rise, and old realiza
tions of primitive things to assault
him. Then, when they had waited
w ith bated breath until they were both
reassured, he rose and swung the
stock to his shoulder several times.
With something like a sigh of con
tentment, he said, half to himself:
“Hit feels mighty natural ter throw
this old rifle-gun up. I reckon maybe
I kin still shoot hit.”
“I learned some things down there
at school, Samson,” said the girl, slow
ly, “and I wish—I wish you didn't have
to use this.”
“Jim Asberry is dead," said the man
gravely.
“Yes,” she echoed, "Jim Asberry's
dead.” She stopped there* Ygl* her
•fgn completed the sentence as though
she had added, "but he was only one of
several. Your vow went farther."
After a moment's pause, Samson
added:
"Jesse Purvy’s dead.”'
The girl drew back, with a fright
ened gasp. She knew what this meant,
or thought she did.
“Jesse Purvy!” she repeated. "Oh,
Samson, did ye—?” She broke ofT, and
covered her face with her hands.
“No, Sally,” he told her. “I didn’t
have to.” He recited the day’s occur
rences, and they sat together on the
stile, until the moon had sunk to the
ridge top.
Capt. Sidney Callomb. who had been
dispatched In command of a militia
company to quell the trouble in the
mountains, should have been a soldier
by profession. All his enthusiasms
were martial. Hie precision was mili
tary. His cool eye had a note of com
mand which made itself obeyed. He
had a rare gift of handling men, which
made them ready to execute the im
possible. But the elder Callomb had
trained his son to succeed him at the
head of a railroad system, and the
young man had philosophically under
taken to satisfy his military ambitions
with State Guard shoulder straps.
The deepest sorrow and mortifica
tion he had ever known was that which
came to him when Tamarack Spicer,
his prisoner of war and a man who had
been surrendered on the strength of
his personal guaranty, had been as
sassinated before his eyes. In some
fashion, he must make amends He
realized, too. and it rankled deeply,
that his men were not being genuinely
used to serve the state, but as instru
ments of the Hollmans, and he had
seen enough to distrust the Hollmans.
Here, in Hixon, he was seeing things
from only one angle. He meant to
learn something more impartial.
Besides being on duty as an officer
of militia, Callomb was a Kentuckian,
interested 1n the problems of his com
monwealth. and. when he went back,
he knew that his cousin, who occupied
the executive mansion at Frankfort,
would be interested In his suggestions.
The governor had ask«d him to report
his Impressions, and he meant to, af
ter analyzing them.
So, smarting under his impotency,
Captain Callomb came out of his tent
one morning, and strolled across the
curved bridge to the town proper. He
knew that the grand jury was conven
ing, and he meant to sit as a spectator
in the courthouse and study proceed
ings when they were Instructed,
But before he reached the court
nouse, where for a half-hour vet the
cupola bell would not clang out its
summons to veniremen and witnesses,
he found fresh fuel for his wrath.
He was not a popular man with
these clansmen, though involuntarily
he had been useful in leading their vic
tims to the slaughter. There was a
scowl In his eyes that, they did not
like, and an arrogant hint of iron laws
in. the livery he wore, which their in
stincts distrusted.
Callomb saw without being told that
over the town lay a sense of por
tentous tidings. Faces were more
sullen than usual. Men fell into scowl
ing knots and groups. A clerk at a
store where he stopped for tobacco
inquired as he made change:
"Heerd the news, stranger?” I
"What news?”
“This here 'Wildcat' Samson South
come back yistiddy, an’ last evenin’
towards sundown, Jesse Purvy an’
Aaron Hollis was shot dead.”
For an instant, the soldier stood
looking at the young clerk, his eyes
kindling into a wrathful blaze. Then,
he cursed under his breath. At the
door, he turned on his heel:
"Where can Judge Smithers be
found at this time of day?" he de
manded.
CHAPTER XV.
The Honorable Abe Smlthers was
not the regular judge of the circuit
which numbered Hixon among its
county seats. The elected incumbent
was ill, and Smlthers had been named
as his pro-tem. successor. Callomb
climbed to the second story of the
frame bank building and pounded loud
ly on a door, which bore tne boldly
typed shingle:
“Asa Smithers. Attorney-at-Law."
The temporary judge admitted a
visitor in uniform, whose countenance,
was stormy with Indignant protest..
The judge himself was placid and smil
ing. The lawyer, who was for the tintei
being exalted to the bench, hoped to
ascend it more permanently by the
voteB of the Hollman faction, since
only Hollman votes were counted He
was a young man of powerful physique
with a face ruggedly strong and hon
est
Callomb stood for a moment inside
the door and when he spoke it was to
demand crisply:
“Well, what are you going to do
about it?"
"About what, captain?" inquired i.he>
other, mildly.
Is it possible you haven't nearrt?
Since yesterday noon two murders
have been added to the holocaust Y'ou
represent the courts of law. I repre
sent the military arm of the state Are
we going to stand by and see this go
on ?”
The judge shook his head, and his
visage was sternly thoughtful and
hypocritical. He did not mention that
he had just come from conference
with the Hollman leaders. He did not:
explain that the venire he had drawn
from the jury drum had borne a singu
larly solid Hollman complexion.
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