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Mrs. E. F. Woolley was quite
sick this week.
C. B. Wood was a visitor to Mon
roe Sunday.
W. P. Reasons spent Wednesday
in El Dorado with friends.
F. W. Scott was a business visit
or to St. Louis this week.
Dr. Jesse Adams of Monroe was
in Huttig Thursday night.
D. A. Koasler and family visited
with relatives at Ruston, La., this
week. _
Mrs. G. S. Farmer and children
arrived here Monday from Dubach,
La. ___
Geo. S. Prestridge was over
from Shreveport this week on busi
ness. _
Mrs. V. C. Seaman and daughter
are home from a pleasant visit in
Monroe.
A girl was born to Mr. and Mrs.
N. S. Warmack early Monday
morning.
Miss Acel Estrada left Wednes
day for a week's visit with friends
at Randolph, La.
Mrs. L. M. Cartall arrived home
Sunday afternoon from a visit with
friends at Rayville, La.
G. D. Crews was here from Lit
tle Rock this week the guest of his
sister, Mrs. W. H. Jeffus.
I have a mixed car of Cotton.
Corn and Truck Fertilize for sale.
See S. R. Neel, Huttig, Ark.
H. D. Bowers of El Dorado, dis
trict deputy grandmaster of the
Masonic Grand lodge, is here hold
ing a school of instruction for the
members of Rowland lodge.
Women who read the statementr
of the wonderful cures that have
been affected by Feminena are
convinced that it cannot be praised
too highly. 6
In the Falkland Islands there are
five times as many men as women
Geographies have been in feminine
hands since this become known.
Word received from Rev. J. F.
Johnston and wife who carriec
their baby to Little Rock for exam
ination for fracture of the skuii
states that the little one's injuries
are not serious which will be gooc
news to all.
C. R. Duncan and J. R. Kerns,
delegates for Sweet Bay Camp
411.W.O. W., and Mrs. E. N.
Collett, delegate for the Woodmer
Circle, left Monday morning for
Jonesboro to attend the meeting cl
the state convention.
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Owing to slides at the Panama
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planned to take place in March
have been postponed until some
time in July when the Atlantic
fleet will pass through the water
way and all other ceremonie
planned for the event will be helc.
Statistics compiled by the United
States Geological Survey show that
copper is produced in 19 different
states ^nd Alaska. With the ex
ception only of Pennsylvania ana
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Maryland, the ores produced con
tains some silver, and in all but five
states gold also is contained in the
ores.
The United States patent office
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year 1914 yielded a surplus reve
nue of $251,000. an increase of
more than $1 14.000 over 1913.
Junction City News.
A. A. Couch and family visited
relatives at El Dorado the first of
; the week.
Bent Cooper was a business vis
itor to Wesson Camp Wednesday.
Mrs. C. A. Ely has been very
sick, but we are glad to report her
as very much improved.
Mrs. Odie Ursery and daughter.
Ruby Belle, of Prescott are here
the guests of her parents, Mr. and
Mrs. J. R. McDonald.
S. S. McCarver and M. C. Ivey
were business visitors at Haynes
ville this week.
Mrs. W. B. Cooper and children
visited her parents, Mr. and Mrs
A. Nelson, in the Bethel communi
ty the latter part of last week,
Mr. and Mrs. Sam Bailey are the
proud parents of a fine boy, born to
them last week.
G. C. Cater and family of north
of town visited in our city Sunday.
Mrs. Mayfield of Upland is here
the guest of her daughter, Mrs. W.
N. Elkins, and family.
We are sorry to report the se
rious illness of the baby of Mr. anc
Mrs. D. F. Kendrick.
Mrs. Carrie Colvin of Louisiana
is here visiting her cousin, W. B
Cooper, and family.
(The above was received toe
late for last week.)
Mesdames J. K. and J. E. Ram
sey left Wednescay for Shreveport
to visit with relatives.
Misses Ada Jarrell and Lois
Cray visited Mrs. D. 1. Simmons
md family at Wesson Thursday.
Mrs. C. A. Ely and grandson,
Carland, left Wednesday for Selma,
^a., to visit her daughter, Mrs. V.
Holcomb.
Miss Mary Kate Ford of Wesson
s visiting relatives here this week.
Misses Marjorie Johnson and
^hyllis Reynolds were guests o'
diss Sadie Johnson of Scotland
iunday.
Miss Pauline Johnson left Wed
lesday for Hot Springs on an ex
.ended visit.
Foster Couch was at El Dorado
.he latter part of last week.
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/& CHARLES NEVILLE BUCIC
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS FRO/A PHOTOGRAPHS
OF SCENES IN THE PI AY
SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I—On Misery creek, at the
foot of a rock from which he has fallen,
Sally Miller finds George Lescott, a land
scape puinter, unconscious, ^ul after re
viving him. goes tor assistance.
CHAPTER II—Samson South and Sally,
taking Lescott to Samson’s home, ar* met
by. Spicer South, head of the family, who
tells them that Jesse Purvy has been shot,
and that Samson is suspected of the
crime. Samson denies it.
CHAPTER ITT- The shooting of Jcsso
Purvy breaks the truce in the Hollman
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 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 VI—Lescott tries to per
suade Samson to go to New York with
him and develop his talent. Sally, loyal
but heartbroken, furthers Lescott's efforts
The dance at Wile McCagcr’s threatens
trouble to Samson and Lescott.
CHAPTER VII—At the dance Samson
tells the South * lun 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 Earbish.
sporty social parasite, and Horton’s ene
my.
CHAPTER X—Earbish sees Samson am
Drennie dining together unchaperoned at
the YY igwam roadhouse. He conspires
with others to make Horton jealous and
succeeds.
CHAPTER XT—Farbish brings Norton
and Samson together at t lie 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 ttie plot !
and thrashes the conspirators.
CHAPTER XTT—Samson is advised by i
his teachers to turn to portrait painting,
Drennie commissions him to paint her
portrait. Sally goes to school. Samson
goes to Paris to studv. Drennie finds in
Ills studio pictured evidence of his loyalty
to Sally. 1
CHAPTER XIII -Tamarack kills Jim
Asberry, is surrendered to the militia an.]
shot from ambush by a Hollman. The
feud is on again and tlie law helpless in
the face of murder. Sally sends for Sam
son.
Then he pulled the trigger! He did
not go down to Inspect his work. It
was not necessary. The instantaneous
fashion with which the head of the
ambuscader settled forward on its
face told him all he wanted to know.
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 oh.”
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
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 town he
won't never git into no co'te. He’ll be
murdered.”
The officer held out h;« hand.
"As man to man," he said. ! 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. I know their breed."
For a space old South looked into
the soldier’s eyes and the soldier
looked back.
“I’ll take yore handshake on thet
bargain,” said the mountaineer, grave
ly. “Tain’rack,” he added, in a voice
of finality, "ye've got ter go."
The officer had meant what he said.
He marched his prisoner into Ilixon
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
the creek. The next day, as old Spicer
South stood at the doer of his cabin,
a rifle barked from the hillside, and he
fell, shot through the left shoulder by
a bullet intended for his heart. All
this while the troops w'ere helplessly
camped at Hixon. They had power
and inclination to go 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
6wear out additional warrants.
A detail had rushed into Hollman’s
store an instant after the shot which
killed Tamarack was fired. Except for
a woman buying ? card of buttons and
a fair haired clerk waiting on her, they
found the building empty.
Back beyond, the hills were impene
trable, and answered no questions.
Old Spicer South would ten years
ago have put a bandage on his wound
and gone about his business, but now
he tossed under his patchwork quilt
and Brother Spencer expressed grave
doubts for his recovery. With his
j counsel unavailable Wile McCager, by
common consent, assumed something
like the powers of a regent and took
upon himself the duties to which Sam
son should have succeeded.
That a Hollman should have been
able to elude the pickets and penetrate
the heart of South territory to Spicer
South’s cabin was both astounding ana
alarming. The war was on without
question now, and there must be coun
cil. Wile McCager had sent out a sum
mons for the family heads to meet
that afternoon at his mill. It was Sat
urday—"mill day"—and in accordance
with ancient custom the lanes would
be more traveled than usual.
Those men who came by the wagon
road afforded no unusual spectacle,
for behind each saddle sagged a sack
of grain. Their faces bore no stamp
of unwonted excitement, but every
man balanced a rifle across his pom
mel. None the less, their purpose was
grim, and their talk when they had
gathered was to the point.
Old McCager. himself sorely per
plexed, voiced the sentiment that the
others had been too courteous to ex
press. With Spicer South bed ridden
and Samson a renegade, they had no
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 jog
ging into view, switching her fly-bitten
tail, and on the mare’s back, urging
him with a long, leafy switch, sat a
woman. Rehind her sagged the two
loaded ends of a corn sack She 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
come only ostensibly to have her corn
ground to meal. She had really come
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 McCager 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.”
As she entered the great half-lighted
room, where the mill stones creaked
on their cumbersome shafts, the hum
of discussion sank to silence. The
girl nodded to the mountaineers gath
ered in conclave, then, turning to the
•miller, she announced:
“I'm going to send for Samson.”
The statement was at first met with
dead silence, then came a rumble of
indignant dissent, but for that the
eirl was prepared, as slm was prepared
“Tam’rack, Ye’ve Got to Go.”
siege. They knew that every trail
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 sheriff,
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
I militiamen might be killed, but for
1 each of them the state had another.
‘ If Spicer would surrender, the officer
j 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 ap instinctive liking.
He was a man.
for the contemptuous laughter which |
followed.
"I reckon If Samron was here,” she
said, dryly, “you all wouldn’t think It
was quite so funny.”
Old Caleb Wiley spat through his
bristling beard, and his voice was a
quavering rumble.
"What we wants Is a man. We hain’t
got no use fer no traitors thet.’s too al
mighty damn busy doin’ fancy work
ter stand by their kith an’ kin.”
"That's a lie!” said the girl, scorn
fully. "There’s just one man living
that’s smart enough to match Jesse
Curvy—an’ that one man is Sam
son. Samson's got the right to lead
the Souths, and he's going to do it— et
he wants to.”
"Sally," Wile McCager spoke, sooth
| ingly, "don't go gittin’ mad. Caleb
! talks hasty. We knows ye used ter
: be Samson's gal, an' we hain’t aimin’
j ter hurt yore feelin's. Hut Samson's
| done left the mountings. 1 reckon
ef he wanted ter come hack, he'd
a-come afore now. bet him stay whar
| he's at."
; "Whar is he at?" demanded old Ca
leb Wiley, in a truculent voice,
j “That's his business,” Sally flashed
i back, "but I know. All I want to teli
i you is this. Don’t you make a move
' till I have time to get word to him. 1
tell you, he's got to have his say.”
“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
won’t yet tell us whar he is now?”
“That’s my business, too." Sally’s
voice was resolute. “I’ve got a letter
here—it'll take two days to get to
Samson. It’ll take him two or three
days more to get here. You’ve got to
wait a week.”
"Sally,” the temporary chieftain
spoke still in a patient, humoring sort
of voice, as to a tempestuous child,
“thcr hain’t no place ter mail a letter
nlgher then Hlxon. No South can’t
ride Inter Hlxon, an’ ride out again
The mail carrier won't be down this
way fer two days yit.”
“I’m not askin’ any South to ride
into Hixon. I recollect another time
when Samson was the only one that
would do that,” she answered, still
scornfully. “I didn't come here to ask
favors. I come to give orders—for
him. A train leaves soon In the morn
ing. My letter’s goln’ on that train."
“Who's goin’ ter take hit ter town
fer ye?”
“I’m goin’ to take it for myself."
Her reply was, given as a matter ol
course.
"That wouldn’t hardly be safe, Sal
ly,” the miller demurred; “this hain’t i
no time fer a gal ter be galavantin
around by herself in the night time
Hit’s a-comin up ter storm, an’ ye’ve
got thirty miles ter ride, an' thirty-five
back ter yore house.”
“I'm not scared,” she replied. “I’m
goin’ an' I’m warnin’ you now, if you
do anything that Samson don’t like
you'll have to answer to him, when he
comes.” She turned, walking very
erect and dauntless to her sorrel mare
and disappeared at a gallop.
“I reckon,” said Wile McCager,
breaking silence at last, “hit don’t
make no great dif’renre. He won’t
hardly come, nohow.” Then, he added:
“But thet boy is smart.”
***•*••
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 him. He was tasting
the novelty of being lionized.
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
singing tunefully and making love—
not too seriously.
Samson, tremendously busy these
days in a new studio of his own, had
run over for a week. Horton was, of
course, of the party. andxGeorge Les
cott was doing the honors as host.
One evening Adrienne left the danc
ers for the pergola, where she took
refuge under a mass of honeysuckle.
Samson South followed her. She
saw’ him coming, and smiled. She was
contrasting this Samson, loosely clad
in flannels, with the Samson she had
first seen rising awkwardly to greet
her in the studio.
“You should have staged Inside and
made yourself agreeable to the girls,"
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
itors?”
“I’ve been roaring,” laughed the
man. “I’ve just been explaining to
Miss Willoughby that we only eat the
people we kill in Kentucky on certain
days of solemn observance and sacri
fice. I wanted to be agreeable to you,
Drennie, 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 eloquent:
“‘Who hath desired the sea? Her ex- 1
cellent loneliness rather
Than the forecourts of kings, and her
uttermost pits than the streets
where men gather. . . .
His sea that his being fulfills?
So and no otherwise—so and no other
wise hillmen desire their hills.’ "
“And yet," she said, and a trace of
tire argumentative stole into her voice,
"you haven’t gone back.”
“No.” There was a note of self
reproach in his voice. “But soon I
shall go. At least, for a time. I’ve
been thinking 3 great deal jatelv about ,
‘my fluttered" folk and"~wlld.r Tm" Just
beginning to understand my relation
to them, and my duty.”
"Your duty is no more to go bark
\ there and throw away ymir life,” she
i found herself instantly contending,
i "than it is the duty of the young eagle,
j who has learned to fly, to go back to
the nest where he was hatched.”
“But, Drennie,” he said, gently, "sup
pose the young eagle is the only one
that knows how to fly—and suppose he
could teach the others? Don't you
see? I've only seen it myself for a
little while.”
"What is it that—that you see now?”
, "I must go back, not to relapse, but
to come to be a constructive force. I
must carry some of the outside world
to Misery. I must take to them, be
| cause I am one of them, gifts that
they would reject from other hands."
From the house came the strains of
an alluring waltz. For a little time
! they listened without speech, then the
girl said very gravely:
“You won’t—you won't still feel
bound to kill your enemies, will you,
Samson ?”
The man's face hardened.
“I believe I'd rather not talk about
that. I shall have to win back the
confidence I have lost. 1 shall have to
take a place at the head of my clan
by proving myself a man—and a man
by their own standards. It. is only
at their head that I can lead them.
If the lives of a few assassins have to
be forfeited I shan’t hesitate at that.
I shall stake my own against them
fairly. The end is worth it.”
The girl breathed deeply, then she
heard Samson’s voice again:
"Drennie, I want you to understand
that if I succeed it is your success.
You took me raw and unfashioned, and
you have made me. There is no way
of thanking you.”
"There is a way,” she contradicted.
"You can thank me by feeling juei
that way about it.”
“Then I do thank you.”
The next afternoon Adrienne and
Samson wete sitting with a gayly chat
tering group at the side lines of the
tennis courts.
“When you go back to the moun
tains, Samson,” Wilfred was suggest
ing. "we might form a partnership.
r
1
“The War'i On and My Hands Are
FreedF*
‘South, Horton Hr Co.. Development of
Coal an»i Timber.’ There are millions
In it.”
"Five years ago- I should have met
you with a Winchester rifle,” laughed
the Kentuckian. "Now I shall not.”
"I’ll go with you, Horton, and make
a skrtrh or two.” volunteered George
Lescott, who had just then arrived
from town. "And. by the way, Sam
son, here's a letter that came for you
just as I left the studio.”
The mountaineer took the envelope
with a, Hixon postmark, and for an
instant gazed at it with a puzzled ex
pression. It was addressed in a femi
nine hand, which he did not recognize.
It was careful, but perfect, writing,
such as one sees in a school copybook.
With an apology he tore the covering
and read the letter. Adrienne, glanc
ing at his face, saw it suddenly pale
and grow as set and hard as marble.
Samson’s eyes were dwelling with
onfv partial comprehension on the
script. This is what he read:
"Dear Samson: The war is on again:.
Tamarack Spicer killed Jim Asberry,
and the Hollmans have killed Tama
rack. Uncle Spicer is shot, but he
: may get well. There is nobody to lead
the Souths. I am trying to hold them
down until I hpar from you. Don't
come if you don’t want to—but the
gun is ready. With love,
"SALLY.”
| Slowly Samson South came to his
1 feet. His voice was in the dead-level
pitch which Wilfred had once before
heard. His eyes were as clear and
hard as transparent flint.
“I’m sorry to be of trouble, George,”
he said, quietly. “But you must get
me to New York at once—by motor.
I must take a train south tonight”
i "No bad news, I hope," suggested
Lescott. __ _ ____
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