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h Local News of the Week.
ii
Mrs. L. F. Magee spent Monday
in El Dorado.
C. C. Bell of Monroe was here
Tuesday.
Mrs. J. R. Kerns arrived home
Sunday from a visit at Monroe.
J. K. Barksdale of West Monroe
was here visiting friends Saturday.
M. L. Phillips visited his son, W.
F.. at Whelen Springs the first of
the week.
Miss Gladys Gibson has accepted
a position as saleslady in the Union
Saw Mill store.
C. A. Campbell and J. G. Tucker
were visitors at Marion, La., last
Sunday afternoon.
Mrs. J. W. Perritt and son visit
ed with her parents near Collin
ston. La., the first of the week.
“Pete” Petterson was confined
to his room a few days this week
on account of an attack of grippe.
Feminena For Women is unex
celled in quality. At the Union
Saw Mill Co. 2
Mrs. C. H. Lucas ar d daughter.
Romaine, of Jeffries. La., are here
the guests of A. E. Lucas and fam
ily- __
Miss Sadie Tucker of Strong was
the charming guest of Misses Bet
and Mary Bell Collett here this
week.
The Womans' Missionary society
will meet in open session with Mrs.
R W. Cargill Monday. April 5. Ai
are cordially invited to attend.
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C. H. Murphy of El Dorado was
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meeting of the board of directors
of the First National Bank.
The betting at Lloyds' is ever
money that the war will be over bj
June 30 and odds of 2 to 1 that it
will be over by September 1.
George McGuinty has resignec
his position in the grocery depart
ment of the Union Saw Mill Co.
store to accept one as manager cl
a commissary at Deering. Mo.
Gordon Stephens has purchasec
the Jeffus hotel from Mrs. H. F.
Estrada and took charge of same
this week. Mrs. Estrada and fam
ily have returned to Randolph, La
Some idea of the magnitude o
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one manufacturer has shipped, u
100 freight cars, to the San Frar
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$500,000. The 1 freight charge
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S. R. Neel transacted business it
El Dorado Monday and. was ;
member of a special grand jurj
that indicted a negro for stealing a
ring. On being asked by the court
whether he wanted to plead guilt}
or not the negro told the court ht
didn't know, but that he had stoler
the ring. He was given a fine ot
$50.00 and costs.
Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Slifer ot
Freeport, 111 , both 98 years old.
celebrated their 7Gth wedding an
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They have three children, the eld
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operators is the locating of people by
telephone whose whereabouts are un
known. This work is done to give
the public service wherever possible,
even though considerable expense is
incurred by the telephone company
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An instance of tenacity and mental
alertness was given by an operator in
Russellville who followed a man all
over the state of Arkansas by tele
phone and finally found him at Fort
Smith after running down every clue.
The call was made by a Russell
ville subscriber who wanted to talk
with a man at Greenwood, Ark. The
party had left Greenwood and it was
reported that he had gone to Little
Rock, leaving no address. The Chief
Operator at Little Rock was consulted
and finally discovered that the man
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hotel people thought he might have
gone to Hartford or Mansfield, and so
the willing telephone girl called up
Hartford and Mansfield. At 8:30 that
night he had not registered at Hart
ford, and it was thought that he had
gone to Greenwood. The operator
tried Hartford. Mansfield, Greenwood
and Fort Smith, and finally located
i he much-wanted party in a hotel at
Fort Smith.
Gertrude Reynolds, Chief Operator
at Russellville. Ark., was the girl who
refused to give up the call until she
had succeeded in completing it.
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WITH ILLUSTRATIONS YKOIA PHOTOGRAPHS
OF SCENES IN THE PLAY
SYNOPSIS,
CHAPTER I—On Misery creek, at the ;
foot of a rock from which he has fallen, ;
Hally Miller finds George Lescott, a land
scape painter, unconscious, and after re
viving him, goes for assistance.
CHAPTER II—Samson South and Silly,
taking Lest ott to Samson's home, are me: :
by Spicer South, head of the family, who 1
tells them that Jesse Purvy 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 tile Hollman
South feud.
CHAPTER IV—Samson reproves Tama
rack Spicer for t eling Sally that .km
Hollman Is on the trail with bloodhounds I
hunting the man who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER V—The bloodhounds lose th ■ i
trail at Spicer South's doo-. T.esrott dis
covers ariistic ability in Samson. While
sketching with Lescott on the mountain.
Tamarack discovers Samson to a ii—ring
crowd of mountaineers. Samson threshes
him and denounces him as the "truce
buster” tvho 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 Leseott's efforts.
The dance at Wile MeCager’s threatens
trouble to Samson and Lescott.
CHAPTER VII—At the dance Famson
tells the 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 teaclms herself to write. Morion
throws himself Into the business world
and becomes well hated by predatory
financiers and politicians. At a Bohemian
resort Samson meets William Darkish,
sporty social parasite, argl Horton's ene
my.
CHAPTER X—Earbisli srtes rtamson ano
Drennie dining together uiichaperoned at
the Wigwam roadhouse. IL conspires
with others to make Horton jealous and
succeeds.
CHAPTER XI— Farblsh 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 '-rusader. Samson exposes the plot
and thrashes the conspirators.
CHAPTER XII—Samson Is advised by
his teachers to turn to portrait pointin''.
Drennie commissions him to point iter
portrait. Sally goes to school. Samson
goes to Paris to study Drennie finds in
his studio pictured evidence of Ids loyalty
to Sally.
CHAPTER XITT—Tamarack kills Jim
Asberry, is surrendered to the militia anl
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 XTV—Samson goes home,
catches Aaron Hollis in the r**t of mur
dering J“sse Purvv and kills him. He
goes to So life. Captain Callomb hear3 of
the killings.
"Until the grand jury acts I don't
see that we can take any steps."
“And,” stormed Captain Callomb,'
‘the grand jury will, like former grand
juries, lie down in terror and inactiv
ity. Either there are no courageous
men in your county, or these panels
are selected to avoid including them.”
Judge Smithers face darkened If
he was a moral coward, he was at
least a coward crouching behind a
seeming of fearlessness.
“Captain," he said, coolly, but with a
dangerous hint of warning. "1 don't see
that your duties include contempt of
court."
“No!" Callomb was now thoroughly
angered, and his voice rose. "I am
sent down here subject to your orders,
and it seems you are also subject to
orders. Here are two murders in a
day, capping a climax of 20 years of
bloodshed. You have information as
to the arrival of a man known as a
desperado with a grudge against the
two dead men, yet you know of no
steps to take. Give roe the word and
I'll go out and bring that man, and any
others you name, to your bar of justice
—if it is a bar of justice! For God s
sake, give me something else to do
than to bring in prisoners to be shot
down In cold blood.”
The judge sat balancing a pencil on
his extended forefinger, as though it
were a scale of justice.
“You have been heated in your lan
guage, sir,” he said, sternly, "but it is
a heat arising from an indignation
which I share. Consequently, I pass it
over. I cannot inst^ict you to arrest
Sainson South before the grand jury
has accused him. The law does not
contemplate hasty or unadv ised action.
All men are innocent until proven
guilty. If the grand jury wants South.
I'll instruct you to go and get him.
Until then, you may leave my part of
the work to me.”
His honor rose from his chair
“You can at least give this grand
jury such instructions on murder as
will point out their duty. You can as
sure them that the militia will protect
them. Through your prosecutor you
can bring evidence to their attention,
you—’’
“If you will excuse me,” interrupted
his honor, dryly, “I'll judge of how 1 am
to charge my grand jury. I have been
in communication with the family of
Mr. Purvy, and it is not their wish at
the present time to bring this case be
fore the panel.”
Callomb laughed ironically
“No, I could have told you that be
fore you conferred with them. 1 could
have told you that they prefer to be
their own courts and executioners, ex
cept where they need, you They also
ureferred to have me get a man they |
couldn't take themselves, and then to
assassinate him in my hands Who in
the nell do you work for, .Tudgo-for *he
mouient Slithers? Are you holding a
job under the state of Kentucky, or un
der the Hollman faction of this feud?
I am instructe4 to take my orders
from you. Will you kindly tell me ruy
master's real name?”
Sin ihers turned pale w b anger,
his fighting face grew as Iruculr t os
a bulldog's, while Callomb stood glar
ing back at him like a second bulldog,
but the judge knew that he was being
honestly and fearlessly accused He
merely pointed to the door. The cap
tain turned on His heel and stalked
out of the place, and the judge came
down the steps and crossed the street
to the courthouse. Five minutes later
he turned to the shirt-sleeved man who
was leaning on the bench and said in
his most judicial voice:
“Mr. Sheriff, open court.”
The next day the mail carrier
brought In a note for the temporary
judge. His honor read it at recess and
hastened across to Hollman's Mam
moth Department Store. There, in
council with his masters, he asked in
structions. This was the note:
‘The Hon. Asa Smithers.
“Sir: 1 arrived in this county yes
terday. end am prepared, if called as
a witness, to give to the grand jury
full and true particulars of the murder
of .Terse Purvy and the killing of Aaron
Hollis. I am willing to come under the
escort of my own kinsmen, or the mili
tiamen, as the court may advise.
“The requirement of any bodyguard
I deplore, but in meeting my legal ob
ligations, I do not regard it as neces
sary or proper to vnlk into a trap.
“Respect fully,
“SAMSON SOUTH.”
Smitliere looked perplexedly at
Judge llollman.
“Shall I have him come?” he in
quired.
Hoilman threw the letter down on
his desk with a burst ot blasphemy:
“Have him come?” he echoed. "IIcll
and damnation, no! What do we want 1
him to come here and spill the rniik
for? When we get ready, we’ll indict
him. Then, let jour damned soldiers
go after him—-as a criminal, not a
witness. After that, we’ll continue this
case until these outsiders go away,
and we can operate to suit ourselves.
We don’t fall for Samson South’s
tricks. No, sir; you never got that
letter! It miscarried. Ho you hear?
1 ^.u never got it."
Smithers nodded grudging acqui
escence. Meet men would rather be
independent officials than collar-wear
ers.
Out on Misery Samson South bad
gladdened the soul of It is uncle with
his return. The old man was mending,
and, for a long time, the two had
talked. The failing head of the clan
looked vainly for signs of degeneration
in his nephew, and, failing to find
them, was happy.
“Hev ye decided, Samson,” he in
quired, “tliet ye was right in yer no
tion, 'bout goin’ away?”
Samson sat reflectively for a while,
then replied:
“We were both right. Uncle Spicer—
and both wrong. This is my place,
but if I'm to take up t lie leadership it
must be in a different fashion. Changes
are coming. We can’t any longer stand
still,”
Spicer South lighted his pipe. He,
too, iti# these last years, had seen in
the distance the crest of the oncoming
wave.
“I reckon there’s right smart truth
to that,” he acknowledged. "I've been
studyin’ bout hit consid’able myself of
late. Thar's been eev’ral fellers
through the country talkin’ coal an’
timber an’ railroads—an’ sich like.”
Sally went to mill that Saturday,
and with her rode Samson. There, be
sides Wile McCager, he met Caleb
Wiley and several others. At first,
they received him skeptically, but they
knew of the visit to Purvy’s store, and
they were willing to admit that in part
at least he had erased the blot from
his escutcheon. Then, too, except for
cropped hair and a white skin, he had
come back as he had gone, in home
spun and hickory. There was nothing
highfalutin in his manners. In short,
the impression was good.
"I reckon now that ye re hack.
Samson,” suggested McCager, ''an' see
in' how yere Uncle Spicer is gettin’
along all right. I’ll jest let the two of
ye run things. I’ve done had enough.”
It was a simple fashion of resigning
a regency, but effectual.
Old Caleb, however, still insurgent i
and unconvinced, brought in a minor
ity report.
“We wants fightin’ men,” he grum
bled, with the senile reiteration of his
age, as he spat tobacco and beat a rat- j
tat on the mill floor with his long
hickory staff. "We don't want no de- ,
sorter.-.”*
“Samson ain’t a deserter,” defended
Sally. “There isn’t one of you fit to
tie his shoes.” Sally and old Spiier
South alone knew of her lover’s letter
to the circuit judge, and they were
plrdged to secrecy.
“Never mind. Sally!” It was Sam
son himself who answered her. “I
didn't come back because 1 c_are what
men like old Caleb think. I came back
because they needed me. The proof of
a fighting man is his fighting. 1 reckon.
I'm willing to let ’em judge me by
what I’m going to do.”
So, Samson slipped back, tentative
ly. at least, into his place as clan head,
though for a time he found it a post
w'thout action. After the fierce out
burst of bloodshed, quiet had settled,
and it was tacitly understood that, un
less the Hollman forces had some coup
in mind which they were secreting,
this peace would last until the soldiers
were withdrawn.
“When the world’s a-lookin',” com
mented Judge Hollman, "hit's a right
good idea to crawl under a log—an’
lay still."
Curvy had been too famous a feud
1st to pass unsung. Reporters came as
far as Hixon, gathered there sucu
news as the Hollmans chose to give
them, and went back to write lurid
stories and description, from hear
say, of the stockaded beat of tragedy.
Nor did they overlook the dramatic
coincidence of the return of "Wildcat”
Samson South from civilization to sav
agery. They made no accusation, but
they pointed an inference and a moral
—as they thought. It was a sermon on
tile triumph ol' heredity over the ad
vantages of environment. Adrienne
read some of these saffron misrepre
sentations, and they distressed her.
****»»•
Meanwhile, it came insistently to the
ears of Captain Callomb that some
plan was on foot, the intricacies of
which he could not fathom, to manu
facture a ease against a number of the
Souths, quite apart from their actual
guilt, or likelihood of guilt. Once
more, he would be called upon to go
out and drag in men too well fortified
to be taken by the posses and depu
ties of the Hollman civil machinery.
At this news, he chafed bitterly, and.
sfill rankling with a sense of shame at
the loss of his first prisoner, he formed
a plan of his own. which he revealed
over his pipe to his first lieutenant.
"There’s a nigger in the woodpile.
Merriweather,” he said. “We are sim
ply being used to do the dirty work
up here, and I'm going to do a little
probing of my own. I guess I'll turn
tlie company over to you for a day or
t wo.”
“What Idiocy arc you contemplating
now?" inquired the second in com
mand.
“I'm going to ride over on Misery,
and hear what the other side has to
say. I've usually noticed that one side
of any story is pretty good until the
other’s told.”
"You mean you are going to go over
there where the Souths are in
trenched, where every road is guard
ed?" The lieutenant spoke wrathfully
and with violence. “Don't be an ass,
Callomb. You went over there once
before and took a man away—and he’s
cb ad. You owe them a life, and they
collect their dues. You will be sup
, ported by no warrant of arrest, and
i can t take a sufficient detail to.pro
tect you.”
“No,” said Callomb, quietly; “I go
on my own responsibility and I go by
myself.”
"And,” stormed Merriwether, “you’ll
never come back.”
“I think,” smiled Callomb, ‘Til get
back. I owe an old man over there
an apology, and I want to see this des
perado at first hand.”
"It's sheer madness. I ought to take
you down to this Infernal crook of a
judge and have you committed to a
strait-jacket.”
"If," said Callomb, “you are content
to play the catspaw to a bunch of as
sassins. I'm not. The mail-rider went
oct this morning and lie carried a let
ter to old Spicer South. I told him that
I was coming unescorted and unarmed
and that my object was to talk with
him. i asked him to give me a safe
conduct, at least, until I reached his
house, and stated my case. I treated
him like an officer and a gentleman,
and, unless I'm a poor judge of men,
he's going to treat me that way.”
The lieutenant sought vainly to dis
suade Callomb, but the next day the
captain rode forth, unaccompanied.
Curious stares followed him and Judge
Smithers turned narrowing and un- I
pleasant eyes after him, but at the
point where the ridge separated the
territory of the Hollmans from that of
the Souths he saw waiting in the road
a mounted figure, sitting his horse
straight, and clad in the rough habili- !
ments of the mountaineer.
As Callomb rode up he saluted and
the mounted figure with perfect grav- 1
ity and correctness returned that 1
salute as one officer to another. The
captain was surprised. Where had
this mountaineer with the steady eyes
and the clean-cut jaw learned the
niceties of military etiquette?
“I am Captain Callomb of ‘F’ com
pany,” said the officer. “I'm riding
over to Spicer South's house. Did you
come to meet me?"
“To meet and guide you,” replied a
pleasant voice. “My name is Samson
Sun'll.”
The militiaman stared This man
whose countenance was calmly
thoughtful scarcely comported with tho I
descriptions he had heard of the
"Wildcat of the Mountains;" the man ;
wl o had come homo straight ns a
storm petrel at the first note of tho
tempest and marked his coming with
double murder. Callonib had been too
busy to rend newspapers of late. He
h :d heard only that Samson had "been
away.”
While he wondered, Samson went
on:
"I'm glad you came. If it had been
possible I would have come to you." ;
As he told cf the letter he had written
the judge, volunteering to present him- 1
st If a3 a witness, the officer's wonder
grew.
“They Raid that you had been away/
suggested Callomb. “If it’s not an im
pertinent question, what part of the
mountains have you been visiting?”
Samson laughed.
“Not any part of the mountains,” he
said. "I’ve been living chiefly in New
York—and for a time in Paris.”
Callomb drew his horse to a dead
halt.
“In the name of Cod,” he incredu
lously asked, "what manner of man
are you?"
”1 hope,” came the instant reply, “it
may be summed up by saying that I’m
exactly the opposite of the man you've
had described for you back there at
Hixou.”
‘1 knew it," exclaimed the sola ter.
‘i knew that i was being ted on p s!
That’s why I came. I wanted to ; t
the straight of it, and I felt that the
solution lay over here.”
They rode the rest of the way In
deep conversation. Samson outlined
his ambitions for his pec-ple. lie te’d,
too, df the scene that had been enacted
at Purvy's store. Callomb listened with
absorption, feeling that the narrative
bore axiomatic truth on its face.
At last he inquired:
"Did you 'succeed up there—as a
painter.”
"That's a long road,” Samson told
him, "but I think 1 h. d a fair start. I
was getting commissions when i left.”
"Then I am to understand"—the offi
cer met the steady may eyes and put
the question like a cross-examiner
bullying a witness-1—“I am to under
stand that you deliberately put behind
you a career to come down here and
herd these fence-jumping sheep?”
"Iiardly that,” d precated the head
of tlie Souths. “They sent for me —
that’s all. Of course, 1 had to come.”
“Why?”
“Because they had sent. They are
my people.”
The officer letinpd in his saddle.
"South,” lie said, "would you mind
shaking hands with me? Some day I
want to brag about it to my grandi ..:1
dren.”
Callomb spent the night at the house
of Spicer South. He met and talked
with a number of the kinsmen, and, if
he read in the eyes of some of them a
smoldering and unforgiving re me li
brance of Ills unkept pledge, at least
they repressed all expression of cen
sure.
With Spicer South and Samson the
captain talked long into the night. He
made many jottings in a note book. He
“They Are Going to Indict You on
Manufactured Evidence.”
with Samson abutting him. pointed out
to the older and more stubborn man
the necessity of a new regime in the>
mountains, under which the individual
could walk In greater personal safety.
As for the younger South, the officer
felt, when he rode away next morning,
that he had discovered the one man
who combined with the courage and
honesty that many of his clansmen
shared the mental equipment and local
influence to prove a constructive lead
er.
When he returned to the Bluegrass
he meant ot have a long and unofficial
talk with his relative, the governor.
The grand jury trooped each day to
the courthouse and transacted its busi
ness. The petty juries went and came,
occupied with several minor homicide
cases. The captain, from a chair,
which Judge Smithers had ordered
placed beside him on the bench, was
looking on and intently studying. One
morning, Smithers confided to him
that in a day or two more the grand
jury would bring in a true bill against
Samson South, charging him with mur
der. The officer did not show sur
prise. He merely nodded.
“I suppose I’ll be called on to go and
get him ?’’
"I'm afraid we’ll have to ask you to
do that.”
"What caused the change of heart?
I thought Purvy's people didn't want it
done.” It was Callomb’s first allusion,
except for his apology, to their former
altercation.
For an instant only, Smithers was a
little confused.
"To be quite frank with you, C.i'1
b mb,” be said. “I get to thinking over
the matter in the light of your o\\ i
viewpoint, and, after due deliberation,
I came to see that to the state at larr-o
it might bear the same appearance. So,
I had the grand jury take the matter
up. We must stamp out su< h lawless
ness as Samson South stands for. He
is the more dangerous because he has
brains.”
Callomb nodded, but, at noon, lie
slipped out cn a protense of sightsee
ing, and rede by a s mewhat circuit
ous route to the ridge. At nightfall,
he came to the house of the clan head.
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