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To get the news read The News
W. R. Williamson left Wednes
day tor a yisit at Camden.
F. W. Scott was a Farmerville
visitor the first of the week.
Mrs. S. H. Watson has been
quite sick for the past two weeks.
G. S. Prestridge of Shreveport
was here a few days this week on
business.
Jesse Etheridge arrived home
Monday from a trip to Camden and
Gurdon. _
J. R. Taunton was down from El
Dorada Monday visiting the family
of G. N. Cobb.
R. H. Tally and family have
moved to Scobey, Miss., to make
their home.
Ask the Union Saw Mill Co. for
Feminena, the best Female Tonic.
Price $1.00. 1
Geo. S. Tatum, deputy circuit
clerk, was a Huttig visitor Wed
nesday afternoon.
Mrs. C. C. Bell and son of West
Monroe were the guests of Mrs. A.
E. Lucas this week.
Setting Eggs For Sale —50cts.
for 15. See Mrs. A. G. Stephen
son, 108 A street.
Mrs. W. R. Dickerson and chil
dren visited relatives at Sadie, La.,
the latter part of last week.
Mrs. T. P. Millstead and daught
er of Good Pine. La., were here
this week visiting friends and rela
tives.
Wanted to Buy 1,500 or 2,000
stalks of Seed Ribbon Cane. See
R. B. Hogue, fruit farm, Huttig.
Ark._
C. H. Murphy of El Dorado at
tended the meeting of the directors
of the First National bank here last
Saturday.
Sheriff J. M. Wallace and his
right hand man, T. W. Williams,
were here Wednesday and Thurs
day on their tax collecting tour.
Mesdames J. B. Crockett and W.
T. King left Wednesday for Bas
trop, La. Mrs. King will return
from there to her home at Crossett
There were 15659 bales of cot
ton of the 1914 crop ginned in
Union county up to Januury 16,
against 1 507 1 of the 1913 crop up
to the same date last year.
10c Per Hundred.
Old newspapers for sale
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per hundred as long as they
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Be sure and read the first in
stallmeit of "The Trey O’ Hearts"
on the inside of this issue and then
sse the first pictures at the Prin
cess Theatre Tuesday night, Feb.
9.. and every Tuesday night there
after until the story and pictures
are finished.
We have round trip tickets to all
local points on sale at this office
and would be glad to sell you round
trip tickets, saving you money by
buying them and at the same time
make a better showing for our sta
tion in this manner. We solicit
your business. D. A. Keasler,
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At a meeting of the Bea d of
Directors of the First National
Bank of Huttig held in the office
of the bank last Saturday, the of
ficers for the ensuing year were
elected as follows: F. W. Scott,
president; L. A. Bodine, vice presi
dent; G. T. Thompson, cashier, a d
W. P. Reasons, assistant cashier.
The best patients a doctor has
are usually the people who are all
ways complaining that life isn't
worth living.
The revival meeting conducted
by Rev. M. L. Voyles of Benton
ville. state missionary for the Bap
tist. at the Baptist church, clused
last Sunday night and resulted in
thirty-eight additions to the chu/ch
Rev. Voyles was an interesting
talker and the meetings were well
attended throughout the two
weeks. The converts were bap
tised Tuesday night.
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It will soon cost us more to “see
ourselves as others see us.” The
price of mirrors has gone up and in
a few months plated glass will be
unobtainable. This was one of the
things that Belgium made for us at
Liege, Namur and Charlerio. But
the factories have been smashed
by the Germans, and no more glass
will be made and plated there for a
long time to come. For its manu
facture it needs a huge plant, acres
of land and a fine sand which is
found only in Belgium and certain
part of France, so this is an indus
try we shall not be able to Angelic
ize in a moment.
10 Cents Per Hundred.
Old newspapers for sale
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per hundred as long as they
last. Come early as the
supply is limited.
This line just filled the bill.
Pearl Mayer Dead.
Pearl, the oldest daughter of Mr
and Mrs. Henry Mayer, died at the
family home on Fifth and E street
at 5 o'clock Thursday morning
February 4, 1915, of heart failure.
The deceased was a bright and
lovable child and would have been
11 years of age in a few days. The
remains were taken to Wasson
Friday morning for interment.
The bereaved parents have the
sympathy of the entire community
in their loss.
Royal Arch Masons Installed Officers.
The following newly elected of
ficers of Howard Chapter No. 122.
R. A. M.. were installed Thursday
night for the ensuing year:
High Priest L. F. Magee.
King J. A. Brignac.
Scribe—F. E. Wood.
Treasurer T. B. Weaver.
Secretary R. W. Beede.
Captain of Hosts D. F. Co’lett.
Royal Arch Captain L. G. Gib
son.
Principal Sojourner C. A. Berry
M. of 3rd Vail C. T. Thompson
M. of 2nd Vail—F. 1. Dupois.
M. of 1st Vail- J. B. Crockett.
Sedtinel—J. D. Sims.
Really Philanthropy.
“Oh, your cruel little boy!” ex
claimed the member of the Anti-Vivi
section league as she glanced over the
garden fence. “How ever could you
exit thtit poor little worm In two?”
John, aged six, met her gaze without
flinching. "It—it seemed so lonely,”
he replied.
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SYNUHtsLS.
CHAPTER I—On Misery creek, at the
foot of a rock from which he has fallen,
Sally Miller finds George Lescott, a land
scape painter, unconscious, and alter re
viving him, goes for assistance.
CHAPTER II-^Bamson South and S t 11 >,
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
! crime, Samson denies it,
' CHAPTER III—The shooting of Jesse
Party 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. I.escott dls
| covers artistic ability In Samson. While
sketching with Lescott on the mountain.
Tamarack discovers Samson to a jeering
c rowd of mountajm ers. Samson thrashes
him and denounce s him as the “truce
j 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 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 gc.es home to
New York. Samson bids Spicer and Sally
farewell and follows.
--»—in i\ew York Samson
.a,o< art and 'earns much of city ways.
Drennie Lescott persuades Wilfrt d Hor
ton, her dilettante ipver, to do a man's
work in the world.
The Hon. Mr. W'lCkiiffe rose in ex
asperation and paced the floor. The
smoke from his black cigar went be
fore him in vicious puffs. Finally he
stopped and leaned glaring on the
table.
"Your family has always been con
servative. When you succeeded to the
fortune you showed no symptoms of
this mania. In God's name, what has
changed you?”
‘‘I hope 1 have grown up,” explained
the young man, with an unruffled
smile. “One can’t wear swaddling
clothes forever, you know.”
The attorney for an instant softened
his manner as he looked into the
straight-gazing, unafraid eyes of his
client.
I ve kncwn you from your baby
hood. I advised your father before
you were born. You have, by the
chance of birth, come into the control
of great wealth. The world of finance
is of delicate balance. Squabbles in
certain directorates may throw the
Street into panic. Suddenly you
emerge from decent quiet and run
amuck in the china shop, bellowing
and tossing your horns. You make
war on those whose interests are your
own. You seem bent on hari-kari.
You have toys enough to amuse. Why
couldn't you stay put?”
“They weren't the right things.
They were, as you say, toys." The
smile faded and Horton's chin set
itself for a moment as he added:
"If you don't think I'm going to stay
put—watch me."
"Why do you have to make war—•
to he chronically insurgent?”
"Because”—the young man. who had
waked up. spoke slowly—"I am read
ing a certain writing on the wall. The
time is not far off when; unless we
regulate a number of matter- from
within we shall be regulated from
without.”
“Take for instance this newspaper
war you've inaugurated on the police.”
grumbled the corporation lawyer. "It's
less dangerous to the public than
these financial crusades, but decidedly
more so for yourself. You are re
garded as a dangerous agitator, a mar
plot! t tell you, Winfred, aside from
ail other considerations the thing is
perilous to yourself. You are riding
for a fall. These men whom you are
whipping out of‘public life will turn
on you.”
“So I hear. Here’s a letter I got this
morning—unsigned. That is, I thought
it was here. Well, no matter. It
warns me that I have less than three
months to live unless I call oil my
dogs.”
It is said that the nf'w convert is
ever the most extreme fanatic. Wil
fred Horton had promised to put on
his working clothes, and he had done
it with reckless disregard for conse
quences. At first, he was simply obey
■ ing Adrienne's orders; but soon he
found himself playing the game for
the game's sake. Political overlords,
| assailed as unfaithful servants, showed
j their teeth. From some hidden, hut
] unfailing, source terribly sure and di
1 rect evidence of guilt was being galh
! ered. For Wilfred Horton, who was
demanding a day of reckoning and
spending great sums of money to get
it, there was a prospect of things do
ing.
Adrienne Lescott was in Europe.
Soon she would return and Horton
meant to show that he had not buried
his talent.
*******
For eight months Samson’s life had
run in the steady ascent of gradual
climbing, but in the four months from
the first of August to the first of De
cember, the pace of his existence sud
denly quickened. He left off drawing
from plaster casts and went into a
life class
In this period Samson had his first
acquaintanceship with women except
those he had known from childhood—
[ and his first acquaintance with the
I men who were not of his own art
world.
Tony Collasso was an Italian illus
trator who lodged ami painted in
studio-apartments in Washington
Square, South. Ilis companions were
various, numbering among them a
group of those pygmy celebrities of
whom one has never heard until by
chance tie meets them, and of whom
their intimates speak as of immortals.
To Collasso’s studio Samson was
called one night by telephone. He
had sometimes gone there before to
sit for an hour, chiefly as a listener,
while the man from Sorrento bewailed
(ate with his coterie, and denounced
all forms of government over insipid
'idnnti.
But tonight he entered the door tc
Ord himself in the midst of a gay am'
boisterous party. The room was al
' afv thickly fogged w ith smoke an
dozen men and women, sin u
matches of current airs, wi re inter
esting themselves over a chafing dish
The crowd was typical. A few very
minor writers and artists, a model or
t"o. and several women who had
thinking parts in current Broadway
productions.
At eleven o’clock the guests of honor
arrived in a taxicab. They were Mr
William Farbish and Miss Winifred
Starr. Having come, as they explained,
direct from the theater where Miss
Starr danced in the first row, they
were in evening dress. Samson men
tally acknowledged, though with in
stinctive disfavor for the pair, that
both were, in a way, handsome. Col
lasso drew him as;de to whisper im
portantly:
"Make yourself agreeable to Farbish.
He is received in the most exclusive
society, and is a connoisseur of art.
If he takes a fancy to you, he y^ill
put you up r.t the best clubs. I think
I shall sell him a landscape.”
The girl was talking rapidly and
loudly. She had at once taken the
center of the room, and her laughter
rang In free and egotistical peals
above the other voices.
“Come, said the host, ‘‘I shall pre
sent you."
The boy shook hands, gazing with
his usual directness Into the show
girl's large and deeply-penciled eyes.
Farbish, standing at one side with
his hands in his pockets, looked on
with an air of slightly bored detach
ment.
His dress, his mannerisms, his bear
ing, were all those of the man who has
overstudied his part. T hey were too
perfect, too obviously rehearsed
through years of social climbing, but
that was a defect Samson was not
yet prepared to recognize.
Someone hrd naively complimented
Miss Starr on the leopard-skin cloak
she had just thrown from her shapely
shoulders, and she turned promptly
and vivaciously to the flatterer.
"It is nice, isn't it?” she prattled.
"It may look a little up-stage for a girl
who hasn’t got a line to read into
the piece, but these days one must
ge.t the spot light, or be a dead one.
It reminds me of a little run in I had
with Graddy—he’s our stage-director,
you know.’’ She paused, awaiting the
invitation to proceed, and, having re
ceived it, went gayly forward. ‘‘I was
ten minutes late, one day, for rehears
al, and Graddy came up with that sar
castic manner of his, and said: ’Miss
Starr, I don't doubt you are a perfect
ly nice girl, and all that, but it rather
gets my goat to figure out how, on
a salary of fifteen dollars a week,
you come to rehearsals in a million
dollars’ worth of clothes, riding in a
limousine—and ten minutes late!’”
She broke off with the eager little
expression of awaiting applause, and,
having been satisfied, she added: "I
was afraid that wasn't going to get a
laugh, after all.”
She glanced inquiringly at Samson,
who had not smiled, and who stood
looking puzzled.
‘‘A penny for your thoughts, Mr.
South, from down South,” she chal
lenged.
“I guess I’m sort of like Mr. Grad
dy,” said the boy, slowly. "I was just
wondering how you do do it.”
He spoke with perfect seriousness,
and, after a moment, the girl broke
into prolonged peal of laughter.
"Oh, you are delicious!” she ex
claimed “If I could do the ingenue
like that, believe me, I'd make seme
hit.” She came over, and, laying a
hand on each of the boy’s shoulder s
kissed him lightly on the cheek.
“That's for a droll boy!” she said.
"That's the best line I’ve heard pulled
lately.”
Furbish was smiling in quiet amuse
ment. He tapped the mountaineer ou
the shoulder.
“I've heard George Lescott speak of
you,” he said, genially. “I've rather a
fancy for being among the discover
ers of men of talent. We must see
more of each ether.”
Samson left the party early, and
with a sense of dis ust.
Several days later, Samson was
alone in Gescott.’s studio. It was near
ing twilight, and he had laid aside a
volume of l.)e Maupassant, whose aim
p!e power had beguiled iiim. The door
opened, and he saw the figure of a
woman on the threshold. The boy
rose somewhat shyly from his seat,
and stood looking at her. She was as
richly dressed as Miss Starr had been,
but there was the same difference as
between the colors of the sunset sky
and the exaggerated daubs of Collas
so’s landscape. She stood at the door
a moment, and then came forward
with her hand outstretched.
"This is Mr. South, isn't it?” she
asked, with a frank friendliness in
her voice.
"Yes, ma'am, that’s my name.”
“I'm Adrienne Lescott,” said the ]
girl. "I thought id find my brother
here. I stopped by to dri/e him up
I town.”
Samson had hesitatingly taken the
gloved hand, and its grasp was firm
I and strong despite its ridiculous
| smallness.
“I reckon he'll be back presently.”
The boy was in doubt as to the proper
| procedure. This was I,eseott’s studio
and he was not cenain whether or not
it. lay in his province to invite Les
cott's sister to take possession of it.
Possibly, he ought to withdraw. His
ideas of social usages were very vague.
"Then, I think I’ll wait,” announced
the girl. She threw off her fur coat,
and took a seat before the open grate.
The chair was large, and swallowed
her up.
Samson wanted to look at her, and
was afraid that this would be impolite.
He realized that he had seen no
real ladies, except on the street, and
now he had the opportunity.
“I'm glad of this chance to meet
you, Mr. South,” said the girl with i
omile that found its way to the boy's
heart. After all, there was sincerity
in 'foreign” women. “George talks of
you so much that I fee) *a ii I'd known
you all the while, iwn't you think »
might claim lriendship with George's
friends?"
Samson had no answer. He wished
to say something equally cordial, but
the old instinct against effusiveness
tied his tongue.
owe right smar* to George Les
evtt," he told tyer, gravely.
"That's not answering my question,”
»ne laughed. "Do you consent to be
ing friends with me?"
"Miss—” began the boy. Then, real
izing that in New York this form of
address Is hardly complete, he fast
ened to add: "Miss Lescott, I've been
here over nine months now. and I’m
just beginning to realize what a rube
1 am. 1 haven’t no—” Again, he broke
off, and laughed at himself. “1 mean,
I haven’t any Idea of proper manners,
and so I’m, as we would say down
home, ‘plumb skeered' of ladies."
As he accused himself, Samson was
looking at her with unblinking direet
j ness; and she met his glance with
| eyes that twinkled.
"Mr. South," she said, "I know all
about manners, and you know all
about a hundred real things that 1
want to know. Suppose we begin
teaching each other?”
Samson's face lighted with the rev
olutionizing effect that a smile can
1 bring only to features customarily
solemn.
“Miss Lescott,” he said, "let’s call
that a trade—but you’re gettln’ all
the worst of it. To start with, you
might give me a lesson right now in
how a feller ought to act, when he’s
talkin' to a lady—how I ought to act
with you!”
Her laugh made the situation as
easy as an old shoe.
Ten minutes later, Lescott entered.
"Well," he said, with a smile, "shall
I introduce you people, or have you
already done it. for yourselves?"
"Oh.” Adrienne assured him, “Mr.
South and 1 are old friends.” As she
left the room, she turned and added:
"The second lesson had better be at
my house. If I telephone you some
day when we can have the school-room
to ourselves, will you come up?”
Samson grinned and forgot to be
bashful as he replied:
"I’ll come a-kitin'!’’
CHAPTER X.
Early that year, the touch of autumn
came to the air. Often, returning at
sundown from the afternoon life class,
Samson felt the lure of its melancholy
sweetness, and paused on one of the
Washington Square benches, with
many vague things stirring in his
mind. He felt with a stronger throb
the surety of young, but quickening,
abilities within himself. Partly, it was
the charm of Indian summer, partly
a sense of growing with the days, but.
also, though he had not ns yet realized
that, it was the new friendship into
which Adrienne, had admitted him
and the new experience of frank cam
araderie with a woman not as a mem
ber of an inferior sex. but as an equal
companion of brain and soul. He had
seen her often, and usually alone, be- !
cause he shunned meetings with j
strangers. Until his education had ad
vanced further, he wished to avoid
social embarrassments. He knew
that she liked him, and realized that
it was because he was a nsw and virile j
type, and for that reason a diversion — !
a sort of human novelty. She liked
him, too, because it was rare for a
man to offer her friendship without
making love, and she was certain he
would not make love. He liked her
for the same reasons that every one
else did—because she was herself. Of
late, too, he had met n number of
men at Lescott's club. He was mod
estly surprised to find that, though
his attitude on these occasions was
always that of one sitting in the back
ground. the men seemed to like him,
and. w hen they said “See you again,’’
at parting, it was with the convincing
manner of real friendliness.
Ouo wonderful afternoon in Octo
ber, when the distances were mist
hung, and the skies very clear, Sam
son sat across the table from Adrienne
Lescott at a road house on the Sound.
The sun had set through great cloud
battalions massed against the west,
and the horizon was fading into dark
ness through a haze like ash of roses.
She had picked him up on the Ave
nue, and taken him into her car for
a short spin, but the afternoon had
beguiled them, luring them on a little
farther, and still a little farther. When
they were a score of miles from Man
hattan, the car had suddenly broken
down, It would, the chauffeur told
them, be the matter of an hour to
effect repairs, so the girl, explaining
to the boy ihat this event gave the
affair the aspect of adventure, turned
and led the way, on foot, to the near
est road house.
"We will telephone that we shall
b’ late, and then have dinner,'’ she
laughed. "And for me to have dinner
with you alone, unchaperoned at a
country inn, is by New York standards
delightfully unconventional. It borders
on wickedness.’’ Then, since their at
titude toward each oiher was so
friendly and Innocent, they both
laughed. They had dined under the
trees of an old manor house, built a
century ago, and now converted into
an inn, and they had enjoyed them
selves because it seemed to them
pleasingly paradoxical that they should
find In a place seemingly so shabby
genteel a cuisine and service of such
excellence. Neither of them had ever
been there before, and neither of them
knew that the reputation of this estab
lishment was in its own way wide—
and unsavory.
The repairs did not go as smoothly
>4 the chauffeur bad expected, and.
when he had finished, he was hungry.
So, eleven o'clock found them still
chatting at their table on the lighted
lawn. After awhile, they fell silent,
and Adrienne noticed that her com
panion's face had become deeply, al
most painfully set, and that his gaze
was tensely focused on herself.
“What is it, Mr. South?" she de
manded.
The young man began to speak,
in a steady, self-accusing voice.
"1 was sitting here, looking at you,”
he said, bluntly. "I was thinking
how fine you are in every way; how
there is as much difference in the tex
ture of men and women as there is in
the texture of clothes. From that
automobile cap you wear to your slip
pers and stockings, you are clad in
silk. From your brain to the tone of
your voice, you are woven of human
silk. I’ve learned lately that silk isn't
weak, but strong. They make the
best balloons of it.” He paused and
laughed, but his face again became
sober. "I was thinking, too, of your
mother. She must be sixty, but she’s
a young woman. Her face is smooth
and unwrinkled, and her heart is sttlll
in bloom. At the same age, George*
won’t he much older than he Is now. *
The compliment was so obviously
not Intended as compliment at all
that the girl flushed with pleasure.
"Then,” went on Samson, his face
slow’ly drawing with pain. "I was
thinking of my own people. My
mother was about forty when she
died. She was an old woman. My
father w as forty three. He was an old
man. I was thinking how they with
ered lender their drudgery—and o; the
monstrous Injustice of i all. ’
Adrienne Lescott nodded. Her ?yes
were sweetly sympathetic.
“It’s the hardship of the conditions,”
she said, softly. “Those conditions
will change.”
A man had come out onto the vp^.
anda from the Inside, and was ap
proaching the table. He was immac
ulately groomed, and came forward
with the deference of approaching r.
throne, yet as one accustomed to ap
proaching thrones. Ills smile was that
of pleased surprise.
The mountaineer recognized Far
bish, and, with a quick hardening
of the face, he recalled their last
meeting. If Farbish should presume,
to renew the acquaintanceship under
these circumstances, Samson meantt
to rise from his chair, and strike him
in the tece. George Lescott’s sister
could not be subjected to such meet
ings. Yet, it was a tribute to his ad
vancement in good manners that he
dreaded making a scene in her pres
ence, and, as a warning, he met Far
bish's pleasant smile with a look ofr
blank and studied lack of recognition..
The circumstances out of which Fsr-.
bish might weave unpleasant gossipi
did not occur to Samson. That they
were together late In the evening, un
chaperoned, at a road house whosa
reputation was socially dubious, was
a thing he did not realize. But Far
bish was keenly alive to the possibil
ities of the situation. He chose to *
construe the Kentuckian's blank ex
pression as annoyance at being dis
covered, a sentiment he could readily
understand. Adrienne Lescott, follow
Ing her companion's eyes, looked up,
and to the boy’s astonishment nodded j
to the newcomer, and called him by.
name. J
"Mr. Farbish," she laughed, with
mock confusion and total innocence
of the fact that her words might have
meaning, “don't toil on us.”
“I never tell things, my dear lady.”
said the newcomer. “I have dwelt
too long in conservatories to tossi.j
pebbles. I'm afraid. Mr. South, yn«e
have forgotten me. I'm Farbish, ami f
had the pleasure of meeting you'"—
he paused a moment, then with a.
pointed glance added—“at the Man
hattan club, was it not?"
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Universal Discord.
One shriek of bate would jar alk
he hymns of heaven.—Tennyson.