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Old papers at the Newsoffice.'
C B. Wood was a business visit
or »o Junct.it n City Monday.
T. B. Weave- and wife are home
from a trip to New Orleans.
A. P. Holtsford left Thursday
for Winnsfield, La., to accept a po
sition. ___
Miss Flora Cargile visited this
week in Grossett the guest of Mrs.
G. E. Cox.
Born—To Mr. and Mrs. Louis
Wagner, on Wednesday morning, a
fine boy. _
Arthur Townsend left Monday
for Arkansas Gity where he has
accepted a good position.
I have a mixed car of Cotton,
Corn and Truck Fertilize for sale.
See S. R. Neel, Huttig. Ark.
Take Feminena for all female
troubles and notice the results.
Price $1.00 per bottle. 3
Mr#and Mrs. A. V. Frost are
the parents of a fine little daughter,
born to them Tuesday of this week.
Mrs. W. T. Thayer of Fornfelt
Mo, arrived here Wednesday af
ternoon on a visit to her parents.
Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Woolley.
Mrs. R. E. Ebbs left Wednesday
morning for Smithton in response
to a telegram announcing the death
of her father, William Wells, at
that place.
Geo. M.lton had the misfortune
to break the elbow joint of his left
arm at the skating rink last Friday
night which will keep him fronr
mixing fountain drinks for several
weeks. __
Circle No. 1. of the Womans
Missionary union.' will give a
Colonial reception at the home of
Mrs. F. W. Scott next Tuesday
evening. February 23. from 7:30
o’clock to 9:30. Everybody is
cordially invited to attend.
Rev. W. P. Whaley, presiding el
der of the Camden district for the
Methodist church, will hold his
second quarterly conference here
next Sunday and occupy the pulpit
at both the morning and evening
services. Everybody cordially in
vited to attend.
Mrs. H. F. Estrada of Randolph,
La., has purchased the Jeffus
Boarding House from W. H. Jeffus
and will conduct same in the fu
ture. Mrs. Estrada has had years
of exDerience as a boarding house
proprietress and will no doubt give
satisfaction.
Word was received last Friday
hy E. E. Buchanan that A. T.
Howry, former auditor for the Wis
consin Lumber Co. here, had died
at his home at Sardis, Miss., the
first of the week of convulsions.
Mr. Howry left here the first of
January apparently in good health.
10c Per Hundred.
Old newspapers for sale
at the New s he
per hundred as long as they
last, Come early as the
supply is limited.
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.
Agent St. L. I. M. &. S. Ry.
According to a recent announce
ment of Se :retary Daniels the fleet
that will go to San Francisco by
way of the Panrma next spring
will be made up cf 67 vessels, con
sisting of 21 battles lips. 23 toi pe
doboat destroyers and 13 auxiiii
ries. At Cristobal these will be
joined by the Oregon and Oly ripia
of Spanish-American war fame.
President Wilson, according to the
plans, will go to the Canal Zore;
f r the purpose of reviewing the
! fleet as it p'asses through the canal
Mrs. H C. Rushing Dead.
A telegram received here Thurs
day announced the death of Mrs.
Mattie Rushing at 1:20 o’clo< k
that afternoon after a lingering fl;
| ness, at the family home in Mena.
Mrs. Rushing made Huttig her
i home for several years, moving to
Mena a little over a year ago, in
hopes of benefitting her failing
health. She was a devoted
Christian character and had a large
circle of friends here who will
^ourn her death with her husband
and his parents, Rev. and Mrs. J
R. Rushing, who loved her as their
own daughter.
The funeral services were con
ducted Friday afternoon at 4
o’clock at Mena.
Notice of Election.
Notice is hereby given that an
election will be held in the incor
porated Town of Huttig, Ark., on
Tuesday, April 6, 1915. for the
purpose of electing a Mayor, Re
corder and five Aldermen to serve
fqr one year.
C. T. Thompson,
W. H. Moore, Mayor.
Recorder.
Notice.
The Union Saw Mill Company
will pay $50.00 as a reward to any
)ne, not in its employ, who will fur
n sh information from which anv
_'-rson shall be convicted of dep e
iatit>g or trespassing upon the tim
jer of said Company.
This 1 st, day of February, 1 906.
Union Saw Mill Co.
By F. W. Scott,
Secy, and Trea;
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The guinea pig is full grown In six
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The cucumber came originally from
Holland.
Thp hair grows much faster in sum
mer than in winter.
A $0,000 house was built In 24 hours
at Hamilton, Ontario.
Some of the large Atlantic steamers
have 150 firemen each.
Young condors cannot fly within 12
months of being hatched.
It is announced that the kerosene
motor has been perfected.
Oil, gas and water pipe are now
laid very rapidly by machinery.
A load of two tons can be easily
carried by a full-grown elephant.
About one-third of the human fam
ily looks to rice as a food staple.
There is a bird with hands in Hrit
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In the course of one year eight or
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The emperor of Austria has the
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17 ounces.
A larger proportion of Russians
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the world.
Some choice apples are now put up
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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, uneons ious. and after re
viving him, goes for assistance.
CHAPTER TI—-Samson South and Sail?,
taking Lescott to Samson's nome, ar» met
by Spicer South, head of the family, who
tells them that Jesse Curvy has been shot,
and that Samson is sispected of the
crime. Samson denies it.
CHAPTER III—The shooting of Jess©
Purvy breaks the truce in the Hollinan
South feud.
CTI \PTER IV—Samson reproves Tama
rack Spicer for telling Sally that Jim
Heilman is on the trail with bloodhounds
hunt g the man who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER V—The bloodhounds logr> the
trail at Spicer South's door. Lescott dis
covers artistic ability in Samson. While
sketching with Lescott on the mountain.
Tamarack d'seovers Samson to a jeering
rrowd of mountajneers Samson thrashes
him and denounces him as the “tru'e
buster” who shot Purvy.
CHAPTER VJ—Lescott tries to per
suade Samson to go to New York with
him and develop his talent. Sally, loyal
hut heartbroken, furthers Lescott’s efforts.
The dance at Wile M Cager's threatens
trouble to Samson and Lescott.
CHAPTER VII—At the dance Samson
tolls the South clan ho is going to leave
the mountains. Lescott goes home to
New York. Samson bids Spicer and Sally
farewell and follows.
CHAPTER TX—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,
tsporty soc ial parasite, and Horton’s ene
my.
CHAPTER X--Earbish sees Samson ana
Drennie dining together uiichaperonecl at
the Wigwam roadhouse. He conspires
with others to make Horton jealous and
succeeds.
“It -would be a pleasure,’’ smiled
the other. “I sincerely wish I could
be there at the same time, but I'm
afraid that, like you, Lescott, 1 shall
r
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“I Will Arrange So That You Will Not
Run Up on Wilfred Horton.”
have to give business the right of
way. However, when 1 hear that the
flights are beginning, I'll ca*' Mr.
South up, and pass the news to him.”
Samson had thought it rather singu
lar that he had never met Horton at
the Lescott house, though Adrienne
spoke of him almost as of a member
of the family. However, Samson's
visits were usually in his intervals be
tween relays of work and Horton was
probably at such times in Wall street..
It did not occur to the mountaineer
that the other was intentionally avoid
ing him. He knew of Wilfred only
through Adrienne's eulogistic descrip
tions, and, from hearsay, liked him.
The months of close application to
easel and books had begun to tell on
the outdoor man in a softening of
muscles and a slight, though notice
able, pallor. The enthusiasm with
which he attacked his daily schedule
carried him far, and made his progress
phenomenal, but he was spending
capital of n^jjve and health, and George
Lescott began to fear a break-down
for his protege. He discussed the
matter with Adrienne, and the girl
began to promote in the boy an inter
est in the duck-shooting trip—an in
terest which had already awakened,
despite tjie rifleman's inherent con
tempt for shotguns.
‘‘I reckon I’d like it, all right,” he
said, “and 1 11 bring back some ducks,
if I’m lucky.”
So, Lescott arranged the outfit, and
Samson awaited the news of the com
ing flights.
That same evening, Farbish dropped
into the studio, explaining that he had
been buying a picture at Oollasso's,
and had taken the opportunity to stop
by and hand Samson a visitor's card
to the Kenmore club. He found the
ground of interest fallow, and artfully
; sowed it with well chosen anecdoles
calculated to stimulate enthusiasm.
On leaving the studio, he paused to
| say:
"I'll let you know when conditions
are just right.” Then, he added, as
though in afterthought: "And I'll ar
range so that you won't run up on
i Wilfred Horton.”
“What’s the matter with Wilfred
Horton?” demanded Samson, a shade
curtly.
"Nothing at all,” replied Farbish,
with entire gravity. “Personally, I
like Horton immensely. I simply
i thought you might find things more
«
congenial when he wasn't anion*
I those present.”
Samson was puzzled, but he did not
| fancy hearing from this man's lips
criticisms upon friends of his friends.
‘‘Well, 1 reckon,” h, sj!d, coolly,
"I'd like him, too.”
“I beg your pardon,” said the oth^r.
"I suppose you knew, or I shouldn't
have mentioned the subject. 1 seem
to have said too much.”
"See here, Mr. Farbish,” Samson
s?oke quietly, but Imperatively; "if
I you know any reason why I shouldn’t
i meet Mr. Wilfred Horton, I want you
to tell me what it is. He is a friend
of my friends. You say you’ve said
too much. I reckon you’ve either |
said too much, or too little.”
Then, very insidiously and artistical
ly, seeming all the while reluctant and j
apologetic, the visitor proceeded toj
! plant in Samson's mind an exagger- 1
ated and untrue picture of Horton's
contempt for him and of Horton s ie
sentnient at the favor shown him oy
, the Lescotts.
Samson heard him out with a face
enigmatically set, and his voice was
soft, as he said simply at the-end:
I m obliged to you.”
Samson did not appear at the Les
cott house for two weeks after that.
He had begun to think that, if his
coing there gave embarrassment to
file girl who had been kind to him,
it were better to remain away.
"I don't belong here,” be told him
self. bitterly. "1 reckon everybody
that knows me in New York, except
the Lescotts, is laughing at me be- |
hind my back.”
He worked fiercely, and threw into I
his work such fire and energy that it j
came out again convert* d into bold
ness of stroke and an almost savage j
vigor of drawing. The instructor |
nodded his head over the easel, and
passed on to the next student without
having left the defacing mark of his
relentless crayon. To the next pupil,
he said:
“Watch the way that man South
draws. He’s not clever. He's elemen
tally sincere, and, if he goes on, the
first thing you know he will be a por
trait painter. He won't merely draw
eyes and lips and noses, but character
and virtues and vices showing out
through them.”
And Samson met every gaze with
smoldering savagery, searching for
' -- —AggMj. bifcip'.. ai
him openly, or even covertly, instealT
of behind his back. The long-suffer
ing fighting lust in him craved oppor
tunity to break out and relieve the
pressure on his soul. But no one
laughed.
Une alternoon late in ;\ovrmDer, a
hint of blizzards swept snarling down
the Atlantic seaboard from the polar
floes, with wet flurries of snow and
rain. Off on the marshes where the
Kenmore club had its lodge, the live
decoys stretched their clipped wings,
and raised tlieir green necks restively
into the salt wind, and listened. With
dawn, they had heard, faint and far
away, the first notes of that wild
chorus with which the skies would ring
until the southerly migrations ended
—the horizon-distant honking of high
flying water fowl.
Then it was that Furbish dropped
in with marching orders, and Samson,
yearning to be away where there were
open skies, packed George Lescott's
borrowed paraphernalia, and prepared
to leave that same night,
i While he was packing, the telephone
rang, and Samson heard Adrienne's
voice at the other end of the wire.
“Where have you been hiding?” she
demanded. "I’ll have to send a truant
officer after you.”
"I ve been very busy,” said the man,
“and 1 reckon, after all, you can t
civilize a wolf. I’m afraid I've been
wasting your time.”
Possibly, the miserable tone of the
voice told the girl more than the
words.
“You are having a season with the
blue devils,” she announced. “Y'ou’ve
b< n cooped up too much This wind
ought to bring the ducks, and—-”
"I m leaving tonight,” Samson told
her.
"It would have been very nice of
you to have run up to say good-by,”
she reproved. “But 111 forgive you,
if you call me up by long distance.
You will get there early in the morn
ing. Tomorrow. I’m going to Philadel
phia over night. The next night, I
shall be at the theater. Call me up
Sifter the theater, and tell me lio*v
you like it.”
It was the same old frankness and
friendliness of voice, and the same
old note like the music of a reed in
strument. Samson- felt so comforted
and reassured that he laughed through
the telephone.
‘‘I’ve been keeping away from you,”
he volunteered, 'because l ve had a
lapse into savagery, and haven’t been
lit to talk to you. When 1 get back,
I’m coming up to explain. And, in Iho
meantime, I’ll telephone."
On the train Samson was surprised
to discover that, after all. he had Mr.
William Furbish for a traveling corn
panion. That gentleman explained
that he had found an opportunity to
play truant from business for a day
or tv o, and w ished to 5§o Sauisyu
comfortably ensconced and Introduced.
The first day Farbish and Samson
had the place to themselves, but the
next morning would bring others.
The next day, while the mountain
eer was out on the flats, the party of
men at the club had been swelled to
a total of six, for in pursuance of
the carefully arranged plans of Mr.
Farbish. Mr. Bradburn had succeeded
in Inducing Wilfred Horton to run
down for a day or two of the sport
he loved. When Horton arrived that
afternoon, he found his usually even
temper ruffled by bits of maliciously
broached gossip, until his resentment
against Samson South had been
fanned into danger heat. He did not
know that South also was at the club,
and he did not that afternoon go out
to the blinds, but so far departed
from his usual custom as to permit
himself to sit for several hours in the
club griil.
^And yet, as is often the case in care
fully designed affairs, the one element
that made most powerfully for the
success of Farbish's scheme was pure
accident. The carefully arranged meet
ing between the two men, the adroitly
incited passions of each, would still
have brought no clash, had not Wil
fred Horton been affected by the flush
ing effect of alcohol. Since his college
days, he had been invariably abstemi
ous. Tonight marked an exception.
He was rather surprised at the cor
diality of the welcome accorded him.
for, as chance would have it, except
for Samson South, whom he had not
yet sr en, all the other sportsmen
were men closely allied to the politi
cal and financial elements upon which
he had been making war. Still, since
they seemed willing to forget for the
time that there had been a breach,
he was equally so. Just now, he was
feeling such bitterness for the Ken
tuckian that the foes of a less per
sonal sort seemed unimportant.
In point of fact, Wilfred Horton had
spent a very bad day. The final straw
had broken the back of his usually
unruffled temper, when he had found
in his room on reaching the Kenrnore
a copy of a certain New York weekly
paper, and had read a page, which
chanced to be lying face up (a chance
carefully prearranged). It was^ni item
of which Farbish had known, in ad
vance of publication, but Wilfred
would never have seen that sheet,
hud it not been so carefully brought
to his attention, yhere were hints
of the strange infatuation which a
certain young woman seemed to en
tertain for a partially civilized stran
ger who had made his entree to New
York via the police court, and who
wore his hair long in imitation of a
biblical character of the same name.
The supper at the Wigwam inn was
mentioned, and the character of the
place Intimated. Horton felt this ob
jectionable innuendo was directly
traceable to Adrienne's ill-judged
friendship for the mountaineer, and
he bitterly blamed the mountaineer.
aiiu, wane iie uaa oeen Drooaing on
bish’s anibassiatfSrl*89!r*8WflftwS#“^W^
his room, since Farbish himself knew
that Horton would not listen to his
confidences. The delegated spokes
man warned Wilfred that Samson
South had spoken pointedly of him,
and advised cautious conduct, in a
fashion calculated to inflame.
Samson, it " as falsely alleged, had
accused him of saying derogatory
things in his absence,'which he would
hardly venture to repeat in his pres
ence. In short, it was put to Horton
to announce his opinfon openly, or eat
the crow of cowardice.
That evening, when Samson went
to his room, Farbish joined him.
‘‘I've been greatly annoyed to find,"
he said, seating himself on Samson's
bed, "that Horton arrived today.”
“I reckon that’s all right,” said Sam
son. "He's a member, isn't he?”
Farbish appeared dubious.
"I don’t want to appear in the guise
of a prophet of trouble,” he said, "but
you are my guest here, and I must
warn you. Horton thinks of you as a
‘gun fighter’ and a dangerous man.
He won’t takes chances with you.
If there is a clash, it will be serious.
He doesn’t often drink, but today
he's doing it, and may be ugly. Avoid
an altercation if you can, but if it
comes—” He broke off and added seri
ously: "You will have to get him. or
he will get you. Are you armed?"
The Kentuckian laughed.
"1 reckon 1 don’t need to be armed
amongst gentlemen.”
Farbish drew from his pocket a
magazine pistol.
"It won’t hurt you to slip that into
your clothes,” he insisted.
For an instant, the mountaineer
stood looking a* his host and with eyes
that bored deep, but whatever was in
his mind as he made that scrutiny
he kept to himself. At last, he took
rhe magazine pistol, turned it over in
his hand, and put it into his pocket.
"Mr. Farbish," he said. Tvq been in
places before now where men were
drinking who had made threats against
me. 1 think you are excited about
this thing. If anything starts, he will
■ start it.”
At the dinner table, Samson SoHth
and Wilfred Horton were introduced,
and acknowledged their introductions
with the briefest and most formal
nods. During the course of the meal,
though seated side by side, each ig
nored the presence of the other. Sam
son was, perhaps, no more silent than
usual. Always, he was tlie listener ex
cept when a question was put to him
direct, but the silence which sat upon
Wilfred Horton was a departure from
his ordinary custom.
He had discovered in his college
days that liquor, instead of exhilarat
ing hint! w as an influence under which
he grew morose and sullen, and that
discovery had nutde him almost a total
abstainer. Tonight, his glass was con*
stantly filled and emptied, and, as ha
ate, he gazed ahead, and thought re
sentfully of the man at his side.
When the coffee had been brought,
and the cigars lighted, and the serv
ants had withdrawn. Horton with the
manner of one who had been awaiting
an opportunity, turned slightly in his
chair, and gazed insolently at the Ken
tuckian.
Samson South still semed entirely
unconscious of the other's existence,
though in reality no detail of the brew
ing storm haa escaped him. He was
studying the other faces around the
table, and what he saw in them ap
peared to occupy him. Wilfred Hor
ton’s cheeks were burning with a dull
flush, and his eyes were narrowing
with an unveiled dislike. Suddenly,
a silence fell on the party, and. as
the men sat puffing their cigars, Horton
turned toward the Kentuckian. For a
moment, he glared in silence, then
with an impetuous exclamation of dis
gust he announced:
"Sec here. South, I want you to know
that it I'd understood you were to be
here, I wouldn't have come. It has
pleased me to express my opinion of
you to a number of people, and now I
mean to express it to you in person."
Samson looked around, and his feat
ures indicated neither surprise nor in
terest. He caught Farbish's eye at
the same instant, and, though the plot
ter said nothing, the glance was subtle
and expressive. It seemed to prompt
and goad him on, as though the maa
had said:
"You mustn't stand that. Go after
him.”
“I reckon”—Samson's voice was a
pleasant drawl—‘‘It doesn't make any
particular difference, Mr. Horton."
"Even if what 1 said didn't happen
to be particularly commendatory?'' in
quired Horton, his eyes narrowing
"So long,” replied the Kentuckian,
'as what you said was your own opin
ion, 1 don't reckon It would interest
me much.”
11 i
"Don’t You See That This Thing Is a
Frame-Up?"
"In point ol fact' —Horton was pin
ing with steady t -stility into Sum
son’s eyes—“I prefer to tell you 1
nave rather generally expressed the
belief that you are a damned savage,,
unfit for decent society."
Samson’s face grew rigid and a trifle
pale. His mouth set Itself in a straight
line, but, as Wilfred Horton came to
his feet w tth the last words, the moun
taineer remained seated.
"And,” went on the New Yorker,
flushing with suddenly augmenting
passion, “what I said I still believe to
be true and repeat in your presence.
At another time and place. 1 shall be
even more explicit. I shall ask you to
explain—certain things."
“Mr. Horton,” suggested Samson in
an ominously quiet voice, “I reckon
you're a little drunk. If I were you,
I'd sit down.”
Wilfred’s face went from red to
white, and his shoulders stiffened. He
leaned forward, and for the instant
no one moved. The tick of the clock
was plainly audible.
“South,” he said, his breath coming
in labored excitement, “defend your
self!”
Samson still sat motionless.
"Against what?" he inquired.
"Against that!” Horton struck the
mountain man across the face with
his open hand. Instantly, there was a
commotion ,pf scraping chairs and
shuffling feet, mingled with a chorus
of inarticulate protest. Samson had
risen, and, for a second, his face had
become a thing of unspeakable pas
sion. His hand instinctively swept
toward his pocket—and stopped half
way. He stood by his overturned
chair, gazing into the even of his as
sailant. with an effort at self-mastery
which gave his chest and arms the
appearance of a man writhing ar.d
stiffening under electrocution. Then,
he forced both hands to his back and
gripped them there. For a moment,
the tableau was held, then the man
from the mountains began speaking,
slowly and in a tone of dead-level
monotony Each syllable was portent
ously distinct and cle.ar clipped
CONTINUED’IN NEXT labUE.
Rule for Success.
To escape criticism do nothing, say
nothing, be nothing; g<> in your hole
and pull the hole in after you.