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THE YALE EXPOSITOR. THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 19. 1914. CUMBERLAND5 & CHARLES NEVILLE BUC, WITH ILLUSTRATIONS FRCWV PHOTOGRAPHS OF "r'FNFS IN THE PLAY 2&m,fBU&t CHAPTER I. Close to the serried backbone of the Cumberland ridge through a sky of mountain clarity, the sun seemed hesi tating before Its descent to the hori zon. The sugar-loaf cone that tow ered above a creek called Misery was pointed and edged with emerald trac ery where the loftiest timber thrust up Its crest plumes into the eun. On the hillsides It would be light for more than an hour yet, but below, where the waters tossed themselves along In a chorus of tiny cascades, the light was already thickening Into a cathedral gloom. Down there the "fur rtner" would have seen only the rough course of the creek between moss relveted and shaded bowlders of titanic proportions. The native would hare recognized 'the country road In these tortuous twlstlngs. A great block of sandstone, to whose summit a man standing In his saddle could scarcely reach his fingertips, towered above the stream, with a gnarled scrub oak clinging tenaciously to Its apex. Loft ily on both sides climbed the moun tains cloaked in laurel and timber. Suddenly the leafaee was thrust aside from above by a cautious hand, and a shy, half-wild girl appeared In the opening. For an Instant she halt ed, with her brown fingers holding back the brushwood, and raised her face as though listening. As she stood with the toee of one bare foot twisting in the gratefully cool moss she laughed with the sheer exhilara tion of life and youth, and started out on the table top of the huge rock. Hut there she halted suddenly with a startled exclamation and drew Instinc tively back. What 6he saw might well have astonished her, for it was a thing ehe had never seen before and of which she had never heard. Finally, reassured by the silence, she slipped across the broad face of the flat rock for a distance of twenty-five feet and paused again to listen. At the far edge lay a pair of saddle bags, such as form the only practical equipment for mountain travelers. Near them lay a tin box, littered with small and unfamiliar-looking tubes of soft metal, all grotesquely twisted and stained, and beside the box was a strangely shaped plaque of wood smeared with a dozen hues. That this plaque was a painter's sketching pal ette was a thing which she could not know, since the ways of artists had to do with a world as remote from her own as the life of the moon or stars. It was one of those vague mys teries that made up the wonderful life of "down below." Why had these things been left here in such confu sion? If there was a man about who owned them he would doubtless return to claim them. She crept over, eyes and ears alert, and slipped around to the front of the queer tripod, with all her muscles poised In readiness for flight. A half-rapturous and utterly aston ished cry broke from her lips. She stared a moment, then dropped to the moss-covered rock, leaning back on her brown hands and gazing Intently. nits purty! sne approved, in a low, musical murmur. "Hit'e plumb. dead beautiful!" Of course It was not a finished pic ture merely a study of what lay be fore her but the hand that had placed these brush strokes on the academy board was the sure, deft hand of a master of landscape, who had caught the splendid spirit of the thing and fixed it immutably In true and glowing appreciation. Who he was; where he had gone; why his work stood there unfinished and aban doned, were detaile which for the mo ment this half-savage child-woman for got to question. She was conscious only of a sense of revelation and awe, Then she saw other troards, like the one upon the easel, piled near the paint box. These were dry, and rep resented the work of other days; but they were all pictures of her own mountains, and In each of them, as In this one, wae something that made her heart leap. To her own people these steep hill sides and "coves" and valleys were matter of course. In their stony soli they labored by day, and in their shad ows sleDt when work was done. Yet someone had discovered that they held a picturesque and rugged beauty; that they were not merely steep fields where the plow was useless and tie hoe must be used. She must tell San) son Samson, whom she held In an artless exaltation of hero worship Samson, who was so "smart" that he . thought about things beyond her un derstanding; Samson, who could not only read and write, but speculate on problematical matters. ; Suddenly she came to her feet with a ewlft-dartlng Impulse of alarm. Her ear had caught a sound. She cast searching glances about her, but the tangle was empty of humanity. The water still murmured over the rocks undisturbed. There was no sign human presence, other than herself that her eyes could discover and yet to her ears came the sound again, and thin time more distinctly. It was the eound of a man's voice, and It wai moanln & If In pain. She rose and searched vainly through the bushes of the hillside where the rock raa out from the woods. She lifted her skirts and splashed her feet In the shallow creek water, wading persistently up, and down. Her shyness was forgotten. The groan wae a groan of a human creature In distress, and she must find and succor the person from whom It came.' Certain sounds are baffling as to di rection. A voice from overhead or Her Hps nt yes were sober as she replied. "I reckon thet's all right." "And what's worse, I've got to be more trouble. Did you see anything of a brown mule?" She shook her head. "Ha must have wandered off. May I ask to whom I am Indebted for thle first aid to the Injured?" "I don't know what ye means." She had propped him against the rocks and sat near by, looking Into his face with almost disconcerting steadi ness; her solemn-puplled eyes were unblinking, unsmiling. "Why, I mean who are you?" he laughed. "I hain't nobody much. I Jest lives over yon." "Hut," Insisted the man, "surely you have a name." She nodded. "Hit'e Sally." "Then, Miss Sally, I want to thank you." Once more she nodded, and, for the first time, let her eyes drop, while she broken by echoing obstacles does not i gat nurglng ner knees. Finally she readily betray its source. Finally she stood up and listened once more In tentlyher attitude full'of tenee ear nestness. "I'm shore a fool," she announced, half aloud. "I'm shore a plumb fool." Then she turned and disappeared In the deep cleft between. the gigantic bowlder upon which she had been sit ting and another small only by com parison. There, ten feet down. In a narrow alley littered with ragged stones, lay the crumpled body of a man. It lay with the left arm doubled under It, and from a gash In the fore head trickled a thin stream of blood. Also, It was the body of such a man as she had not seen before. Although from the man came a low groan mingled with his breathing, it was not such a sound as comes from fully conscious lips, but rather that of a brain dulled Into coma. Freed from her fettering excess of shynese by his condition, the girl stepped surely from foothold to foot hold until she reached his side. She Btood for a moment with one hand on the dripping walls of rock, looking down while her hair fell about her face. Then, dropping to her knees, she shifted the doubled body Into a leaning posture, straightened the limbs, and began exploring with effi cient fingers for broken bones. She had found the left arm limp above the wrist, and her fingers had dlacnosed a broken bone. But uncon sciousness must have come from the blow on the head, where a bruise was already blackening, and a gash still trickled blood. She lifted her skirt and tore a long strip of cotton from her single petti coat. Then she picked her bare-footed way swiftly to the creek bed. where she drenched the cloth for bathing and bandaging the wound. When she had done what ehe could by way of first aid she sat supporting the man's shoulders and shook her head dub! ously. Finally the man's lids fluttered and his Hps moved. Then he opened his eyes. "Hello!" said the stranger, vaguely. I seem to have" He broke off, and his lips smiled. It was a friendly, un derstanding smile, and the girl, fight What air hit?" she tensely demand ed. "What air hit, Samson? What fer hev ye fotched yer gun ter the field?" The boy laughed. "Oh, hit ain't nothln' pertic'ler," he reassured. "Hit hain't nothln fer a gal ter fret herself erbout, . only I kinder suspicions strangers Jeet now." "Air the truce busted?" She put the question In a tense, deep-breathed whisper, and the boy replied casually, almost Indifferently. "No. Sally, hit hain't Jest ter say busted, but 'pears like hit's right smart cracked. I reckon, though," he added In half-disgust, "nothln won't come of hit." Somewhat reassured, she bethought herself again of her mission. "This here furriner hain't got no harm In him, Samson," she pleaded. "He 'pears ter be more like a gal than a man. He's real puny. He's got . u r --A ''. ...... v glanced up and asked with plucked-up courage: "Stranger, what mout yore name be?" "Lescott George Lescott." "How'd ye git hurt?" He shook his head. "I was painting up there," he said; "and I gue6s I got too absorbed in the work. I stepped backward to look at the canvas and forgot where the edge was. I stepped too far." The man rose to his feet, but he tot tered and reeled against the wall of ragged stone. The blow on his. head had left him faint and dizzy. He sat down again. "I'm afraid," he ruefully admitted. "that I'm not quite ready for dlecharge from your hospital." You Jest set where yer at." The girl rose and pointed up the mountain side. "I'll light out across the hill and fotch Samson an' his mule." "Who and where is Samson?" he Inquired. He realized that the bot tom of the valley would shortly thick en into darkness, and that the way out, ungulded, would become Impos sible. "It sounds like the name of a strong man." I means Sameon South," she en lightened, as though further descrip tion of one so celebrated would be re dundant. "Ho's over thar 'bout three-quarters." "Three-quarters of a mile?" She nodded. What else could three- quarters mean? How long will It take you?" he asked. She deliberated. "Samson's hoeln' corn in the fur hill field. He'll hev ter cotcn his mule. Hit mout tek a half-hour." You can't do It In a half-hour, can you?" I'll Jest take my foot in my hand, an' light out." She turned, and with a nod was gone. At last she came to a point where a clearing rose on the mountainside above her. The forest blanket wae stripped off to make way for a fenced in and crazily tilting field of young corn. High up and beyond, close to the bald shoulders of sandstone which threw themselves against the sky, was the figure of a man. As the girl halted at the foot of the field, at, last, panting from her exertions, he was sitting on the rail fence, looking absently down on the outstretched panorama below him. Samson South wae not, strictly speaking, a man. His age was per haps twenty. He sat loose-Jointed and Indolent on the top rail of the fence, his hands hanging over his knees, his hoe forgotten. Near by, propped against the rails, rested a repeating rifle, though the people would have told you that the truce In the "South Hollman war" had been unbroken for two years, and that no clansman need In these halcyon days go armed afield CHAPTER II. f - 3 A Low Groan Mingled With His Breathing. lng hard the shy Impulse to drop his shoulders and flee Into the kind mask lng of the bushes, was in a measure reassured. "You must hev fell offen the rock, ehe enlightened. I think I might have fallen into worse circumstances," replied the un known. "I reckon you kin set up alter a little" "Yes, of course." The man suddenly realized that although he was quite comfortable as he was he could scarcely expect to remain permanently In the support of her bent arm. He attempted to prop himself on his hurt hand and relaxed with a twinge of ex treme rain. The color, which bad be gun to creep back Into his cheeks, left them again, and his Hps compressed themselves tightly to bite off an ex clamaVlon of suffering. "Thet air left arm air Dusted, an nounced the young woman, quietly. "Ye've got ter be heedful'? Had one of her own men hurt him self and behaved stoically It would have been mere matter of course; but her eyes mirrored a pleased surprise at the stranger's good-natured nod and his quiet refusal to give expression to pain.. It relieved her of the neces sity for contempt. Tm afraid," apologized the painter, "that I're been a great deal of trouble to you." Sally clambered lightly over the fence and started on the last 6tage of her Journey, the climb across the young corn rows. It was a field stood on end. and the hoed ground was un even; but with no seeming of wear! ness her red dress flashed steadfastly across the green spears, and her voice wae raised to shout: "Hello, Samson! The young man looked up and waved a languid greeting. He did not remove his hat or descend from his place of rest, and Sally, who expected no such attention, came smilingly on. Samson was her hero. Slow of utterance and diffident with the stranger, words now came fast and fluently ns she told her story of the man who lay hurt at the foot of the rock "Hit hain't long now tell sundown. Ehe urged. "Hurry, Samson, an git yore mule. I've done give him my promise ter fotch ye right straight back." Samson took off his hat, and tossed the heavy lock upward from his fore head. His brow wrinkled with doubts "What .sort of lookln feller air he? While Sally sketched a description. the young man's doubt grew graver. "This hain't no fit time ter be takln In folks what we hain't acquainted with." he objected. In the mountains white skin and a bow of ribbon on hie neck an' he paints plctchers." The boy's face had been hardening with contempt as the description ad vanced, but at the last words a glow came to his eyes, and he demanded almost breathlessly: "Paints pictchers? How do ye know that?" "I seen 'era. He was palntin one when he fell offen the rock and busted his arm. It's shore es beautiful es " she broke off, then added with a sud den peal of laughter "es er plctcher." The young man slipped down from the fence, and reached for the rifle. The hoe he left where it stood. 'I'll git the nag," he announced briefly, and swung off without further parley toward the curling spiral of smoke that marked a cabin a quarter of a mile below. Ten mlnutee later his bare feet swung against the ribs of a gray mule and his rifle lay bal anced across the unsaddled withers. Sally sat mountain fashion behind him, facing straight to the side. So they came along the creek bed and Into the sight of the man who still sat propped against the mossy rock. As Lescott looked up he closed the case of his watch and put it back Into his pocket with a smile. Snappy work, that!" he called out 'Just thirty-three minutes. I dldn t believe It could be done.' Samson's face was masklike, but as he surveyed the foreigner, only the ingrained dictates of the country's hospitable code kept out of his eyes a gleam of scorn for this frail mem ber of a eex which should be stalwart "Howdy?" he said. Then he added suspiciously: "What mout yer bust ness be In these parts, stranger?" Lescott gave the Odyssey of his wan derlngs. since he had rented a mule at Hlxon and ridden through the coun try, sketching where the mood prompt ed and sleeping wherever he found a hospitable roof at the coming of the evening Ye come from over on Cripple- shin?" The boy flashed the question with a sudden hardening of the voice, and, when he was affirmatively ana swered, bis eyes contracted and bored searchingly into the stranger's face. Where'd ye put up last night?" Red Bill Hollman's house, at the mouth of Meeting House fork; do you know the place?" Samson's reply was curt. "I knows hit all right." There was a moments pause rather an awkward pause. Lescott'e mind began piecing together frag ments of conversation he had heard, until he had assembled a sort of men tal Jigsaw puzzle The South-Hollman feud had been mentioned by the more talkative of his Informers, and carefully tabooed by others notable among them his host of last night It now dawned on him that he was crossing the boun dary and coming as the late guest of a Hollman to ask the hospitality of a South. "I didn't know whose house It was, he hastened to explain, "until I was benighted and asked for lodging. They were very kind to me. I d never seen them before. I'm. a stranger here abouts. Samson only nodded. If the explana tlon failed to satisfy him, it at least seemed to do so. I reckon ye'd better let me holp . . .1 . i , i i . ye up on mei oiu inuie, u oaiu, hit's a-comin on ter be night With the mountaineer's aid, Lescott clambered astride the mount, then he turned dubiously. I'm sorry to trouble you," he ven tured, "but I .have a paint box ana Borne materials up there. If you'll bring them down here, 111 show you how to pack the easel, and, by the way," he anxiously added, "please to handle that fresh canvas carefully by the edge It's not dry yet. He had anticipated impatient con tempt for his artists Impedimenta, but to his surprise the mountain boy climbed the rock and halted before the Bketch with a face that slowly softened to an expression of amazed admiration. Finally he took uo the square of academy board with a ten der care of which his rough hands would have seemed incapable and stood stock still, presenting an anoma lous figure in his rough clothes as his eves crew almost idolatrous, men upetream In silence. Finally Samson epoke slowly and diffidently. "Stranger," he ventured, "ef hit hain't askln too much, will ye let me see ye paint ono of them things?" "Gladly," was the prompt reply. Then the boy added covertly: "Don't say nothln erbout hit ter none of these folks. They'd devil me." The dusk was falling now, and the hollows choking with murk. "We're nigh home now," said Sam son at the end of some minutes' silent plodding. "Hit's right beyond thet thar bend." Then they rounded a point of tim ber and came upon a Bmall party of men whose attitudes even In the dim ming light conveyed a subtle sugges tion of portent. Thet you, Samson?" called an old man's voice, which was Btlll very deep and powerful. Hello, Unc Spencer!" replied the boy. Then followed a silence unbroken until the mule reached the group, re vealing that besides the boy another man and a strange man had Joined their number. "Evenin", stranger," they greeted him, gravely; then again they fell silent, and In their silence was evi dent constraint. This hyar mans a furriner," an nounced Samson, briefly. "He feu JEKYLL 10 HE LIFEIS BARED "Society" Burglar of New York Confesses to An Amazing Criminal Career. Tamarack South. offen a rock an' got hurt I lowed I'd fotch him home ter stay all night The elderly man who had hailed the boy nodded, but. with an evident an noyance. It seemed that to him the others deferred as to a commanding officer. The cortege remounted and rode slowly toward the house. At last the elderly man came alongside the mule and Inquired: 'Samson, where was ye last night? 'Thet's my business." 'Mebbe hit ain't." The old moun talneer spoke with no resentment, but deep gravity. "We've been powerful oneasy erbout ye. Hev ye heered the news?" "What news?" The boy put the question noncommlttally. Jese Furvy was shot this morn lng." The boy vouchsafed no reply. "The mall rider done told hit . Somebody shot five shoots from the laurel. . . . Purvey haln t died ylt . . Some says as how his folks has sent ter Lexington fer blood hounds." The boy's eyes began to smolder hatefully. "I reckon." he spoke slowly, "he didn't git shot none too soon.". Samson!" The old man's voice had the ring of determined authority When I dies yeil be the head of the Souths, but so long es I m a-runnm this hyar famiy I keeps my word ter friend an' foe alike. I reckon Jesse I'urvy knows who got yore pap, but up till now no South haln t never busted no truce." The boy's voice dropped its softness and took on a shrill crescendo or ex citement" as he flashed out his retort. 'Who said a South has done busted the truce this time?" Old Splcer South gazed searchingly at his nephew. - (TO BE CONTINUED.) EVEN DECEIVES WIFE YOU'LLlikeFatimas a really delightful, mild Turkish blend. 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Eaton, however, not taking his wife into his financial confidence, spent much more than his salary as secre tary. Ocaslonally, he would mix ia the ray throngs at the expensive hotels, where his acquaintance was wide, now posing as Williams, now Eaton, and at other times as Brown. Eaton did not patronize the dancing places frequented by the gay est of the gay. He chose for his tango-tea appearances resorts fre quented almost wholly by persons of acknowledged social standing and un Questioned wealth. He cared nothing for meeting beautiful women of slen der finances; he cared only to dance attendance upon matrons possessing Jewels of great value. To such worn en, the "society" burglar made him self agreeable. He danced well, talked well. aDDeared well, and lied well Eaton Meets a Victim. It was at the exclusive Hotel Astor that Eaton met Mrs. Gertrude Pike, a New York woman of wealth and posl tlon. He tangoed with her under the name of Williams, chatted with her, took teas with her, making himself an entertaining companion. Mrs. Pike, 20 0M. SCORED ONE ON THE HOTEL Simeon Ford Tells How He Once En tertalned Guest With Lively Sense of Humor. Simeon Ford, who accomplished the extraordinary feat of running the Grand Union Hotel and being a humorist of nation-wide reputation at the same time, and, now that the hotel Is defunct, Is presumably turn ing his whole attention to the con vulsing of dinner guest3 over their coffee, expressed himself with much modesty In reply to a question of the Boston Herald. "I never tell stories," wrote he, "nor can I remember them." That looked damaging. But presently Mr. Ford brightened up amazingly and finished his communication In this way: "Here is a bit of humor, however, and a true hotel happening: "Our 6teward had printed on the bills of farehe following notice: " 'All articles brought Into the hotel and used at the table will be charged for as though furnished by the house. "Some one mailed me one of these bills and under the notice he had written : "'Does this apply to false teeth 7 " SUFFERED FOR FOUR YEARS. Mr. J. M. Tenn., writes: which weakened caused an awful Queerest Dance In the World. The Godavarl dance of the malay- ers, or drummers, of Malabar Is a very popular function when tne native farmers are taking their ease after the hard work of harvest. The principal character is a weird figure .supposed to represent the sacred cow of the gods, Kamachenu. A small boy car ries this about while the other per formers, decked out In primitive fash Ion with painted bodlee and hideous masks, go through a weird dance, ac companied by much drum beating and singing. Wherever it goes the co is supposed to shower blessings BD4 prosperity, and so, ostensibly to please the animal, but In reality to satlsij the dancers, prestnte of money piddy or rice are given to the performers. This custom has been in existence from time Immemorial and Is likely any time Is the time to take In Strang- he brought the landscape over to Its to continue as long as agriculture en- unless there are secrets to be creator, ana, tnougn no wora was spoken, there flashed between the eyes of the artist, whose signature gave to a canvas the value of a precious stone and the jeans-clad boy whose destiny was that of the vendetta, a subtle, wordless meseage. It was the coun tersign of brothers-In-blood who rec ognize in each other the bond of a mutual passion. dures among the Hindus of Malabar.- Wide World Magazine. WhatAttracted Him. A mother took her four-year-old son to a restaurant for his first luncheon outside of the nursery at home. He behaved with perfect propriety, and watched the elaborate service with keen Interest. When the finger bowls The boy and the girl, under Lescott's were placed on the table, he noticed nrisal in which he was biding his time, direction packed the outfit and stored the square white mint on the plate yet the coming of the day when the the canvas In the protecting top or tne at the side or. tne dowi, ana ex trur must end haunted her thoughts, box. Then, while sally turnea ana claimed: "Oh. motner, iook at tne RhA rim rinse, and her voice sank strode down creek in search of Lee-1 cunning little cakes of soap he wlln her sinking heart. I cott's lost mount, the two men rode brought us 1" Harper's Magazine. ers guarded from outside eyes . "Why hain't It?" demanded the girl. "He's hurt We kaln't leave him layln' thar. kin we?" Suddenly her eyes caught sight of the rifle leaning near by, and straight way they filled with apprehension Her militant love would have turned to hate for Samson, should be have proved recreant to the mission of re- Flred on the Fleeing Man and Brought Him Down. Introduced to him In good faith by an old friend, a woman, gladly accepted Eaton's proffered escort home after a tango-tea at the Hotel Astor. During the trip to Mrs. Pike's home, her hand bag dropped, scattering Its contents. Eaton picked up the things, falling. however to put Into a bag a key to Mrs. Pike's apartment. The next aft ernoon the apartment of Mrs. Pike was robbed of money and valuable Jewels. She reported to the police. Eaton Falls Into a Trap. 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