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The Call of the Cumberlands 275
The girl dropped on a rock, with a sudden sob, her defiance suddenly giving way to her finer emotions.
"Think it over," said Lescott kindly, "and see if your heart doesn't say that I am Samson's friend — and yours."
Sally thought it over — thought it over with pain and sorrow, but with a true and open mind, and when Samson went to see her that night, at the Widow Miller's cabin, he found a miserable and dejected-looking girl sitting on the stile. As he approached her, she looked up and asked abruptly :
"Aire ye goin' away, Samson?"
"Who's a-been a-talkin' to demanded angrily.
"Hit hain't nuthin' ter git mad about, Samson," she said gravely. "The artist man 'lowed as how ye had a right ter go down ther an' git an edication. I thinks ye had oughter go, Samson. There hain't nuthin' in these hills fer ye. Down there ye'll see lots o' things thet's new and civilized an' — an' lots o' girls thet kin read an' write."
Samson reached for the girl's hand, and whispered:
"I reckon I won't see no girls thet's es good es you be, Sally," he said softly. "Honey, I reckon ye knows thet whether I goes or stays, we're a-goin' ter git married."
"You're a-goin' ter think different after a while," insisted the girl. "When ye goes, I hain't a-goin' ter be expectin' yer ter come back, but I'm a-goin' ter be hopin'."
"Sally," said the young man earnestly, "don't ye see thet I wants ter
oughter do hit," said the girl wearily. And so it was that one day, not long after George Lescott had returned to his home in the East, that he received a message, in the form of a telegram, announcing that Samson was on his way to New York ; and on the following morning — the day set for the arrival of the mountaineer — the artist received another message, in the form of a telephone conversation with the police of the MacDougal Street station, announcing that Samson had arrived and was safely locked up for assaulting an who had tried to take his away from him'.
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At home he also worked, using Adrienne as a subject.
"Snappy work!" said Wilfred Horton, an admirer of Lescott's sister Adrienne, who happened to be present when the artist made the startling announcement to the family, all of whom were looking forward with great interest to meeting the "Barbarian," as Horton called the mountaineer.
Lescott, whose influence was considerable in the city, had little difficulty in. obtaining the release of Samson, whom the artist took at once to the building1 where he had his studio, and