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Foresta concluded to choose Mississippi, a state in which conditions were in some respects so thoroughly forbidding, as their future home.
He ran with all the speed at his command and arrived at the railway station just in time to see the mob begin its march with Bud and Foresta toward the scene of the killing of Sidney Fletcher. Arriving at the spot where Fletcher's body had been found, the mob halted and the leaders instituted the trial of the accused. "Did you kill Mr. Sidney Fletcher?" asked the mob's spokesman of Bud.
He likes the preacher all right. He will hardly ever go in and sit with me. He walks about out doors till church is out, then comes back home with me. You are tired listening to my foolishness, aren't you?" asked Foresta. "Not at all. I am interested," said the young woman reassuringly. "Well, Bud is a sort of a bashful boy. Dave was just the opposite. Dave was full of nerve.
The thousands of individual murders, and lynching by mobs, had so blunted the sensibility of these whites that they reached this decision without any qualms of conscience. Sidney Fletcher was agreed upon as the man to rid the settlement of Bud and Foresta. On this particular afternoon, Foresta's hair was hanging down her back in girlish fashion.
She bent over and kissed Foresta. "Bud and I are going to run away and get married. Run away from you," said Foresta laughingly. "And you must be awfully surprised when we come back. We are going to do this to avoid a lot of useless expense in getting up a big wedding. That money can go to help us get rid of those eating cancers, those old loan men." Mrs.
When Fletcher got in shooting distance he deliberately opened fire on Bud. After the third shot Bud raised his gun to his shoulder and fired and Fletcher fell backward a corpse. Bud and Foresta now looked at each other aghast. They knew the penalty attached to the raising of a black hand against a white man, even when that man unjustly sought the life of the black.
Who can tell the contents of the storm cloud that hangs low over this section where the tragedy of the ages is being enacted? Alene, O Alene, my spirit longs for thee!" Ramon took the train that night not for Almaville, for he had not the heart to bear the terrible tidings to those helpless, waiting, simple folks, the parents of Bud and Foresta.
After an hour's contemplation of the beauties of nature I descended once more through that ilex grove to Serrone. And now it began to grow decidedly warm. The wide depression between this village and Olevano used to be timbered and is still known as la selva or la foresta. Vines now occupy the whole ground. If they had only left a few trees by the wayside!
Bud kept a 'hemming and hawing' trying to, trying to er " "Well, just say that he was trying to," said the young woman, and the two laughed heartily. "Dave kept after Bud to speak out, but Bud was afraid that he would spoil matters," resumed Foresta. "They rigged up a scheme to find out where I stood without Bud's risking too much. Now, remember, Bud and Dave looked just alike, almost.
The human race has not thus far even approached the point of constructing such habitations as would render mankind indifferent to rumblings underground, nor has society such secure foundation that it can think lightly of its lower elements. In the long run the LeRoy Crutchers will be heard from. It is inevitable. Wherein Foresta First Appears.
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