Argosy All-Story Weekly, June 27, 1925 — page 61: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

By CHARLES NEVILLE BUCK Aathor of “‘ The Battle Cry,’’ ete. WHAT HAS OCCURRED IN PARTS I aad If! ADE MURRELL, a Kentucky mountain clan leader in his later twenties, comes in to Asheville, North Carolina, to collect thirty thousand dollars for a timber holding. Driving homeward in a covered cart, he finds a girl, semiconscious, in the road. Sbe is Cynthia Meade, a New York actress with a small part in a motion picture now being filmed in the Asheville setting. The girl is in a panicky Aight in the night, having been the only witness to the slaying from ambush of Jock Harn- son, a New York man about town. She fears a murder charge; Jock Harrison had been pursuing her. Cynthia appeals to the mountaineer to aid her Gight, and he agrees after she declares she is 8 good woman. She obeys Murrell’s command to wash off paint and powder, which in the mountain country denote the scarlet woman. Lesher Skidmore, leader of a rival clan, spreads a poison-tongue report about Cynthia, who has assumed the name of Stokes. Murrell’s mother, known as Aunt Lake Erie, scorns this hostile gossip and welcomes the girl. But a visitor is announced—Miss Purviance, a males aristocrat who is admired by the mountaineers—and the little actress shrinks from her verdict. CHAPTER XI. A CLIENT’S CONFESSION. building up of a school that was shaping a new generation out of feudal children. But it had, too, the stamp of breeding— EFT alone again, Cynthia crept to the a stamp that Cynthia recognized as the window with a heart that was thump- ing wildly against her ribs. She saw a woman of perhaps thirty, clear-eyed and erect, flannel shirted and clad in dependable khaki. The face proclaimed such character as had enabled this woman to come into a land of hatred and prejudices, and to smooth them all into friendship for the This story began jn the mark of one who stood separated from her- self across the boundary of society and sympathy. However roughly she might be dressed, in whatever hovels she might talk the simple language of her mountain friends, this woman would still be the aris- tocrat with the aristocrat’s best heritage of simple graciousness and intrepid courage. Argoay-Allatory Weekly for Jane 19, 833 MICLOOO Co S Co