CONTENTS

IPOTTER’S CLAY[9]
IITHE HARVEST OF PASSION[23]
IIITHE AWAKENING OF SCIPIO[37]
IVSCIPIO BORROWS A HORSE[54]
VHUSBAND AND LOVER[69]
VISUNNY OAK PROTESTS[87]
VIISUNNY OAK TRIES HIS HAND[94]
VIIIWILD BILL THINKS HARD––AND HEARS NEWS[108]
IXTHE FORERUNNER OF THE TRUST[116]
XTHE TRUST[124]
XISTRANGERS IN SUFFERING CREEK[136]
XIITHE WOMAN[142]
XIIIBIRDIE AND THE BOYS[154]
XIVBIRDIE GIVES MORE ADVICE[167]
XVTHE TRUST AT WORK[177]
XVIZIP’S GRATITUDE[188]
XVIIJESSIE’S LETTER[196]
XVIIION THE ROAD[205]
XIXA FINANCIAL TRANSACTION[216]
XXHOW THE TRUST BOUGHT MEDICINE[225]
XXISCIPIO MAKES PREPARATIONS[236]
XXIISUNDAY MORNING IN SUFFERING CREEK[240]
XXIIIA BATH AND––[247]
XXIV––A BIBLE TALK[259]
XXVWILD BILL FIRES A BOMB[267]
XXVIWILD BILL INSPECTS HIS CLAIM[274]
XXVIISUSPENSE[285]
XXVIIIJAMES[296]
XXIXTHE GOLD-STAGE[304]
XXXON THE SPAWN CITY TRAIL[316]
XXXITHE BATTLE[325]
XXXIIA MAN’S LOVE[335]
XXXIIITHE REASON WHY[346]
XXXIVTHE LUCK OF SCIPIO[353]
XXXVHOME[363]

THE
TWINS OF SUFFERING CREEK

CHAPTER I

POTTER’S CLAY

Scipio moved about the room uncertainly. It was characteristic of him. Nature had given him an expression that suggested bewilderment, and, somehow, this expression had got into his movements.

He was swabbing the floor with a rag mop; a voluntary task, undertaken to relieve his wife, who was lounging over the glowing cookstove, reading a cheap story book. Once or twice he paused in his labors, and his mild, questioning blue eyes sought the woman’s intent face. His stubby, work-soiled fingers would rake their way through his straw-colored hair, which grew sparsely and defiantly, standing out at every possible unnatural angle, and the mop would again flap into the muddy water, and continue its process of smearing the rough boarded floor.