The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1891-04-30

with this Hasn't he been praised and
cockered up too much! You know these
people here have no sense of proportion.
They'll call him a second Detaille and a
third-hand MISSIONER while his fashion
lasts. It's windy diet for a colt"
81 don't think it affects Dick much. You
might as well call young wolf lion, and
expect him to take the compliment in ex-
change for shin bone. Dicks soul is in
the bunk He's working for cash"
''Now he has thrown up war work, sup
pose he doesn't see that the obligations of
the service are just the same, only the pro-
prietors are changed"
Chow should he know? He thinks he is
his own master"
s'Does he? l could underceive him for
his good if there's any virtue in print. He
wants the whip lash"
"Lay it on with science then. I'd fay him
myself, but like him too much"
GIVE no scruples. He had the audacity
to try to cut me out with a woman at Cairo
once l forgot that, but remember now"
''Did he cut you out!"
stYou'll see when I have dealt with him :;
but after all, what's the good? Leave him
alone and he'll come home, if he has any
stuff in him, dragging or wagging his tail
behind him. There's more in week of
life than in a lively weekly. None the less
I'll slate him I'll slate him ponderously in
the CGtechism."
"Good luck to you! But fancy nothing
short of croWbar would make Dick vince.
His soul seems to have been fired before we
came across him. He's intensely sus-
picious and utterly lawless."
Matter of temper" said the Nilghai.
''It's the same with horses. Some you
wollop and they work some you wollOp and
they jib. and some you wollop and they go
out for a walk with their hands in their
pockets"
'"That's exactly what Dick has done, y
said Torpenhow. 'Wait till he comes back.
In the mean time, you can begin your Stating
here. I'll show you some of his last and
worse work in his studio"
Dick had instinctively sought running
water for a comfort to his mood of mind.
He was leaning over the em6ankment wall,
watching the rush Of the Thames through
arches of Westminster Bridge. He began
by thinking of TOrpenhOW's advice, but, as
Of custom, lost himself in the study Of the
faces f1Ock1ng by Some had death written
on their features, and Dick marvelled that
they could laugh Others, clumsy and coarse
built for the most part, were alight with
love; others were merely drawn and lined
with work; but there was something, Dick
knew to be made out of them all. The poor
at least would suffer that he might learn
and the rich should pay for the output of
his learning Thus his credit in the world
and his cash balance at the bank would be
increased So much the better for him. He
had suffered. Now he would take toll of the
ills of others.
The fog was driven apart for a moment,
and the sun shone, blood-red wafer, on
the water Dick watched the spot till he
heard the voice Of the tide between the
piers die down like the wash Of the sea at
low tide. A girl hard pressed by her lover
shouted shamelessly, "Ah, get away, you
sbeast!" and shift of the same wind that
had opened the fog drove across Dicks face
the black smoke of river steamer at her
berth below the wall, He was blinded for
the moment, then spun round and found
himself face to face With-Maisie.
There was no mistaking. The years had
turned the child to woman, but they had
not altered the dark gray eyS6;x the thin
scarlet lips, or the firmly modelled mouth
and chin; and, that all should be as it was
of old, she wore closely fitting gray dress.
Since the human soul is infinite and not
in the least under its own command, Dick,
advancing, said ''Halloo!" after the manner