The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1891-04-23

OF the latest fit among those who are intel
ested in what they call Art. Just no.
you're fashion, phenomenon, or VIVA
ever you please. I appear to be the onl
person who knew anything about you here
and have been showing the most usefu
men few Of the sketches you gave m
from time to time. Those coming after wor
on the Central Southern Syndicate appea
so have done your business. YOU'RE in luck
''HRhi call it luckfdo call it luck Whe
a man has been kicking about the worl
like dog waiting for it to come. I'll luc
'em later o4. I want q place to work i
first"
"Come here" said Torpenhow. or Hssin,
the landing. "'This place is big box-l VOn
really, but it will do for you There's yov
skylight, or your north light or whatever
window you call it, and plenty of room to
slash around in, and bedroom What more
do you Nant2"
''Good enough" said Dick, looking round
| the large room that took up a third of a ton
story in the rickety chambers overlooking
the Thames. A pale yellow sun shone
through the skyltght and showed the much
dirt of the place. Three steps led from the
/ door to the landing and three more to Tor
penhow's room. The well of the staircase
disappeared into darkness, pricked bv tiny
gas jets, and there were sounds of men talk
ing and doors slamming seven flights below.
IN the warm gloom sss.;s-..sSz
DO they give you free hand here?" said
DICK cautiously. He was Ishmael enough
'" the value of liberty. &c.,
1 AN YOU .e; latch keys and license
unlimited. We are p9rfdanent tenants for
the most part here. Tisn't q place would
recommend for a Young Mems CHRISTIAN
Association, but it will serve. ! took these
rooms for you when I wired !"
you're great deal too kind, old man."
'You didn't suppose you were going away
from me, did you!" Torpenhow put his
hand on Dicks shoulder, and the two walked
up and down the room, henceforth to be
called the studio, in sweet and silent COM
munion. They heard rapping at Torpen-
how's door. "That's some ruffian come no
for drink, said Torpenhow; and he raised
his voice cheerily. There entered no one
more ruffanly than portly middle-aged
gentleman in a satin-faced frock coat. His
lips were parted and pale, and there were
deep pouches under the eyes.
Weak heart" said Dick to himself, End
as he shook hands, livery weak heart His
pulse is shaking his fingers
[F.s.s man introduced himself as the head
Of the Central Southern Syndicate and zone
of the most ardent admirers of your work,
Mr. Held2f. assure you, ip the name of
the syndicate, that we are immensely in
debted to you and I trust, Mr.. Heldar, you
won't forget that we were largely instru~
mental in bringing you before the public"
He painted because Of the seven flights OF
stairs
Dick glanced at Torpenhow, whose left
eyelid lay for moment dead on his cheek.
a shant forget, said Dick, every instinct
of defence reused in him. you've paid
me so well that I couldn't, you know. By
the way when | am settled in this place l
should like to send and get my sketches.
There must be nearly $50 of them with you"
''That is er-is what came to speak about.
I fear we can't allow it exactly, Mr.. Heldar.
In the absence of any specified agreement,
the sketches are our property, Of course"
do you mean to say that you are going to
keep them"
eyes; and we hope to have your help on
your own terms, Mr.. Heldar, to assist US in
arranging a little exhibition which, backed
by our name and the influence we naturally
command among the press, should be of
material service to you. Sketches such as
yours"
''Belong to me- You engaged me by wire,
! you paid me the lowest rates you dared.
You can't mean to keep them Good God
! alive, man, they're all I've got in the world !"
! Torpenhow watched Dicks face and Whis-
tied Dick walked up and down, thinking.
He saw the whole Of his littld4 tpck in trade,
the first weapon of his 6qui51Tent, annexed
at the outset OF his campaign by an elderly
gentleman whose name Dick had not caught
| Alright, who said that he represented syn
drate, which was a thing for which Dick
had not the least reverence. The injustice
of the proceedings did not much move him;
he had seen the strong hand prevail too often
in other places to be sQueamish over the
moral aspects Of right and wrong. But he
ardently desired the blood Of the gentleman
in the frock coat, and when he spoke again
it was with a strained sweetness that Tor
penhow knew well for the beginning Of
strife
"Forgive me, sir, but you have no-no
younger man who can arrange this business
with me-"
u speak for the syndicate, I see no
reason for a third party To-"
''You will in minute. Be good enough
to give back my sketches" ----@-~--
The man stared blankly at Dick and then
at Torpenhow, who was leaning against the
wall. He was not used to ex-empIoyes
who ordered him to be good enough to do
things.
+. Eyes, it is rather a cold-blooded steal,
said Torpenhow, critically, but I'm afraid,
I am very much afraid, you've struck the
wrong man. Be careful, Dick. Remember,
this isn't the Soudan."
considering what services the syndicate
have done you in putting your name before
the world"
This was not fortunate remark: it re-
minded Dick of certain vagrant years lived
out in loneliness and strife and unsatisfed
desires The memory did not contrast well
with the prosperous gentleman who pro-
posed to enjoy the fruit of those years.
II don't know quite what to do with you, "
began Dick, meditatively. "Of course
you're a thief and you ought to be half
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