The sun., 1892-02-21

steady. Thcrs-irs just as thonsht- --hoped.
any way: you're all right, thank goodness.
Nothing the matter with your mind But don't
do that again. even for fun. II Isn't Wise.
They wouldn't have believed II you had becn
an eari's son. Why. they couldnt-don't you
| know thatp Whatever possessed you to take
such freak' But never mind about that:
| let's not talk OF II. II was q mistake: you see
| that yourself"
"Yes-it was mistake"
| well. Just drop It out OF your mind: IT'S no
harm: we all make thom. Pull your courage
together. and don't brood. and don't give UP.
I'm at your back. and we'll pull through. don't
you be afraid"
When he was gone Barrow walked tho floor
| n good while. uneasy In his mind. He said to
himself. I'm troubled about him. He never
would havo made n break like that II he hadn't
been llttlo of his balance. But I know what
| being out OF work and no prospect ahead can
do for man. First, it knocks the pluck out Of
him and drags his pride In tho dirt: worry
does the rest. and his mind gots shnky. Unjust
talk to these people, No-if there's any
humanity In them-and there is at bottom
they'll be easier on him II they think his trou-
bios have disturbed his reason. But I've got
to ind him some work; works the only med
| icne for his disease. Poor devil away or
| here. and not friend"
CHAPTER XVII.
The momont Trncy was alone his spirits
| vanished away. and all the misery Of his situa
| tion was manifest to him. To be moneyless
and an object OF tho chairmakers charity
| this was bad enough. but his folly in pro-
| claiming himself an earl's son to that scoflng
and unbslievlng crew. and. on top Of that. the
| humilatine result-tho recollection OF those
things was u sharper torture still. He made
| up his mind that ho would never play earl's
son again before doubtful audience.
His fathers answer was blow no could not
understand. At times he thought his father
imagined he could get work to do In America
without any trouble. and was minded to lot
| him try 1t and cure himself OF his radicalisn,
| Ly hard. cold. disseminating experience. That
| seomcd tho most plausible theory. yet he could
not content himself with Il. A theory that
pleased him better was that this cablegram
| would be followed by another OF gentler sort.
requiring him to come home. Should he write
and strike his flag and ask for ticket honor
Oh. no. that he couldn't ever do. At least not
yet That cablosram would come; it GER
tainly would.
So he went from one telegraph Office to an
other. evory day for nearly week. and asked
X there was n cablegram for Howard Tracy.
No. there wasn't any. So they answered him
| at first. Later they said 1t before he had
chance to ask Later still they merely shook
their heads as soon as he came in sight After
that lie was ashamed to 60 any more.
He was down in tho lowest depths OF de-
spair now: for the harder Barrow tried to find
work for him the more hopeless seemed to
grow. At last he said to Barrow:
Look here. want to make q confession.
l have got down now to where am not only
willing to acknowledge to myself that am
shabby creature and full OF false pride. but am
willing to acknowledge 1t to you. Well. I've
been allowing you to wear yourself out hunt
ing for work for me when there's been
chance open to me oil the time Forgive my
pride-what was left OF 1t. 1t is all gone now.
and I've come to confess that II those ghastly
artists want another confederate. I'm their
| man-for. at least. I am dead to shame"
"Nor Really. can you paintI"
Not so badly as they. No. don't claim
that. for am not a genius in fact. am a
| very Indifferent amateur. a siouchy dabsrer a
| mere artistic sarcasm: but drunk or asleep
| can beat those buccaneers"
Shake! want to shout! Oh. I tell you. I
| am immensely delighted and relieved. Oh.
| Just to work-that is life! No mattor what the
| work is. that's Of no consequence Just work
| itself Is bliss when mans been starving for
It. I've been there. Come right along. we'll
hunt the old boys UP. Don't you feel good?
| tell you do"
works were dlsrlAyed ID ptofuslon al shout
the little ratty studio. Cannon to the right Of
them. cannon to the left Of them. cannon in
front-it was Balaclnva come again.
Here's the uncontented hackman. Tracy.
Buckle to-deepen the seagreen to turf. turn
tho ship into hearse. Let the boys have o
taste Of your quality"
The artists arrived just as the last touch
was put On. They stood transfixed with ad-
miration.
my souls but she's sumner. that hearse!
The hackman will just 60 all to pieces when
he sees that-won't he. Andy?''
"Oh. it's splendid Herr Tracy. why haf
you not said you vas SO sublime artist
Liebe Gott, II you had lifd In Paris you would
be Pree de Rome. dots vot's de matter"
The arrangements were soon made. Tracy
was taken into full and equal partnership. and
he went straight to work. with dash and
energy. to reconstructing gems OF art whose
accessories had failed to satisfy. Under his
hand on that and succeeding days. artillery
disappeared and tho embems Of peace and
commerce took its place-cats. hacks. sausa-
ces. tugs. fire engines. pianos. guitars. rocks
gardens Aowor pots. landscapes whatever
was wanted lle flung 1t in: and the moro out.
of-placo and absurd the required object was.
tho more JOY he got out OF fabricatng 1t. The
pirates were delighted. tho customers mp
plauded. the sex began to flock In. great was
tho prosperity OF the nrm. Tracy was obliged
to confess to himself that there was some-
thing about work-even such grotesque and
humble work as this-which satisfied q some.
thing in his nature which had never been sat-
ishcd before. and also gave him a strange. new
dignity in his own private view OF himself
t0aI oI,arfr Torok okaaH H<re
was In state OF deep detection. For a good
while now. he had been leading sort OF life
which was calculated to kill: for 1t had con-
sisted in regularly alternating days OF brilliant
homo and black disappointment. The brilliant
hopes wore created hy the magician Sellers.
and they always promised that now he had got
the trick. sure. and would effectively in nfuence
that mnteraizcd cowboy to cal at the Towers
before night. Tire black dlsappointments