The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1892-02-21
PIER XVII.

The moment Tracy was alone his spirits
vanished away, and all the misery of his
situation was manifest to him. To be
moneyloss and an objsot of the chairmak-
er's c~harity-this was bad enough, but his
! folly in proclainling himself an earl's son
to that SOOTHING and unbelieving crew, and
on top of that. tho humiliating result-the
recollection Of these things WAS a sharper
torture still. He made up his mind that he
would never play earl's son again before a
doubtful audience.
His father's nswer was a blow he 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 let him try and cure himself Of
his radicalism by hard, cold, Disseminating
experience. That seemed the most plausi-
bio theory. yet hs could not content him
self with it. A theory that pleased him
better was that this cablsgram would be
followed by another of a gentler sort. re-.
curing him to come home. Should he
write and strike his flag and ask for a
ticket home? Oh, no, that he couldn't ever
do. At least not yet. The sablegram
would come; it certainly would.
So he went from ono telegraph Office to
another, cvsiy day for nearly a week, and
asked if there was a cableRram for Howard
Tracy. No. there wasn't any. So thew
answered him at FIRST. Later they said it
before he had a chance to ask. Later still
thoy merely shook their heads impatiently
As coon as he cams in sight. After that he
was ashamedt to go any more.
lie was down in tbs lowest depths of de-
spnir, now; for tho harder Barrow tried to
find work for him the moro hopeless the
possibilities seemed to to grow. At last he
said to Barrow:
ttTn11r k>,>
l have got down now to whore I am not
only willing to acknowledge to myself that
l Am 4 shabby creature and full of false
prid0, but am willing to acknowledge it to
you. Well. I've been allowing You to wear
yourself ont hunting for work for me whom
there's boon a chance open to me all the
time. Forgive my prids-what was left Of
fess that il those chastity artists want
another confederate, Tn their man-for, at
least. am dead to shame"
No! Really, can you paint?"
MOT a. badly as they. No, / don't claim
that, for am not a genius; in fact, l am a
4 more artistic saroasm; but drunk or
asleep, | can beat those buccaneers"
shake! l want to shout! Oh. I tell Won,
l am immensely delighted and relieved.
oh. just to work-that is life! No matter
what the work is, that's of no consequence.
oAst WVIh itsOLl - plIUb Wu00 u mum y D6Hn
starving for it,. I've been there. Come
right along, Wen hunt the old boys up.
Don't You feel good. ] tell You l do"
The freebootsrs were not at home. But
their works were displayed in profusion all
about the little ratty studio. Cannon to the
right of them, cannon to the left of them,
cannon in front-it was Balaklava come
again.
Here's the uncontentsd haokman,
Tracy. Buckle to--deepen the seag cen to
turf, turn the ship into u hearss. Let the
bows have = taste OF your quality"
The artists arrived just ~ the last touch
put on. They stood transhxed with
my, souls. but SHE'S a sumner. tina.
h~ssrse! The hickman will just 70 all to
pisces when he seos thnt--won't he, Andyl"
Oh, its splendid, splendid! Herr Tracy.
Why hhf you not said you vas a GO sublime
srtist! Lob Gott, il you had it'd in Paris
,ou would be 4 Prss do Rome. dots volts
10 mAtter"
The arrangements wore soon made. Tracy