The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-12-05
Copyright, 1896, by the Bachelor Syndicate.

I trated paper and tried to scrape enough
| together ito paint your picture, until
you broke down, tlat-black coffee be-
| ing proverbially not filling. Now
don't lie there in ditch and get maud
lin. Just answer me this. Suppose
| you have bread and peer and room
and your canvas and traps, are you or
are you not man enough to paint your
pcture?"
The painters soul leaped in his eyes.
"Well, you are willing to paint it,
| my boy. SO what's the use of whining?
| But first, we've got to eat. I've talked
enough. Now I'm going to grid up my
| loins and storm the town."
''As we've stormed the Others" Rich
ard said bitterly.
| Not at all. Quite otherwise. This
town will be squeezed" He opened
: and closed his hands significantly.
] We've been, up To this present, too
| |. virtuouS. Virtue is not filling. Nor
does it make for responsibility. Look
| ut our clothes. 1 shall now take to
the road. Put money in thy purse.
I've no conception what you mean,
| F'lorio," the other returned wearily.
| Nor |. That is, l have created the
gigantic outlines. but not yet the fine
details. advise you to pull your hat
| over your eyes and take a nap. 1t Will
cost us nothing. Anyhow, don't worry.
Things are going tO'be all right I'll be
back soon. Don't faint, little one!
: Mind, no nonsense
| "Florio, have you cne single penny
! Not |. If had a penny, pray where
would be the genius in getting some
| bread?"
Richard sighed and covered his face:
too disheartened to hope, too hungry
| tn sleep. he lay mOtionless and mis-
erable by the roadside. while Flori)
| tramped uc hill with spirited effect
| at the start, but soon with tagging feet
and a uerolexed countenance.
"Oh. Lord" he grOaned, 'whet my
! wits, or ! cannot keep Chardo'S soul
and body together, and when you are
driven into Il corner it's no use split
| ting hairs | told them the TRUTH he
reflected resentfully. land nobody be-
lieved or cared. Old fools that pretend
to know everything beforehand, and
| are always sighting and Scenting some
thing rotten! Dolts that imagine them
selves shrewd because they invite dis
appointment and fatten on suspicion.
| tell them honestly who my father
| was and what | know and can do and
want, and what sort of fellow Richard
| is. and what a heroic fight he has
| made The sleek ones with full bellies
smile. 1t sounds rather improbable.
they say. The art professors are very
sorry. OF course, in their position, and
so ON and so forth. they have good
many such applications. Besides
didn't l want to punch that smirk!-
| if Il man has genuine talent he Is sure
To make his mark somehow sooner or
later. Then out stalks nv lord Rich
ard. as naughty as hidalgo with a
patch i'm his trousers. The commercial
nabobs make still shorter work of me,
and no newspaper needs a stevedore
about my size.
improbable? OF course 1t is i'm
probable. The truth mostly Is, deuce
take it! | don't know as I'd believe it
myself, if my stomach would SIT down
and be mannerly. All the same two
young fellows of fair education with
no crimes on their conscience. no dis
grace in their families, and through
no fault of their own, are nearly FAM
! ishing ON the outskirts of this rich
town this day
We'll, town, if truth is too good for
you, I'll give you some ornamental ly-