Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1903-04-09
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WOui0 DC uuut " speak u Ill Il week.
Besides, shouldn't go. l don't care
to profit by the price of mans soul
for that's what it would mean. Dick.
it's no use arguing. You're fool.''
Don't see it. When l was on that
Chinese pigboat, our captain got enor-
nous credit for saving about 25,OOO
very seasick little pigs, when our old
tramp Of steamer fell foul of a tim
Der junk. Now, taking those pigs as a
parallel"-
'sOh, confound your parallelsi When
ever | try to improve your soul you
always drag in some irrelevant anec-
dote from your very shady past. Pigs
aren't the British public Credit on
the high seas isn't credit here, and self
respect is self respect all the world
over. Go out for a walk and try to
catch some self respect. And, say, if
the Nilghai comes up this evening can
l show him your diggingsY'
"Surely. You'll be asking whether
you must knock at my door next" And
Dick departed to take counsel with
himself in the rapidly gathering Lon
don fog.
Half an hour after he had left, the
Nilghai labored up the staircase. He
was the chiefest as he was the hugesr
of the war correspondents, and his ex-
periences dated from the birth Of the
needle gun. Saving only his ally,
bo To oreIo
no man mightier in the craft than he,
and he always opened his conversation
with the news that there would be
trouble in the Balkans in the spring.
Torpenhow laughed as he entered
'.Neyer mind the trouble in the Bal
tcreeching. You've heard about Dick s
luck?"
Eyes. He has been called up to no.
toriety, hasn't he? 1 hope you keep
him properly humble. He wants sup
pressing from time to time"
"He does. He's beginning to take
liberties with what he thinks is his
reputation"
Already? By Jove, he has cheek!
don't know about his reputation, but
he'll come a cropper if he tries that
sort of thing"
$50 told him. don't think he be-
lieves it,
''They never do when they first start
off. What's that wreck on the ground
there?"
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Torpenhow thrust the torn edges Of
the canvas together and showed the
well groomed picture to the Nilghai,
who looked at it for a moment and
then whistled.
ITS a chromo," said he-"a chrome
ELECTROMAGNETIC fake! What pos
sessed him to do it? And yet how thor
oughly he has caught the note that
catches public who think with their
boots and read with their elbowsi The
cold blooded insolence of the work al
most saves it. But he mustn't go on
with this. Hasn't he been praised and
cockered up too much? You know
these people here have no sense of pro-
portion They'll catch him a second
Detaille and a third hand Meissonier
while his fashion lasts. It's windy diet
for colt"
Il don't think it affects Dick much.
You might as well call young wolf a
lion and expect him to take the compli-
ment in exchange for a shin bone.
Dicks soul is in the bank. He's work
ing for cash."
''Now he has thrown up war work
suppose he doesn't see that the obliga-
tions of the service are just the same;
only the proprietors are changed"
"How should he know? He thinks
he is his own MASTER"
"Does he? l could undeceive him for
his good if there's any virtue in print.
He wants the whiplash."
Lay it on with science, then. I'd
fay him myself, but l like him too
much.'
'I've no scruples. He had the audac-
ity to try to cut me out with woman
at Cairo once forgot that, but l re-
member now"
''Did he cut you out?"
you'll see when | have dealt with
him; but, after all, what's the good?
Leave him alone, and he'll come home,
il he has any stuff i'll him, dragging or
wagging his tail behind him. There's
more in a week of life than in a lively
weekly. None the less, I'll slate him.
I'll slate him ponderously in the Cata-
clysm.'
Good luck to you! But l fancy
nothing short of a crowbar would make
Dick vince. His soul seems to have
been fired before we came across him.
He's intensely suspicious and utterly
lawless.'
"Matter of temper said the Nilghai.
"Its the same with horses. Some you
wollop and they work; some you VOL
lop and they jibe, and some you wollop
and they go out for a walk with their
hands in their pockets"
THAT'S exactly what Dick has DONE"
said Torpenhow. "Wa1t till he comes
back. In the meantime you can begin
your stating here. I'll show you some
of his last and worst work in his stu
dio.',
Dick had instinctively sought rum
ming water for a comfort to his mood
of mind. He was leaning over the EN-
bankment wall, watching the rush of
the Thames through the arches of
Westminster bridge. He began by
thinking of Torpenhow's advice, but,
as of custom, lost himself in the study
of the faces fioching by. Some had
death written on their features, and
Dick maryeled that they could laugh.
Others, clumsy and coarse built for the
most part, were alight with love: 9th
ers were merely drawn and lined with
work, but there was something, Dick
knew, to be made out of them all
The poor at least should 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 In
creased. 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 mo-
ment and the sun shone, a 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
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