The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1909-10-24

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than usual Benson had on his desk be-
fore him the cartoon Kittrell had finished
that day.
"Mr Kittrem," Benson began, we've
been talking over the political situation,
and was showing these gentlemen this
cartoon. X isn't I fear In your best
style: II lacks the force, the argument,
we'd like just at this time That isn't the
/ Telegraph Clayton, Mr.. KittrelL He
] pointed with the amber stem of his pipe.
] Not at all. Clayton is a strong, smart.
INSCRIPTIONS, dangerous man, We We
/ reached crisis in this campaign; If we
/ can't turn things I'm the next three days
/ were lost. that's all. we might as well
/ face II. Tomorrow we make an impor-
tant revelation concerning the character
/ Of Clayton, and we want 90 follow 1t up
/ the morning after by cartoon that will
/ be a sumner, a clincher We have dis
| cussed II here among ourselves. and this
is our idea
Benson drew crude. bald outline. indi-
eating the cartoon they wished Kittren 10
draw. The idea was so coarse. so brutal.
so revolving that KittreH stood aghast.
and. as he stood he was aware Of Sal
tons little eyes fixed on him. Benson
waited; they all waited.
We'll" said Benson, what do you
! think OF it2"
Kittren paused an instant and then
| said:
I won't draw it: that's what think Of
IT,"
Benson flushed angrily and looked up at
him.
I'VE are paying you a very large sal
airy. Mr. Kittrell, and your work, If you
viii pardon me. has not been up 70 what
we were led 20 expect"
you are quite right. Mr. Benson. but
l can't draw that cartoon.
We'll great Jehosaphat" yelled Burns,
! what have we got here-a gold brick?"
He rose with a vivid sneeT on his red
face. plunged his hands in his pockets,
and took two or three nervous strides
across the room. Kittre!' looked at him.
| and slowly his eyes blazed out OF a face
that had gone white on the instant.
What did YOU say. sir?" he demanded.
Burns thrust his red face. with it's prog
nathous jaw, menacingly toward KittreH.
Il said that IN you we'd got gold
brick"
Your" said Klttrell. What have you
! 10 DO with Il? I don't work for you
You don't Ell? Well. I guess It's us
that puts up"
waving a white. pacifcatory hand.
Yes. let me deal with this. II YOU
| please" said Benson. looking hard al
Burns. The street car man sneered again,
then. in ostentatious contempt, looked out
the window And in the stiffness Benson
continued:
Mr.. Kittren. think minute. Is your
decision final2"
1T is dnaI Mr.. Benson" said Kittrell
And as for you. Burns. he glared an
grily at the man. 7 wouldn't draw thai
cartoon for all the dirty money that al
the bribing street car companies in the
world could put into Mr.. Glenn's bani
here. Good evening. gentlemen"
II was not until he stood again in ai'
own home that KittreH felt the physica
effects which the spiritual sqUalor o
such a scene was certain 10 produce in Z
nature Ike his
Neil, What IS the natter" Edit
nuttered toward him I'm alarm.
He sank into a chair. and for a momen
he looked as II ne would faint. but h
looked wanly up az her and said:
Nothing: I'm all right: just a littl
weak I've gone through a sickening, hor
rlble scene
Dearest"
And I'm off the Telezraph-and a mar
once more,
Re bent over. with his elbows on hi
knees. his head in his hands. and wheI
Edith put her calm. caressing hand OF
his brow she found that it was mois
from nervousness. Presently he was abb
70 tell her the whole story.
Tt was. after all. Edith. a fitting con
clusion 20 my experience on the Tele
graph. l suppose, though. that 20 peopl
who are used 20 ten thousand a year sue
scenes are nothing az all She saw Il
this trace Of his old humor that he wa
himself again. and she Rugged his hea
TO her bosom.
"Oh. dearest" she said. "I'm proud o
yOu-and happy again
They were. indeed, both happy. happie
than they had been in weeks.
The next morning after breakfast sh
saw by his manner. by the humorous. al
most cOmicaI expression about his eyes
that he had an idea- In this mood OF sat
isfaction-this mood that comes too SCI
dom in the artists life-she knew il wa
wise TO let him alone. And he lighted hi
pipe and went TO work. She heard hin
now and then singing or whistling o
humming: she scented his pipe. the
cigarettes: then, at last, after two hours
he called in loud, triumphant tone:
"Oh. Edith
She was at the door IN ar instant. an
waving his hand grandly az his drawing
s board. he turned to her with that expires
: sion which connotes the greatest Joy god
{ or mortals can know-the Joy OF behold
e Ing ones own work and finding II gooC
h He had, as she saw, returned 70 the car
n toon OF Clayton he had laid aside whe
p the tempter came; and now II was I'm
lshed. Its simple lines revealed Clayton
j. character as the sufficient answer 10 a
n the charges the Telegraph might max
z against him Edith leaned against tn
I door and looked long and critically.
a TT WAS fine before" she said presently
ITS better now. Before II was poTtra.
OF the man; this shows his soul
. We'll. it's how he looks 10 me-" sal
q Nell. after a month In which 20 apprt
g ciate him"
But what" she said suddenly, stOoI
< ing and peering at the edge OF the draw
{ ing. where, despite much knife scrapint
d vague figures appeared, what's THAR
) .'Oh. I'm ashamed to tell you " he sai'
i "I'U have to paste over that before II
. electrotyped. You see, l had notion
4 putting in the gang, and I drew four II
!, tie figures-Benson. Burns. SaltOn. an
Q Glenn: they were plotting-oh. II we
J. foolish and unworthy. I decided I didn