The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1913-07-15

Well" said Benson. what do you
think OF it?"
Kittrell paused an instant, and then
said:
Il won't draw it; that's what I think
of It."
Benson flushed angrily and looked
UP at him.
We are paying you very large sal
airy. Mr.. Kittrell, and your work, ii
you viii pardon me, has not been up
to what We were led to expect"
You are quite right, Mr.. Benson.
but can't draw that cartoon"
We'll, great Godi" yelled Burns,
what have we got here-a gold
brickr He rose with vivid sheer
on his red face. plunged his hands in
his pockets and took two or three
nervous strides across the room. Kit
tren looked at him, and slowly his
eyes blazed out of face that had
gone white on the instant.
What did you say, sir?" he de-
nanded.
Burns thrust his red face, with its
prognathic jaw. menacingly toward
Ikittrell.
4 said that in you we'd got gold
brick"
Your" said KittrelI. what have
you to do with itf l don't work for
you.'
You don'tg Well. 1 guess it's us
that puts up"
Gentlemen Gentlemenl" said
Glenn. waving white. paciticatory
hand.
Yes, let me deal with this, If you
please" said Benson, looking hard at
Burns. The street car man sneered
again, then, in ostentatious contempt,
looked out the window. And In the
stiffness Benson continued:
Mr.. Kittrell, think a minute. Is
your decision final?"
1T is Anal, Mr. Benson" said Kit
trell. And as for you, Burns" he
glared angrily at the man, Il wouldn't
draw that cartoon for all the dirty
money that all the bribing street car.
companies In the world could put into
Mr.. Glenn's bank here. Good evening.
gentlemen"
1t was not until he stood again in
his own home that Kittrell felt the
physical effects which the spiritual
sQualor of such a scene was certain
to produce in nature like his.
Neil! What is the matter?" Edith
futtered toward him in alarm.
He sank into chair, and for mo-
ment he looked as If he would faint,
but he looked wanly up at her and
said:
Nothing; I'm all right; just little
weak. I've gone through sickening.
horrible scene"
''Dearest!"
And I'm off the Telegraph-and q
man once more!"
He bent over, with his elbows on his
knees, his head In his hands, and when
Edith put her calm, caressing hand
on his brow, she found that it was
moist from nervousness. Presently he
was able to tell her the whole story.
1T was after all, Edith, a fitting
conclusion to my experience on the;
Telegraph. 1 suppose, though, that
to people who are used to ten thou
sand a year such scenes are nothing
at ALL" She saw in this trace OF his
old humor that he was himself again,
and she Rugged his head to her
bosom.
"Oh, dearest" she said, Pm proud
0f V0lI-apd happu oroIu
They We're, indeed, both happy, hap
pier than they had been for weeks.
The next morning after breakfast,
she saw by his manner, by the humor-
GUS, almost comical expression about
his eyes, that he had an Idea. In this
mood Of satisfaction-this mood that
comes too seldom in the artists life
she knew it was wise to let him alone.
And he lighted his pipe and went to
work. She heard him now and then,
singing or whistling or humming; she
scented his pipe, then cigarettes;
then, at last, after two hours, he called
In loud, triumphant tone:
"Oh, Edith"
She was at the door in an instant,
and, waving his hand grandly at the
drawing board, he turned to her with
that expression which connotes the
greatest Joy gods or mortals can
Knoxville Joy Of beholding ones own
work and finding it good. He had, as
she saw, returned to the cartoon OF
Clayton he had laid aside when the
temDter came; and now it was I'M
tshed. It's simple lines revealed Clay
tons character, as the sufficient an
swer to all the charges the Telegraph
might make against him. Edith
leaned against the door and looked
long and critically.
1T was fine before" she said pres
entlyi ITS better now. Before it was
a portrait Of the man; this shows his
soul"
We'll. it's how he looks to me-
said Neil, after q month in which to
appreciate him."
When Kittren entered the office OF
the Post the boys greeted him with
delight, for there had been rumors OF
the break which the absence of
Kit" cartoon In the Telegraph that
morning had confirmed But, il Hardy
was surprised. his surprise was swaL
lowed up in his Joy, and iKittreu was
grateful to him for the delicacy with
which he touched the subject that con-
sumed the newspaper and political
world with curiosity.
I'm glad, Kit" was all that he
said. You know that"
Then he forgot everything in the
cartoon, and he showed his instant
recognition Of its significance by
snatching out his watch, pushing a
button, and saying to Garland, who
came to the door in his shirtsleeves:
Tell Nc to hold the first edition for
q five-column first-page cartoon. And
send this up right away"
They had a last look at it before it
went, and after gazing moment in
silence Hardy said:
tits the greatest thing you ever did,
Kit, and 1t comes at the psychological
moment. It'll elect him"
"0h hQ WAS oI0cfad auvhoru