The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1913-08-02

Oh tue CdIupdlBH ndu tOiu Oh uiin NO
he wasn't; the way they've been ham
mering him is something fierce; and
the Telegraph-well, your cartoons
and all, you know"
But my cartoons In the Telegraph
were rotten. Any work that is not
sincere. not Intellectually honest
Hardy interrupted him:
Yes; but, Kit, you're so good that
your rotten Is better than most any
body's best" He smiled, and Kittreii
blushed and looked away.
Hardy was right. The Kit car
toon, back In the Post, created its SEN
sation and after 1t appeared the pO-
litical reporters said II had started
landslide to Clayton; that the betting
was to and no takers. and that II
was all over but the shouting.
That night, as they were at dinner,
the telephone rang. and In a minute
Neil knew by Edith's excited and de-
lighted reiteration OF yes" yes"
who had called up. And then he
heard her say:
Indeed will; I'll come every night
and sit In the front seat"
When Kittrell displaced Edith ut
the telephone, he heard the voice or
John Clayton, lower In register and
somewhat husky after four weeks
speaking, but more musical than ever
In Kittrell's ears when 1t said:
II just told the little woman, Neil,
that | didn't know how to say It, 50
wanted her to thank you for me IL
was beautiful In you, and l wish !
were worthy OF it; it was simply your
own good soul expressing itself
And II was the last delight to hit
trell to hear that voice and to know
that all was well.
But one question remained unset
tied. Kittrell had been on the Tele-
graph month, and his contract diff
fered from that ordinarily made by tho
members Of newspaper staff in that
he was paid by the year, though III
monthly installments. Kittrell knew
that he had broken his contract on
grounds which the sordid law would
not see or recognize and the average
court think absurd, and that the Teie-
graph might legally refuse to pay him
at ALL lie hoped the Telegraph
would do this! But it did not; on the
contrary, he received the next day o
check for his months work. He held
1t up for Edith's inspection.
"Of course, I'll have to send u
back" he said.
Certainly"
do you think me quixotic?"
We'll, we're poor enough as II is-'
| let's have some Injuries; let's be quiz
| otto until after election, at least
Sure" said Neil; lust what was
| thinking. I'm going to do cartoon
| every day for the Post until election
day. and I'm not going to take a cent
| don't want to crowd Banks out, yop
know, and want to do my part for
Clayton and the cause, and do 1t, Just
once. for the pure love OF the thing
Those last days OF the campaign
were indeed, Injuries to kittrell ana
to Edith, days of work and fun and en-
element. All day Kittrell worked ON
his cartoons, and on the evening they
went to Clayton's meetings. The ex-
perience was revelation to them
both-the crowds the waiting for the
singing OF the automobiles siren, the
wild cheers that greeted Clayton, ana
then his speech, his appeals to the best
there was In men. He had never made
such speeches, and long afterward
Edith could hear those cheers and see
the faces Of those workingmen aglow
with the hope, the passion, the ferv-
ent religion OF democracy. And those
days came to their glad climax that
night when they met at the office ~
the Post to receive the returns.
Late in the evening Clayton had
made his way, somehow unnoticed.
through the crowd, and entered the OIL
fee. He was happy in the great tT,-
umph he would not accept as personal,
claiming 1t always for the cause; but
as he dropped into the chair HARDY
pushed toward him, they all saw how
weary he was
Just at that moment the roar In the
street below swelled to a mighty cres-
cendo, and Hardy cried:
Look"
They ran to the window. The boys
upstairs who we're manipulating the
stereopticon had thrown on the screen
an enormous picture OF Clayton, the
portrait Kittrell had drawn for bis
cartoon.
will you say now there isn't the
personal note In it," Edith asked.
Clayton glanced out the window.
across the dark. surging street, at the
picture.
"Oh. it's not me they're cheering
for" he said 'it's for Kit, here"
We'll, perhaps some OF It's for
him." Edith admitted, Loyalty.
They were silent. seized irresistibIy
by the emotion that mastered the
mighty crowd In the dark streets be-
low. Edith was strangely moved.
Presently she could speak:
rs there anything sweeter in life
than to know that you have done a
good thing-and done It well?"
YES" said Clayton, lust one; 10
have a few friends who understand. .
You are right" said Edith. III IL
| m with art and IL rnuat be 40 wit n