Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-07-25

oould not realize it all at once; ten
thousand year-for him and Edith
His heart swelled with love Of Edith;
she had sacrificed so much to become
+he wife of a man who had tried to
make an artist of himself, and of
whom fate. or economic determinism,
or something, had made a cartoonist.
What surprise for her! He must
hurry home.
In the swelling of his heart he felt
love not only of Edith but of the
whole world The people he met
seemed dear to him; he felt friendly
with every one, and beamed on perfect
strangers with broad, cheerful smiles.
He stopped to buy some flowers for
Edith -daffodils, or tulips, which
promised spring, and he took the daffo-
dis, because the girl said:
Il think yellow is such spirituelle
color, don't your" and inclined her
head in a most artistic manner.
But daffodils, after all, which would
have been much the day before, SEEM
ed insufficient in the light of new pros
perity, and Kittrell bought large
azalea, beautiful in it's graceful spread
of pink blooms.
Kittrell and the a2alea bOwled along
Claybourne avenue; he leaned back on
the cushions, and adopted the express
sion of ennui appropriate to that thor
oughfare. Would Edith now prefer
with
sand ysar they could, perhaps-and
vet at first it would be best not to
put on airs, but to go right on as they
were. in the fiat. Then the thought
came to him that now, as the cartoon
fat on the Telegraph, his name would
become as we'll known in Claybourne
Avenue as it had been in the homes
of the poor and humble during his
years on the Post. Could he make new
friends here, where the cartoons he
drew and the Post that printed them
had been condemned, if not despised?
His mind flew back to the dingy Of
flee of the Post; to the boys there, the
whole good-natured, happy-go-lucky
gang; and to Hardy-ah, Hardy
who had been SO good to him, and CIV
en- him his big chance, had taken such
pains and interest, helping him with
ideas and suggestions, criticism and
sympathy. To tell Hardy that he was
going to leave him, here on the eve
of the campaign-and Clayton, the
mayor, he would have to tell him, too
oh, the devil! Why must he think
of these things now?
After all, when he had reached
home, and had run upstairs with the
news and the azalea, Edith did not
seem delighted.
/ But, dearie, business is business"
he argued, land we need the money!"
Yes, know; doubtless you're right.
/ Only please don't say business is BUSH
ness; it isn't like you, and
But think what it will mean-ten
thousand year,"
oh, Neil, I've lived on ten thousand
a year before, and l never had half the
fun that had when we we're getting
along on twelve hundred"
Yes, but then we were always
dreaming Of the day when I'd make a
lot; we lived on that hope. didn't we?"
Edith laughed. 'You used to say
We lived on love-"
You're not serious" He turned to
gaze moodily out of the window. And
then she left the azalea, and perched
on the fat arm of his chair.
Dearest" she said, 81 am serious.
know all this means to you. We're
human, and we don't like to chip at
crusts like Hindus,' even for the sake
OF youth and art. / never had illu-
sions about love in a cottage and all
that Only, dear, have been happy,
SO very happy, with you, because
Well, because I was living in an atmo-
sphere of honest purpose, honest ambi-
tlon, and honest desire to do some
good thing in the world. / had never
Known such an atmosphere before. At
nome, you know, father and Uncle
James and the boys-well, it was all
money, money, money with them, and
'hey couldn't understand why r
Gould marry a poor newspaper ar
USt. That's just the point"
She put her hand to his lips.
Now dear! If they couldn't under
stand, SO much the worse for them.
II they thought it meant sacrifice to
ne, they were mistaken. / have been
S"ppy in this fat; only" she leaned
oack and inclined her head with her
eyes asquint-"only the paper in this
room is atrocious; it's a typical land
!ofd's selection-McGraw picked it out.
rich"
ohe was so pretty thus that he kiss
81 her, and then she went on:
And so, dear, If I didn't seem to be
as impressed and delighted as you
nopeo TO find me, it is because was
.nlnkIng Of Mr. Hardy and the poor,
%ear' common little Post, and tEen-of
MI Clayton. Did you think of himf"
Yes"
You'll have TOTO cartoon him?"
! suppose So.
he TACT he had MT a1lownd himself