Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1913-08-14

Il won't draw it; that's what think
of It,"
Benson flushed angrily and looked
up at him.
'We are paying you very large SAL
ary, Mr.. Kittrell. and your work, II
you will pardon me, has not been up
to what we were led to expect"
you are quite right, Mr.. Benson
but l can't draw that cartoon"
We'll, great Cod" yelled Burns.
what have we got here-a gold
brick?" He rose with vivid sneer
on his red face, plunged his hands in
his pockets and took two or three
nervous strides across the room. Kit
trell 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-
manded.
Burns thrust his red face. with it's
prognathic jaw, menacingly toward
Kittrell.
II said that in you we'd got gold
brick"
"You?" said Kittrell. What have
you to do with TT don't work for
YOU"
You don't? Well, I guess it's US
that puts up"
"Gentlemen! Gentlemen" said
Glenn, waving a white, pacihcatory
hand.
Yes, let me deal with this. II 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 minute. Is
your decision final?"
1T Is final, Mr.. Benson" said Kit.
trell And as for you, Burns he
glared angrily at the man, II wouldn't
draw that cartoon for all the dirty
money that all the bribing street car
companies in the world could put into
Mr.. Genns 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 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
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. l suppose, though, that
to people who are used to ten thou
sand year such scenes are nothing
at all" She saw In this trace OF his
old humor that he was himself again,
and she hugged his head to her
bosom.
"Oh, dearest" she said, I'm proud
of you-and happy again"
They were, 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 1t 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
know-the Joy OF beholding ones own
work and finding 1t good. lie had, as
she saw, returned to the cartoon OF
Clayton he had laid aside when the
tempter came; and now 1t was fin
ished It's simple lines revealed Clay
toms 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
emily; ITS better now. Before 1t was
portrait OF the man; this shows his
soul"
well, it's how he looks to me-"
said Neil, latter a month in which to
appreciate him."
When Kittrell entered the Office OF
the Post the boys greeted him with
delight, for there had been rumors OF
the break which the absence OF
Exit" cartoon in the Telegraph that
morning had confirmed. But, II Hardy
was surprised, his surprise was swah
lowed up in his Joy, and Kittrell 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 it's significance by
snatching out his watch, pushing a
button, and saying to Garland, who
came to the door in his shirtsleeves:
Tell Mic to hold the first edition for
a five-coumn first-page cartoon. And
send this up right away"
They had a last look at It before 1t