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

think Of it?"
Kittrell paused an instant, and then
said:
4 won't draw it; that's what think
of it,
/ Benson flushed angrily and looked
up at him.
I'VE are paying you very large sal
airy, Mr.. Kittrell, and your work, if
you will pardon me, has not been up
to what we were led to expect"
you are quite right, Mr.. Benson.
but I can't draw that cartoon"
We'll, great God!" 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 its
prognathio jaw, menacingly toward
Kittrell
II said that in you we'd got a gold
brick
Your said Kittrell What have
you to do with it? don't work for
you.'
you don't? Well, I guess it's US
that puts up"
Gentlemen! Gentlemen!" said
Glenn. waving white, paciticatory
hand.
Eyes, let me deal with this, il 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?"
1 1T is final, Mr.. Benson" said Kit
trell. SAnd 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 KittreIl felt the
/ physical effects which the spiritual
squalor of such a scene was certain
to produce in a nature like his.
Neil! What is the matter?" Edith
j fluttered toward him in alarm
/ & He sank into chair, and for a mo-
ment he looked as it he would faint,
but he looked wanly up at her and
/ said:
Nothing; I'm all right; just little
weak. I've gone through a sickening,
horrible scene"
Dearest
And I'm off the Telegraph 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, fitting
conclusion to my experience on the
Telegraph. 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, I'm proud
of you-and happy again.
They We're, indeed, both happy, hap
pier than they had been for weeks.
The next morning after breakfast,
she saw by his manneFyby the humor-
GUS, almost comical expression about
! his eyes, that he had an idea. In this
i 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
/ know-the 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
tempter came; and now it was I'm
ished Its 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
emily; ''it's better now. Before it was
portrait of the man; this shows his
soul"
We'll, it's how he looks to me- =
said Neil, latter 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 a
Exit" cartoon in the Telegraph that
| r1oornino hnd confirmed P,1f If Hardv