The Washington herald., 1913-04-06


graph in a daze. He was insensible o.
the raw February air, needless OF sloppy
ravements; the gray day had suddenly
turned gold. He could not realizesit al
at once: ten thousand a year-ior MN
and Edith! His heart swelled with love
OF Edith: she had sacrificed 80 much e
become the wife of a man VINO mao trleo
to make an artist of himself, ana o.
whom fate or economic determinism, Oh
something. had made a cartoonist. What
a surprise for her. He must hurry nome
home.
In the swelling of his heart he fel'
a 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-danodi.s
or tulips, which promised spring, and ne
took the daffodils, because the girl said:
IT think yellow IL such spirituelle
color. don't you?" and inclined her head
in a most artistic manner.
But daffodils, after all which would
have been much the day before. seemed
insufficient in the light of new prosperity
and Kittrell bought a large azalea, oeau-
tiful in it's graceful spread OF PINK
blooms.
where shall I send it?' asked the
azaleas themselves.
IT think I'll call a cab and take II 10
her myself" said Kittrell.
And she sighed over the romance OF
this rich young gentleman and the girl
of the azalea, who. no doubt, was as
beautiful as the young woman VINO was
playing "Lottie, the Poor Saleslady' at
the Lyceum that very week.
Kittrell and the azelea BOWED along
Claybourne Avenue: he leaned back on
the cushions. and adopted the expression
of ennui appropriate to that thorough
fare. Would Edith now prefer cay
bourne Avenue? With ten Thousand
wear they could, perhaps-and yet at
first IL would be best not to put on airs,
Sut to go right on as they were, IN the
fat Then the thought came 10 MN
that new, as the car'on1is on the let
ezra oh, his name would become as well
known Claybourne Avenue as IT had
been in the homes of the poor and hum
BILE during his years on the Post. And
his thoughts few to these homes where
tired men at evening looked for his car
ICONS and children laughed at his funny
pictures 1t gave him a pang; ne mao
felt a subtle bond between himselt ana
all those thousands who read the Post.
In was hard to leave them. the POST
might be yellow, but, as the girl mao
said, yellow was a spirituelle color, ana
the Post brought something into their
lIves-lives that were seorned by inc
Telegraph and by these people on the
avenue. Could he make new friends
here where the cartoons he drew and
the Post that printed them had been con-
demned. il not despised. His mind flew
back to the dingy office OF the Post; TO
the bows there, the whole good-natured'
gang: and to Hardy
an, Hardy.-vho had been so good to
him, and given him his big chance, mad
taken such pains and interest, helping
him with ideas and suggestions. criti-
cism. and sympathy. To tell Hardy 'nat
he was going d 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 or
these things now?
After all, when he had reached nome,
and had run upstairs with the news ana
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 bust
ness il isn't like you. and
But think what it will mean-ten
thousand a year
"Oh, Neil, I've lived on ten thousand
year before, and l never had half the fun
hat | had when We were getting along
On twelve hundred.
ives. but then we were always dream |
ns of the day when I'd make lot; we
lived on that hope. didn't we?'
Edith laughed. You used to say we
lived on love"
You're are not serious" He turned To
zaze moodily out of the window. And |
hen she left the azalea, and perched on |
me fat arm of his chair.
Dearest" she said, Il am serious. l. 4
know all this means to you. We're hu-
nan, and we don't like to chip at crusts |
ike Hindus,' even FOR the sake of youth |
md art. / never had illusions about love |
n a cottage and all that. Only, dear, i
rave been happy, so very happy, with
-ou, because-wen because I was living
n an atmosphere of honest purpose, hon
st ambition. and honest desire TO 10
some good thing in the world. l had
never known such an atmosphere before.
Al home you know, father and Uncle
lanes and the boys-well il was all
money. money. money with them, and
hey couldn't understand why L"
Gould marry a poor newspaper artist!
that's just the point.
She put her hand 10 his lips
Now, dear, If they couldn't under
tand, so much the worse for them. If
hey thought il meant sacrifice TO me,
hey were mistaken. ! have been happy |
n this lat, only"-she leaned back and |
Inclined her head with her eyes asquint-
only the paper in this room is atrocious;
is typical landlords selection-Mc-
Sraw picked il out. You see what II
means TO be merely rich
She was so pretty thus that he kissed |
ler and then she went on:
And. so. dear, if | didn't seem TO be
s impressed and delighted as you hoped |
o find me, il is because I was thinking
4 Mr. Hardy and the poor dear, common
little Post. and then-of Mr.. Clayton.
Did you think of him."
Yes"
You'll have TOTO cartoon him.
II suppose So"
The fact he had not allowed himself |
o face was close to both of them. and !
he subject was dropped until. just as
ne was going downtown-this time to
freak the news to Hardy-he went into
he room he sarcastically said he
night begin to call his studio, now that
he was getting ten thousand a year, to
ook for a sketch he had promised No
an for the sporting page. And there
IN his drawing board was an unfn-
shed cartoon. He had begun it a few
lays before to use on the occasion of
,laytons denomination. 1t had been
labor of love, and Kittrel suddenly
ealized how good IL was. He had
,ut into il all of his belief in Clayton,
III OF his devotion to the cause for T
which Clayton toiled and sacrificed. and
n the simple lines he experienced the
lrtists ineffable felicity: he had shown
Clayton was. All at once he realized
= ton he rtoo, u-ould prodncall