The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1913-08-02
Copyright by The Bobbs- Merrill Company
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" inc Ioou lie bdTCdSlCdlly bdlu no
might begin to call his studio, now that
he was getting ten thousand a year, to
look for a sketch he had promised No
Ian for the sporting page. And there
on his drawing board was an unfin-
ished cartoon. He had begun It a few
days before to use on the occasion Of
Clayton's denomination. It had been
a labor Of love, and Kittrell suddenly
realized how good it was. He had
put into 1t all of his belief In Clayton,
all of his devotion to the cause for
which Clayton toiled and sacrificed,
and In the simple lines he experienced
the artists ineffable felicity; he had
shown how good, how noble, how true
man Clayton was. All at once he
realized the sensation the cartoon
and hearten Clayton's followers, how
it would touch Clayton. 1t would be
a tribute to the man and the friend
ship, but now tribute broken, UNI
finished. Kittrell gazed a moment
longer, and in that moment Edith
came.
"The dear, healthful soul" she ex-
claimed softly. Neil, II is wonderful.
1t is not cartoon; it is portrait. 1t
shows what you might do with a
Brush
Kittrell could not speak, and he
turned the drawing board to the wall.
Kittrell found the task of telling
Hardy just as difficult as he expected
1t to be, but by some mercy 1t did not
last long. Explanation had not been
necessary; he had only to make the
first hesitating approaches. and Hardy
understood. Hardy was, in a way,
hurt; Kittrell saw that, and rushed
to his own defense:
II hate to go, old man. l don't like
it little bit-but, you know, business
is business, and we need the money"
After he had made the break it did
not seem so bad as he had anticipated.
At first things went on smoothly
enough. The campaign had not opened,
and he was free to exercise his tai,
ents outside the political field
But March came, and the politicians
began to buster like the season. Late
one afternoon he was on his way to
the Office with cartoon, the first in
which he had seriously to attack Clay
ton. Benson, the managing editor of
the Telegraph, had conceived 1t, and
Kittrell had worked on it that day in
sickness of heart. Every lying line OF
this new presentation of Clayton had
cut him like some biting acid; but he
had worked on, trying to reassure him
self with the argument that he was a
mere agent, devoid of personal re
sponsibility. But 1t had been hard
and then Edith, after her custom, had
asked to see it, he had said:
"Oh, you don't want to see it; its
no good"
us it of-him?" she had asked.
And when he nodded she had gone
away without another word. Now, as
he hurried through the crowded
streets, he was conscious that it was
no good, indeed; and he was divided
between the artists regret and the
friends joy in the fact. But 1t made
him tremble. Was his hand to forget
its cunning? And then, suddenly, he
heard a familiar voice, and there be
side him, with his hand on his shout
der, stood the mayor.
"Why, Neil, my boy, how are your
he said, and he took Kittrell's hand as
warmly as ever. For a moment Kit
trell asNrelieved, and then his heart
sank; for he had quick realization
that 1t was the coward within him that
felt the relief, and the man the sick
ness. If Clayton had reproached him
or cut him, 1t would have made II
easier; but Clayton did none Of these
things, and Kittrell was irresistibly
drawn to the subject himself.
you heard Of my-new job?" he
asked.
YES" said Clayton, Il heard"
we'll" Kittrell began.
I'm sorry" Clayton said.
80 was l." Kittrell FASTENED to say
"But l felt it-well. a duty, some wa,
to Edith. You know-we-need the
money" And he gave the cynica
laugh that went with the argument.
what does she think? Does she
feel that way about it?"
Kittrell laughed. not cynically now
but uneasily and with embarrassment
for Clayton's blue eyes were on him
those eyes that could look into mel
and understand them so.
"Of course you know" Kittrell wen
on nervously. there is nothing per
sonal In this. We newspaper fellow
simply do what we are told; we ODE.
orders like soldiers. you know. Wit
the policy of the paper we have moth
ing to do. Just like Dick Jennings, VIII
was a red-hot free-trader and used t
write free-trade editorials for tn
Times-he went over to the Telegraph
you remember, and writes all thos
protection arguments"
The mayor did not seem to be In
terested In Dick Jennings. or In tn
ethics Of his profession.
"Of course, you know I'm for yot
Mr.. Clayton, just exactly as I've a
ways been. I'm going to vote 10
: you"
This did not seem to interest tn