The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1913-07-26

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The fact he had not allowed himself .
to face was close to both of them, and
the subject was dropped until just as
he was going downtown-this time to
break the news to Hardy-he went in '
to the room he sarcastically said he
mi. hit begin to call his studio, now that
he was getting ten thousand year, to
look for a sketch he had promised No
ian for the sporting page. And there
or his drawing board was an unfin-
ished cartoon. He had begun 1t few
days before to use on the occasion OF
Clayton's denomination. Ii had been
a labor of love, and Kittrell suddenly
realized how good ii was. He had
put into it all of his belief in Clayton.
ali 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
a man Clayton was. All at once he
realized the sensation the cartoon
would produce, how it would delight |
and hearten Clayton's followers. how |
it would touch Clayton. 1t would be |
a tribute to the man and the friend |
ship, but now a tribute broken, I'M |
! finished Kittrell gazed a moment |
| longer, and in that moment Edith |
| came.
The dear, healthful soul" she ex-
claimed softly. Neil, 1t is wonderful.
| 1t is not cartoon; it is portrait. 1t
shots 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
it 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 way,
hurt; Kittrell saw that, and rushed
to his own defense:
u hate to go, old man. don't like
it little bit-but, you know, business
is business, and We need the money.
He even tried to laugh as he ad-
vanced this last conclusive reason, and
Hardy, for all he showed in voice or
phrase, may have agreed with him.
Its all right, Kit" he said. I'm
sorry; | wish we could pay you more.
but-well, good luck"
That was all. Kittrell gathered up
the few articles he had at the office,
] gave Nolan his sketch, babe the boys
5 good-by-bade them good-by as IL he
: were going on a long journey, never
] to see them more-and then he went.
! After he had maze the break it did
not seem so bad as he had Anticipated.
e At first things went on smoothly
enough. The campaign had not opened,
:, and he was free to exercise his tai
0 ents outside the political field. He
drew cartoons dealing with banal sub
Q jects. touching with the gentle satire
" of his humorous pencil foibles which
e all the world agreed about, and let
n vital questions alone. And he and
-! Edith enjoyed themselves; INDUCED
+ oftener in things they loved; went
e more frequently to the theater; ap
y Feared at recitals; dined now and then
= downtown. They began to realize GER
v tain Injuries they had not known fol
d a long time-some he himself had new
n er known, some that Edith had no
q known since she left her fathers home
IS to become his bride.
e But March came, and the politicians
le began to buster like the season. Lat
70 one afternoon he was on his way Il
TX the Office with cartoon, the first II
which he had seriously to attack Clay
ID ton. Benson, the managing editor o
lie the Telegraph, had conceived 1t, ant
ot Kittrell had worked on 1t that day II
sickness of heart. Every lying line o
'" this new presentation Of Clayton ha'
J" cut him like some biting acid; but b
It. had worked on, trying to reassure him
81 self with the argument that he was
mere agent. devoid Of personal re
en- sponsibility. But it had been hare
and then Edith. after her custom. ha
nd asked to see 1t, he had said:
he "Oh. you don't want to see it; it
ng no good"
rs II of-him?" she had asked.
VS. And when he nodded she had gon
a away without another word. Now, a
?" he hurried through the crowde
az streets, he was conscious that 1t wa
no good. indeed; and he was divide
to between the artists regret and tn
nd friends Joy in the fa,s. But it mad
ed him tremble. Was his hand to forge
its cunning? And then. suddenly, b
rs. heard a familiar voice, and there b
re side him, with his hand on his shou
at der. stood the mayor.
Ike why. Neil. my boy, how are you
In. he said. and he took Kittrell's hand 8
all warmly as ever For a moment Ki
oy, trelL was relieved. and then his hea
- sack: for he had a quick realizatiC
no. that it was the coward within him th
bi. felt the lief, and the man the sic
me ness. II Clayton had reproached Hill
,er or cut him, it would have made
At easier: but Clayton did none of the
r,e things. and Kittrell was irresistib
ali drawn to the subject himself.
nd You heard of my-new job?"
asked
a. Yes" said Clayton, Il heard"
Well" Kittrell began.
I'm sorry" Clayton said
q, so was l." Kittrell FASTENED TO sa
IN .t3ut fe't it-well, duty, some W;
70 to Edith You know-we-need {