The Washington herald., 1913-04-06


TO hear that voice and to know that all
was well.
But one question remained unsettled.
Kittrell had been on the Telegraph n
month, and his contract differed from,
that ordinarily made by the members Of
newspaper star in that he was paid
by the year, though in monthly INSTALL
ments. Kittrell knew that he had broken
his contract on grounds which the sor-
did law would not see or recognise AMI
the average court think absurd, and that
the Telegraph might legally refuse to
pay him at all. He hoped the Telegraph
would do this. But 1t did not; on the
contrary. he received the next day q
check for his months work. He held Il
up for Edith's inspection.
'Of course, III have to send it back"
he said
Certainly
do you think me quixotic?'
We'll. we're poor enough as it is-let's
have some Injuries: let's be quixotic un-
Ill after election, at least"
Sure" said Nell: Just what L was
thinking. I'm going to do cartoon
every day for the Post until election
day, and I'm not going TO take a cent.
don't want to crowd Banks out, you
know, and I want to do my part for
Clayton and the cause. and do II, lust
OHCe, lot the pure love OF the tn1nR.
Those last days of the campaign
were. indeed, luxurious to KittrelI and
to Edith. days OF work and fun and ex-
element. All day Kittreli worked on
his cartoons, and on the evening they
went to Clayton's meetings. Tne ex-
perience was a revelation to them both
the crowds, the waiting Tor the singing
of the automobiles siren. the wIId
cheers that greeted Clayton. and then
his speech, his appeals to the best there
was IN men. he nad never maze sucn
speeches. and long arterward Edith could
hear those cheers and see the races or
those workingmen agiow with the hope
the passion, the fervent religion OF
democracy. And those days came TO
their glad climax that night when they
met at the office OF the Post to receive
the returns. in an atmosphere quiverfng
with excitement, with messenger boys
and reporters coming and going. and In
the street outside an immense crowd,
swaying ana rocking between the walls
on either side, with screams ana shouts
and mad huzzas. and the wild blowing OF
borns-all the hideous, happy noises an
American election might crowd can make
Late in the evening Clayton had made
his way. somehow unnoticed through the
crowd, and entered the once He was
happy in the great triumph he would
not accept as personal. claiming II always
for the cause; but as he dropped into
the chair Hardy pushed toward him,
they all saw how weary he was
Just at that moment the roar in rns
street below swelled to a mighty cres-
cendo. and Hardy crteo. ;
Look
They ran to the window. The boys
upstairs who were manipulating the
@ ar hoI
An enormous picture Of Clayton the
portrait Kittrell had drawn for his car,
toon
''WilI you say row there isn't the
personal note in it?" Edith L.
Clayton glanced out the win 81. -oss
the dark, SURFING street at t. picture
"Oh, it's not me they're CT rE Ger
he said: its for Kit. here"
We'll. perhaps some of il fcr him
Edith admitted. Loyalty. z
They were silent, seized IN -s.s e,,
the emotion that mastered he rli--.sr
crowd in the dark streets below Kara
was strangely moved. Pvezsrlr ere
could speak:
rs there anything sweeter IN NE than
10 know that you have done good
thing-and done il weu?"
Yes" said Clayton. Just one; to have
a few friends who understand"
You are right" said Edith. 1T is 50
with art, and it must be so with life;
II makes an art of life"
1t was dark enough there by the win
dow for her TO slip her hand into that
of Neil. who had been musing silently on
the crowd.
Il can never say again." she said softly.
that those people are not worth sacri-
nee They are worth ali: they are every-
thing; they are the hope OF the world:
and their longings and their needs. and
the possibility of bringing them to pass.
are all that give significance to life
That's what America is for said
Clayton. land it's worth while to be al
lowed to help even in a little way to
make. as old Walt says. nation Of
friends. of equals"