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went. and after gazing a moment In


"Oh, he was elected. anyhow.
Hardy shook his head, and in the
movement Kittrell saw how the strain
of the campaign had told on him. No.
he wasn't; the way they've been ham,
mering him is something fierce; and
the Telegraph-well, your cartoons
and all, you know"
But my cartoons in the Telegraph |
were rotten Any work that is not |
sincere, not Intellectually honest"
Hardy interrupted him:
Yes; but, Kit, you're so good that |
your rotten is better than most any |
body's best" He smiled. and klttrel
blushed and looked away.
Hardy was right The Kit" car
toon, back in the Post, created Its SEN
sation, and after 1t appeared the po-
litical reporters said IL had started
landslide to Clayton. that the betting
was to l and no takers. and that II
was all over but the shouting.
That night, as they were at dinner.
the telephone rang. and in minute
! Neil knew by Edith's excited and de-
lighted reiteration OF yes" yes"
who had called up. And then he
heard her say:
Indeed | will; I'll come every night
and sit in the front seat"
When Kittrell displaced Edith at
the telephone, he heard the voice OF
John Clayton. lower in register and
somewhat husky after four weeks
speaking, but more musical than ever
In Kittrell's ears when It said:
81 just told the little woman. Neil.
that | didn't know how to say 1t. so
wanted her to thank you for me. IL
was beautiful in you, and | wish 1
we're worthy OF It; 1t was simply your
own good soul expressing itself.
And 1t was the last delight to Kit
trell to hear that voice and to know
that all was we'll
But one question remained unset
tied. Kittrell had been on the Tele-
graph a month, and his contract diff
fered from that ordinarily made by the
members of a newspaper stan in that
he was paid by the year. though in
|
that he had broken his contract on
grounds which the sordid law would
not see or recognize and the average
court think absurd and that the Tele-
graph 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 a
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it up for Edith's inspection.
"Of course, I'll have to send II
: back" he said.
Certainly"
do you think me quixotic?"
, Well, we're poor enough as 1t is
let's have some Injuries; let's be Quix
y otto until after election. at least"
, Sure" said Neil; lust what l was
Q thinking. I'm going to do cartoon
4 every day for the Post until election
n day. and I'm not going to take cent
| don't want to crowd Banks out, 20,
, know, and want to do my part To-
Clayton and the cause, and do II, jus
once. for the pure love OF the thing.
} Those last days OF the campaign
= were. indeed, luxuries to kittrell ant
to Edith, days OF work and fun and eS
J.. element. All day Kittrell worked o.
> his cartoons, and on the evening the
went to Clayton's meetings. The el
perience was revelation to ther
both-the crowds, the waiting for tn
singing of the automobiles siren. tn
.. wild cheers that greeted Clayton. an
~ then his speech. his appeals to the bes
- there was in men. He had never mad
such speeches, and long afterwar
Edith could hear those cheers and sc
the faces Of those workingmen aglo'
with the hope, the passion, the fer
. ent religion Of democracy. And tho'
40 days came to their glad climax ths
~ night when they met at the office
the Post to receive the returns, In
% atmosphere Quivering with excit
40 ment. with messenger boys and repo
~ tiers coming and going. and In tt
street outside an immense crow
swaying and rocking between tt
AN walls on either side, with screams ar
shouts and mad huzzas, and the wi
" blowing OF horns-all the hideou
happy noise an American electic
>! night crowd can make.
~ Late in the evening Clayton hs
. made his way, somehow unnotice
m through the crowd, and entered the
70" fee. He was happy In the great Z
umph he would not accept as persons
&C. claiming it always for the cause; b
" as he dropped into the chair Hart
-, pushed toward him. they all saw he
No.. weary he was.
80 Just at that moment the roar IN q
street below swelled to a mighty Gre
cendo, and Hardy cried:
Mt Look"
he They ran to the window. The DO
i'm upstairs who were manipulating I
he stereopticon had thrown on the sore
AN an enormous picture OF Clayton. I
wp portrait Kittrell ha' drawn for
as cartoon. u
ot "Wiu YOU say nov ut ,
he personal note in it," r...,-- Ked.
tin. Clayton glanced out the windo
ay- across the dark. surging street, at
an picture. -
lph oh; it's not me they're cheeri
i$ for."he said: Its for Kit, here"
Ied well, perhaps some OF it's
70" him." Edith admitted, Loyalty.
res They were silent, seized irresisti'
vas by the emotion that mastered
his | .:-k., oroud in tho dark streets