The Fairmont West Virginian. (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1904-1914, 1913-07-21

"wsnr said Benson. whit DO you
think Of itir
4 Kittreli paused an instant. and tAen
said:
won't draw IT; that's wha. think
Benson flushed angrtly and looked
up at him.
We are paying you very large sal
airy, Mr.. Kittrell. and your work, If
you will pardon me. has not been up
to what we were led to expect"
You are quite right, Mr.. Benson
but I can't draw that cartoon"
We'll, great God!" yelled Burns.
what have we got here-a gold
brick?" He rose with a vivid sneer
on his red face, plunged his hands in
his pockets and took two or three
nervous strides across the room. Kit,
trell looked at him. and slowly his
eyes blazed out OF q face that had
gone white on the instant
What did you say. sir?" he de-
mauded.
Burns thrust his red face, with Its
prognathic jaw, menacingly toward
Kittrell.
Il said that in you we'd got q gold
brick"
"YouH" said RittreiL what have
you to do with 1t? I.dont work for
Iyou." 9.
You dOntG Well. I guess It's US
that puts up"
Gentlemen! Gentlemen" said
iGlenn, waving white. pacincatory
. hand.
l.. Yes, let me deal with this. II you
please" said Benson. looking hard At
Burns. The street car man sneered
again, then. in ostentatious contempt.
looked out the window. And in the
stiffness Benson continued:
Mr.. Kittrell. think q minute. Is
your decision anaI?"
1T is final, Mr.. Benson" said Kit.
trell. And as for you, Burns" he
glared angrily at the man. Il wouldn't
draw that cartoon for all the dirty
money that all the bribing street car
companies In the world could put into
Mr. Glenn's bank here. Good evening,
gentlemen"
1t was not until he stood again in
his own home that Kittrell felt the
physical effects which the spiritual
squalor Of such scene was certain
to produce In nature like bis.
NELL What is the matter?" Edith
fluttered toward him in alarm.
He sank into chair, and for a me-
ment he looked as II he would faint,
but he looked wanly up at her and
said:
Nothing; I'm all right: Just little
weak I've gone through sickeping.
horrible scene"
Dearest"
And I'm off the Teiegraph-and q
man once more!"
He bent over. with his elbows on his
knees, his head in his hands. and when
Edith put her calm, caressing hand
on his brow. she found that II was
moist from nervousness. Presently he
was able 10 tell her the whole story.
1T was after all, Edith. fitting
conclusion to my experience on the
Telegraph. I suppose. though. that
to people who are used to ten thou
sand 4 year such scenes are nothing
at all" She saw in this trace OF his
old humor that he was himself again.
and she Rugged his head 10 her
bosom.
"oh, dearest" she said. I'm proud
OF you-and happy again"
They were. indeed. both happy, hap.
pier than they had been for weeks.
The next morning after breakfast,
she saw by his manner. by the humor-
Gus, almost comical expression about
his eyes. that be had an idea. In this
mood OF satisiaction-this mood that
comes too seldom in the artists life
she knew II was wise TO let him alone.
And be lighted his pipe and went to
work. She heard him now and then.
singing or whistling or humming: she
scented his pipe. then cigarettes;
then, at last, after two hours, he called
In a loud. triumphant tone:
"oh, Edith"
She was at the door in an instant,
and, waving his hand grandly at the
drawing board. he turned to her with
that expression which connotes the
greatest Joy gods or mortals can
know-the JOY Of beholding ones own
work and finding It good. he had, as
she saw, returned 10 the cartoon OF
Clayton he had laid aside when the
tempter came; and now Il was fin
ished. Its simple lines revealed Clay.
tons character. as the sufficient an.
swer to all the charges the Telegraph
might make against him. Edith
leaned against the door and looked
long and critically.
1T was fine before" she said pres.
emily; Its better now. Before 1t was
a portrait OF the man; this shows his
| soul"
We'll, It's how he looks 10 me-"
said Neil, after month in which 10
appreciate him."
When Kittrell entered the office OF
the Post the boys greeted him with
delight, for there had been rumors OF
l.