The Washington herald., 1913-04-06

! who are used to ten thousand year
1 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 to her bosom.
| '"oh. dearest" she said, I'm peoud OF
you-and happy again.
They were. indeed. both happy. hap
pier than they had been for weeks
The next morning after breakfast she
jsaw by his manner. by the numerous. al
most comical expression about his eyes.
| that he had an idea. In this mood OF
satisfaction-this mood that comes too
seldom in the artists life-she knew
II was wise to let him alone. And he
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. trium-
pnant 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 1t good. He had. as she
. saw, returned to the cartoon OF Clayton
| he had laid aside when the tempter
came; and now II was finished. It's
Simple lines revealed Clayton's charac-
ter as the sufficient answer to all the
charges the Telegraph might make
| against him. Edith leaned against the
door and looked long ard critically.
1T was fine before she said pres
emily: "ft's better now. Before ii was
| portrait of the man; this shows his
SOUL
well, it's how he looks to me- said
| Neil. latter month In which to ap-
preciate him."
But what" she said. STOPPING and
peering at the edge of the drawing,
where. despite much knife scraping,
vague figures appeared. what's that?"
"Oh, I'm ashamed to tell you,'' he
said. TN have to paste over that be-
fore it's electrotyped. You see, i had
a notion of putting In the gang. and L
drew four little figures-Benson. Burns.
Salton, and Glenn; they were plotting
oh. 1t was foolish and unworthy. I de-
| cided didn't want anything of hatred
in it-just as he wouldn't want anything
Of hatred in it; so / rubbed them out
"Wel, I'm glad. II is beautiful: II
makes UP for everything: it's an ap-
preciation-worthy of the man"
When kittrell entered the Office of the
Post the boys greeted him with delight
for there had been rumors of the break
which the absence of Kit cartoon in
the Telegraph that morning had confirm
Gu. But, IL Hardy was surprised his
surprise was swallowed up in his JOY,
and Kittrell was grateful to him for the
delicacy with which he touched the sub
ject which consumed the newspaper and
political world with curiosity.
I'm glad, Kit was ali that he said
You know that"
Then he forgot everything in fine car
toon and he showed his instant recog-
milton of it's significance by snatching
out his watch. pushing a button, and
saying to Garland. who came to the
door in his shirtsleeves:
Tell Mic to hold the first edition for
a five-column first-page cartoon. And
send this up right away"
They had last look at Il before IL
vert, and after gazing a moment in 81
lence, Hardy said:
Its the greatest thing you ever did.
Kit, and il comes at the psychological
moment. It'll elect him
"Oh. he was elected anyhow"
Hardy shook his head. and in the
movement KittrelI saw how the strain
OF the campaign had told on him. NO.
Re. wasn't; the way they've been harr-
mering him Is something fierce: and the
Telegraph-well. your cartoons and all
You Know.
But my cartoons in toe Telegraph
We're rotten. Any work that IS not SIN
cere, not Intellectually honest"
Hardy intercepted him:
Yes; but, Kit, you're so good that
your rotten is better than most any,
ttdys best" He smiled, and KittreI
blushed and looked away.
Hardy was right. The Kit cartoon.
back in the Post. created its sensation.
and after it appeared the political re-
porters said il had started landslide
to Clayton: that the betting was to /
and no takers. AMI that il was all over
but the shouting.
That night. es they were 2t dinner,
the telephone rang, and in a minute
Neil knew by EdItns excited and de-
lighted reiteration CT yes" ives who
had called up. And then he heard her
say:
Indeed I 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 Kittrells ears
when II said:
Il just told the little women, Neil.
that / didn't know how to say it. so /
wanted her to thank you for me- 1t was
beautiful in you, and / wish 1 were
worthy Of it; it was simply your own
good soul expressing itself
And it was the last delight to kittrell