The Washington herald., 1913-04-06
By BRAND WHITLOcK
copyrishs by The Bobbs-Merrill Company

with Benson now; SO is Salton, ana Ole
man Glenn, and the rest OF the Dunkc
family. They're framing 1t up. Wher
I saw old Glenn go In. with has white
ide-whiskers. knew the widow ana tne
orphan were in danger again, and tna'
he wa. goinc bravely TO the front FOL
'em. Say, that young Banks is comm
isn't he? That's peach. that cartoon
of his tonight
Kittrell went on down the hall to the
art room to wait until Benson should
be free But 1t was not long until ne
was sent for and as he entered the
managing EDITORS room he was instantly
sensible of the somber atmosphere Of
a grave and solemn council OF war. Ben
son introduced him to Glenn the bank
err, to Salton, the party boss, and to
Burns, the president of the street car
company: and as Hittrell sat down 1t
looked about him, and could scarcely re-
press a smile as he reaclled Mannings
estimate CT Glenn. The old man sat
there. as solemn and unctuous as ever
he had in his pew at church. Benson,
red OF face, was more plainly perturbed,
but Salton was as reserved. as immo-
bile, as inscrutable as ever, his narrow
pointed face, with It's vulpine expression,
being perhaps paier than usual. Ben
son had on his desk before him the car
toon KittreIl had finished that day.
MI. Kittrell." Benson began, we've
been talking over the political situation,
and I was showing these gentlemen
this cartoon. 1t isn't, i fear. in your
best STYLE it lacks the force, the argu-
ment we'd like just at this time. That
isn't the Telegraph Clayton, Mr.. Kit
trell." He pointed with the amber stem
of his pipe. Not at all Clayton is a
strong. smart. INSCRIPTIONS. dangerous
man! We've reached crisis In this
campaign; If We can't turn things In
the next three days. we're lost, that's
ALL We might as well face It. Tomorrow
we make an important revelation con-
corning the character Of Clayton. and
We want to follow II up the morning af-
ter by a cartoon that viii be a sumner.
clncher. We have discussed 1t here
among ourselves and this is our idea
Benson drew crude. bald outline, in
dcating the cartoon they wished Kit
treI to draw. The idea was so coarse.
so brutal. so revolving, that Kittrell
stood aghast, and as he stood he was
aware OF Salton's little eyes fixed on
him. Benson waited: they all waited.
We'll" said Benson. what do you
think OF it,
Kittrell paused an instant. and then
said:
II won't draw it; that's what think
of it."
Benson flushed angrily and looked UP
at him.
I'VE are paying you a very large SAL
airy, Mr.. Kttrell, and your work, X
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 Cod yelled Burns. what
have we got here--a gold brick?' He
rose with vivid sneer on his red face.
plunged his hands in his pockets and
took two or three nervous strides across
the room. Kittrell looked at him. and
slowly his eyes blazed out of a face
that had gone white on the instant
What did you say, sir?' he demanded
Burns thrust his red face. with its prog
gnathic jaw. menacingly' toward Kittreli
IT said that in you we'd got a gold
brick
YOU" said Kittrell. What have you
to do with 1t? I don't work for YOU"
You DON'T Well, l guess it's US that
ru.s up"
Gentlemen, Gentlemen" said Glenn,
waving a white, pacificatory hand.
Yes, let me deal with this, IL you
please said Benson. looking hard at
Burns. The street car g man sneered
again. then. in ostentatious CONTEMPT,
looked out the window. And in the still
ness Benson continued:
Mr.. Kittrell. think MINUTE. 10 your
decision f1nal?'
1T is final Mr.. Benson" said Kit
trell. And as for you. Burns he glared
angrily at the man. 81 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 gentlemenP
1t was not until he stood again in his
own home that kittrell felt the physical
effects which the spiritual squalor of
such a scene was certain to produce in
a nature like his.
Neil. What is the natter" Edith
nuttered toward him in alarm.
He sank into a chair, and for a mo-
ment he looked as IL he would faint.
but he looked wanly up at her and
said:
Nothing; I'm all right; Just a little
weak. I've gone through a sickening.
horrible scene"
Dearest"
And I'm off the Telegraph-and a
man once morei''
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 il was moist
from nervousness. Presently he was able
TO tell her the whole story.
1T was after all. Edith, a fitting con-
clusion to my experience on the Tele-
graph. ! suppose. though, that to people