The Wheeling intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1903-1961, 1913-04-12

kittrell left the office OF the Mornins
Telegraph in dare He was insensi
Bile OF the raw February air, needless
OF sloppy payements; the gray da)
had suddenly turned gold lie coulC
not realize IL all at once: ten thousand
year-for him and Edith His hear
swelled with love for Edith; she haC
sacrificed so much to become the wife
OF man who had tried TO make an ar
list of himself. and of whom fate. OF
economic determinism. or something
had made cartoonist. What a sur
prise for her! lie must hurry home.
In the swelling of his heart he felt
q love not only for Edith. but OF the
whole world. The people he met
seemed dear to him: he felt friendly
with every one and beamed on perfec,
strangers with broad. cheerful smiles
He stopped TO bny some flowers fol
Edith - dafodils. or tulips, which
promised spring and he took the DAT
fodils. because the girl said:
Il think yellow is such a spirituelle
color. don't you?" and inclined her
head In a most artistic manner
But daffodils. after all. which would
have been much the day before. seem
ed insufficient in the light of new
prosperity. and Kittrell bought large
fazalea. beautifuld in its graceful
spread OF pink blossoms
Where shall send it," asked the
lEirl. whose cheeks were as pink as
lazaleas themselves.
Il think I'll can a cab and take il
10 her myself" said Kittrell.
And she sighed over the romance
or this rich young gentleman and the
girl OF the azalea, who. no. doubt. was
as beautiful as the young woman who
was playing Lottie. the Poor Sales
lady, at the Lyceum that very week.
kittrell and the azalea bowIed
along Claybourne avenue. he leaned
back on tho cushions. and adopted
the expression of ennui appropriate "a
that thOroughfare. Would Edith now
Sprefer ClaybOurne avenue? With ten
thousand a year they could. perhaps
and yet. AZ first il would be best no,
20 put on airs. but to go right on n
they were. In the flat Then the
thought came TO him that now. as the
cartoonist on the Telegraph. his name
would become ar we'll known in Clay
bourne avenue as 1t had been in the
homes OF the poor and uhmble during
his years on the Post And his
thoughts flew TO those homes where
tired men az evening looked for hi.
cartoons and children laughed az nj.
funny pictures. IL gave him a pang
he had felt subtle bond between
himself and all those thousands who
read the Post. II was hard To leave
them. The Post might be yellow
but, as the girl had said yellow VA.
spirituelle color. and the Post
brought something into their lives
lives that were scorned by the Tele
graph and by these people on III,
avenue. Could h. make new friends
here. where the cartoons he drew and
the Post that printed them had beer
condemned. II not dispised? Iii.
mind flew back 10 the dingy Office OF
the Post. 10 III" boys there. the whols
Rood-natured. happygo-mcky gang
and TO Hardy-ah HardyS-Who had
been so good To him. and given him
his big chance. had taken such pain,
and interest. helping him with ideas
nand suggestions. criticism and sym
patty. To tell Hardy that he was 10
Ing To leave him. here OF tEe eve OI
the campaign and Clayton. the
mayor. he would have To- tell him TOO
oh. the devil, Why must he think
OF these things now
After ALL 81 hen he had reached
nome. and had run upstairs with Tho
news and the aZa.ea. Edith did mol
seem delighted
But. dearia business is business.
ne argued. and we need the money
Yes ! know doubtless you're right
FOnly please don't SAY business ~ bust
ness. ~ int like yog and
But think what % Will mean-fer
thouand q ycar''