Licking Valley courier. [volume] (West Liberty, Ky.) 19??-current, 1913-09-25

would produce, how 1t would delight
and hearten Clayton's followers, how
it would touch Clayton. 1t would be
a tribute to the man and the friend
ship, but now a tribute broken, I'M
finished Kittrell gazed a moment
longer and in that moment Edith
came.
"The dear, beautiful soul" she ex-
claimed softly "Neil, 1t is wonderful.
1t is not cartoon; it is a portrait. ii
shows what you might do with q
brush"
Kittrell could not speak, AMI he
turned the drawing board to the wall.
Kittrell found the task of telling
Hardy just as difficult as he expected
lit to be, but by some mercy 1t did not
last long. Explanation had not been
necessary; he had only to make the
first hesitating approaches, and Hardy
understood. Hardy was, in way,
hurt; Kittrell saw that, and rushed
to his own defense:
II hate to go, old man. I don't like
1t a little bit-but, you know, business
is business, and we need the money"
After he had made the break 1t did
not seem so bad as he had anticipated.
At first things went on smoothly
enough. The campaign had not opened,
and he was free to exercise his tai.
ents outside the political field.
But March came, and the politicians
began to buster like the season. Late
one afternoon he was on his way to
, the Office with cartoon, the first in
which he had seriously to attack Clay
ton. Benson, the managing editor OF
the Telegraph, had conceived It, and
Kittrell had worked on it that day in
sickness of heart. Every lying line OF
this new presentation of Clayton had
cut him like some biting acid; but he
had worked on, trying to reassure him.
self with the argument that he was a
mere agent, devoid Of personal re-
sponsibility. But it had been hard
and then Edith, after her custom, had
asked to see it, he had said:
ooh, you don't want to see It; it's
no good"
rs 1t of-him?" she had asked.
And when he nodded she had gone
away without another word. Now, as
he hurried through the crowded
streets, he was conscious that 1t was
no good, indeed; and he was divided
between the artists regret and the
friends joy in the fact. But It made
him tremble. Was his hand to forget
its cunning? And then, suddenly, ht
heard familiar voice, and there be
side him, with his hand on his shout
der. stood the mayor.
~ Why, Neil my boy, how are your
he said, and he took Kittrell's hand al
warmly as ever For a moment Kit
trell was relieved, and then his hear
sank; for he had quick realization
that 1t was the coward within him tina
felt the relief, and the man the sick
ness. If Clayton had reproached him
or cut him, 1t would have made 1
easier; but Clayton did none of thes,
things, and Kittrell was irresistibl.
drawn to the subject himself.
you heard of my-new job" h
asked.
yes" said Clayton, II heard"
well" Kittrell began.
I'm sorry" Clayton said.
$50 was l." Kittrell FASTENED to say
"But / felt it-well, duty, some wa
to Edith. You know-we-need tn
money" And he gave the cynica
laugh that went with the argument.
What does she think? Does sh
feel that way about it?"
Kittrell laughed, not cynically now
but uneasily and with embarrassment
for Clayton's blue eyes were on hin
those eyes that could look into me
and understand them SO.
"of course you know" Kittrell wen
on nervously, there is nothing pei
sonal In this. We newspaper fellow
simply do what We are told; we ODE
orders like soldiers, you know. Wit
the policy OF the paper we have notl
ing to do. Just like Dick Jennings, VIII
was q red-hot free-trader and used I
write free-trade editorials for tn
Times-he went over to the Telegrap
you remember, and writes all thoa
protection arguments"
The mayor did not seem to be Il
terested in Dick Jennings, or In tn
ethics of his profession.
"of course, you know I'm for 20
Mr.. Clayton, just exactly as I've q
ways been. I'm going to vote Il
YOU"
This did not seem to interest Il
mayor, either.
And, maybe you know-I though
perhaps" he snatched at this brigl
new idea that had come to him Just
the nick OF time, that l might he
you by my cartoons in the Telegraph
that is, might keep them from bein
, as bad as they might"
| "But that wouldn't be dealing fair
, with your new employers, Nell" th
mayor said.
{ Kittrell was making more and mol
> a mess Of this whole miserable bus
ness, and he was basely glad whe
they reached the corner.
well, good-by, my boy" said Il
mayor, as they parted. 'Rememb,
! me TO the little woman"
) When he turned In his cartoo
D Benson scanned 1t moment cooke
: his head this side and that, puff'
, his brier pipe, and finally said;
t I'm afraid this is hardly up to 20
D This figure of Clayton, here-it hasr
}. got the stun in IT, You want to she
Q him as he is. We want the people
+ know what four-flushing, hypnotici
' demagogical blatherskite he is-wi
I all his rot about the people and the
a damned rightsl"
y Benson was all unconscious OF h
a inconsistency Of having concern I
/, people he so despised, and Kittr'