The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1913-07-26
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IN tIiS campaign, IL We SdH Nuih |
things in the next three days. were |
lost, that's all; We might as we'll lace
II. Tomorrow we make an important
revelation concerning the character OF
Clayton. and we want to follow It up
the morning after by cartoon that
will be sumner. a clincher. We have
discussed il here among ourselves,
and this is our idea"
Benson drew a crude. bald outline,
| indicating the cartoon they wished
Kittrell to draw. The irea 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.
Well" said Benson. what do you
thirs of it,"
Kisrell paused an instant. and then
said:
Il won't draw it; that's what think
of it."
Benson flushed angrily and looked
up ct him.
We are paying you very large SAL
airy, Mr.. Kittrell, and your work, II
you will pardon me, has not been up
to what We were led to expect"
You are quite right, Mr.. Benson,
but | can't draw that cartoon"
Well, great Cod" yelled Burns.
what have we got here--a gold
brick?" He rose with a vivid sheer
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 a face that had
, gone white on the instant.
What did you say, sir?" he de-
manded.
7 Burns thrust his red face. with its
1 prognathic jaw, menacingly toward
y Kittrell.
' Il said that in you we'd got gold
; brick"
Your" said Kittrell. What have
! you to do with it? / don't work fol
\ you"
You don't? Well. l guess It's us
II that puts up"
Gentlemen! Gentlemen" safe
A Glenn, waving a white, paciticatorI
q hand.
Yes, let me deal with this, II you
please" said Benson, looking hard a
Burns. The street car man sneeret
again. then, in ostentatious contempt
A looked out the window. And In thu
stiffness Benson continued:
4 Mr.. Kittrell. think a minute. Il
A your decision final:"
n 1T is final, Mr.. BenSon," said Kit
n trell. And as for you, Burns" b.
glared angrily at the man, II wouldn'
II draw that cartoon for all the dirt
\ money that all the bribing street ca
VI companies in the world could put int
Mr.. Glenn's bank here. Good evening
Y gentlemen"
1t was not until he stood again 1
II his own home that Kittrell felt tn
physical effects which the spiritua
squalor of such a scene was certai
III to produce in a nature like his.
M Neil! What is the natter" Edit
futtered toward him in alarm.
He sank into chair, and for M
II ment he looked as II he would fain
IA but he looked wanly up at her an
U said:
al Nothing; I'm all right; just lit
weak. I've gone through sickenin
Y horrible scene"
Dearest"
ed And I'm of the Telegraph-and
man once more!"
m He bent over, with his elbows on b
DO knees, his head In his hands, and WHIT
Edith put her calm, caressing hal
n; on his brow, she found that it wi
moist from nervousness. Presently
I'd was able to tell her the whole stor
IN 1T was after all, Edith, fifth
he conclusion to my experience on Il
ne Telegraph. suppose, though. tn
oil. to people who are used to ten the
IN. sand a year such scenes are nothil
as at ALL" She saw in this trace OF
an old humor that he was himself aga
and she Rugged his head to b
i'd, bosom.
"Oh, dearest" she said. I'm pro
Of you-and happy again"
They were, indeed, both happJ, b;
nd pier than they had been for weeks
ing The next morning after breakfa
tie she saw by his manner, by the hum
Gus, almost comical expression abe
his eyes, that he had an idea. In Il
ex- mood OF satisfaction-this mood II
vel comes too seldom in the artists life
his she knew 1t was wise to let him alOl
!, | And he lighted his pipe and went
nd work. She heard him now and tn
singing or whistling or humming; S
" scented his pipe. then cigarette
OF then, at last, after two hours, he cal
,rn- in loud, triumphant tone:
me. "Oh, Edith"
it's She was at the door in an insta
ate. and, waving his hand grandly at
apy drawing board le turned TO her W
,ge. that expression, which connotes
Nv: greatest joy s is or mortais
and know-the Joy IT beholding ones o
y're work and find g it good. He had,
enn she saw, retui ned to the cartoon
s. 1 Clayton he had laid aside when
ere tempter came; and now it was
ling ished. Its simple lines revealed Cl
Saw. toms character, as the sufficient
hey swer to all the charges the Telegr;
to- might make against him. Ec
leaned against the door and Loo
to long and critically. L
son 1T was fine before" she saia p
ong emily; Its better now. Before it
ON. n nortrait of the man: this shows