Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1914-12-30
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Mr.. WickliRe bit sayagely at his cigar
and gave . dsspairing spread to his
well-manicufed hands. 'You stand In
danger Of becoming the most cordially
hated man In New York-hatsd by the
most powerful combinations In New
York"
Wilfred Horton leaned back in
swivel chair and put his feet up on his
desk. For . while he seemed interested
in his own silk socks.
Its very kind Of you to warn me-"
he said. quietly.
Tho Hon. Mr.. wicklifIs rose in ex-
ASPIRATION and paced the floor. The
smoke from his black cigar went be-
fore him in vicious puts. Finally he
stopped and leaned glazing on the
table.
your family has always been con-
sentative. When you succeeded to the
fortune you showed no symptoms of
this mania. In Gods name. what has
changed you?"
Il hope I have grown up" explained
the young man, with. an unrufled
smile. zone can't wear swaddling
clothes forever. you know"
The attorney for an instant softened
his manner as he looked into the
Strengthening, unalraid eyes Of his
client.
"I'ye known you from your baby
hood. adyised your father before
you were born. You have, by the
chance Of birth. come into the control
Of great wealth. The world Of finance
Is Of delicate balance. Squabbles in
certain directorates may throw the
Street into panic. Suddenly Jou
emerge from decent quiet and run
amuck in the china shop. believing
and tossing your horns. You make
war on those whose interests are your
own. You seem bent on hari-kari.
You have toys enough to amuse. Why
couldn't you stay putt"
"They weren't the right things.
They were. as you say. toys" The
smile faded and Horizons chin set
itself for . moment as he added:
1T you don't think I'm going to stay
put-watch me"
why do you have to make war
to be chemically insurgent?"
'Because''-the young man. who had
walked up. spoke slowly-"I am read.
ing certain writing on the wall. The
time IL not far OF when, unless We
regulate . number Of natter from
within we shall be regulated from
without"
Take for instance this newspaper
war you've inaugurated on the police"s
grumbied the corporation lawyer It's
less dangerous to the public than
these financial crusades, but decidedly
more 30 for yourself. You are re-
garded as dangerous agitator, mar.
plot! tell you, Winfred, aside from
all other considerations the thing Ia
perilous to yourself. You are riding
for a fall. These men whom you are
whipping out Of public life will turn
on you"
$50 hear. Here's a letter got this
morning-unsigned. That is. I thought
it was here. Well, no matter. It
warns me that have less than three
months to live unless I call OF my
dogs"
It is said that the new convert lie
ever the most extreme fanatic. Viii
fred Horton had promised to put on
his working clothes, and he had done
1t with reckless disregard for conse-
quences. At first, he was simply obey.
ing Adrienne's orders; but soon he
found himself playing the game for
the games sake. Political overlords,
assailed as unfaithful servants. showed
their teeth. From some hidden, but
unfailing, source terribly sure and di.
rect evidence of guilt was being gath
cred. For Wilfred Horton. who was
demanding a day Of reckoning and
spending great sums Of money to get
It, there was q prospect Of things do
Ing.
Adrienne Lescott was in Europe.
Soon she would return and Horton
meant to show that he had not buried
his talent.
For eight months samson's life had
run in the steady ascent of gradual
climbing, but In the four months from
the first Of August to the first OF De
cember. the pace Of his existence sud
denly quickened. He left on drawing
from plaster casts and went into q
life class.
In this period Samson had his first
acquaintanceship with women, except
those he had known from childhood
and his nrst acquaintance with the
men who were not Of his own art
world.
Tony Collasso was an italian illus
traitor who lodged and painted In
studio-apartments in Washington
Square, South. His companions were
various. numbering among them q
group Of those pygmy celebrities Of
whom one has never heard until by
chance he meets them. and Of whom
their intimates speak as of immortals.
To Collasso's studio Samson was
called one night by telephone. He
had sometimes gone there before to
sit for an hour, chiefly AZ listener.
while the man from Sorrento bewailed
fate with his coterie. and denounced
all forms Of government over insipid
Chant.
But tonight he entered the door to
ind himself In the midst Of gay and
boisterous party. The room was al
ready thickly logged with smoke, and
q dozen men and women. singing
gnatches Of current airs. were inter