The Green Forest tribune., 1915-02-19
CHAPTER xI-Conttnued.


 ., .ott house for Two weeks after that. Ie had begun to think that, if his ~olng there gave embarrassment to
 1e girl who had been kind to him,
 were better to remain away. Il don't belong here," he told him.
 elf. bitterly. q reckon everybody nat knows me in New York, except ssae Lescotts, is laughing at me be- lind my back"
 He worked fiercely, and threw into
 is work such fire and energy that it ceRme out again converted into bold keless of stroke and an almost savage rksigor of drawing. The instructor y. odded his head over the easel, and serassed on to the next student without shtaving left the defacing mark of his wlBlentless crayon. To the next pupil, line said:
 Watch the way that man South araws. He's not clever. He's eIemen- as ally sincere, and, if he goes on, the he rst thing you know he will be a DOT hiIait painter. He won't merely draw ne yes and lips and noses, but character
 
 inhrough them"
 . los And Samson met every gaze with edmoldering savagery, searching for ome one who might be laughing at onim openly, or even covertly, instead f behind his back The long-suffer- ng fighting lust in him craved oppor- unity to break out and relieve the 1,J laughed
 One afternoon late in November, a fnaint of blizzards swept snarling down a'he Atlantic seaboard from the polar l0es, with wet furries of snow and ain. Off on the marshes where the It Kenmore club had it's lodge, the live hnecoys stretched their clipped wings, lofnd raised their green necks restively trento the salt wind, and listened. With ittawn, they had heard, faint and far lway, the first notes of that wild mlhorus with which the skies would ring hlantu the southerly mtgrations ended the horizon-distant honking of high. atlying water fowl.
 nd Then it was that Farbish dropped h with marching orders, and Samson. Erearning to be away where there were ipspen skies, packed George Lescott's ell borrowed paraphernalia, and prepared daO leave that same night. ias While he was packing, the telephone tang, and Samson heard Adrienne's t5Cice at the other end of the wire. ! Where have you been hiding?" she g. demanded "Ill have to send truant O. ,fhcer after you"
 I've been very busy" said the man, orand l reckon. after all. you can't :ivilize wolf. I'm afraid I've been wasting your time"
 Possibly, the miserable tone of the voice told the girl more than the xords.
 You are having a season with the blue devils,' she announced You've pen cooped up too much This wind ,ught to bring the ducks, and" Bo I'm leaving tonight" Samson told opler.
 f It would have been very nice of lxou to have run up to say good-by," lh0 reproved. But I'll forgive you, you call me up by long distance. fou will get there early in the morn Ing. Tomorrow, I'm going to Philadel- phia over night. The next night, I ahAll be att the theater. Call me up Rfter the theater, and tell me how nFou like it."
 was the same old frankness and n1endltness of voice, and the same pld note like the music of reed in ustrument. Samson felt so comforted arA rAud reassured that he laughed through khe telephone
 live been keeping away from you," no Volunteered, because I've had a Apse iAto savagery, and haven't been dt to talk to you. When I get back, I'm coming up to explain. And, in the meantime, TX telephone"
 On the train Samson was surprised 70 discover that, after all, he had MT. William Farbish for travelling com panion. That gentleman explained hat he had found an opportunity to