The Huttig news., 1915-02-20

fancy hearing from this mans lips criticisms upon friends of his friends.
 Well, I reckon he said, coolly, "fd like him, too"
 T beg your pardon" said the other. T suppose you knew, or I shouldn't have mentioned the subject. I seem to have said too much
 See here, MT. Farbsh," Samson spoke quietly, but imperatively; If you know any reason why I shouldn't meet MT Wilfred Horton, want you to tell me what it is. He is a friend of my friends. You say you've said too much. l reckon you've either said too much, or too little
 Then, very insidiously and artistical- ly, seeming all the while reluctant and apologetic, the visitor proceeded to plant in Samson's mind an exagger- ated and untrue picture of Hortons contempt for him and of Hortons r4- sentiment at the favor shown him by the Lescotts.
 Samson heard him out with face enigmatically set, and his voice was soft, as he said simply at theyend:
 T m obliged to you,
 Samson did not appear at the Les colt house for two weeks after that He had begun to think that, if his eoing there gave embarrassment to the girl who had been kind to him, 1t were better to remain away
 T don't belong here," he told him. self. bitterly T reckon everybody that knows me in New York. except the Lescotts, is laughing at me be- hind my back"
 He worked fiercely, and threw into his work such fire and energy that it came out again converted into bold ness of stroke and an almost savage vigor of drawing. The instructor nodded his head over the easel, and passed on to the next student without having left the defacing mark of his relentless erayon To the next pupil, he said:
 Watch the way that man South draws. He's not clever. He's elemen- tally sincere, and, if he goes on. the first thing you know he will be DOT trait painter He won't merely draw eyes and lips and noses, but character and virtues and vices showing out through them.'
 And Samson met every gaze with snoldering savagery, searching for at him openly, or even covertiy, Instead of behind his back The long-suffer- ing fighting lust in him craved oppor- tunity to break out and relieve the pressure on his soul. But no one laughed.
 One afternoon late in November, hint of blizzards swept snarling down the Atlantic seaboard from the polar foes, with wet flurries of snow and rain. Off on the marshes where the Kenmore club had its lodge, the live decoys stretched their clipped wings, and raised their green necks restiyely into the salt wind, and listened. With dawn. they had heard, faint and far away, the first notes of that wild chorus with which the skies would ring until the southerly migrations ended the horizon-distant honking of high flying water fowl.
 Then it was that Farbish dropped in with marching orders, and Samson, yearning to be away where there were open skies, packed George Lescotts borrowed paraphernalia, and prepared to leave that same night.
 While he was packing, the telephone rang, and Samson heard Adrienne's voice at the other end of the wire.
 Where have you been hiding?" she demanded. I'll have to send truant officer after you"
 I've been very busy" said the man, "and I reckon, after all, you cant civilize wolf. I'm afraid I've been wasting your time.'
 Possibly, the miserable tone of the voice told the girl more than the words.
 You are having season with the blue devils she announced. You've ben ceoped up too much. This wind ought to bring the ducks, and"
 I'm leaving tonight" Samson told her.
 Tt would have been very nice of you to have run up to say good-by, she reproved But I'll forgive you, if you call me up by long distance. You will get there early in the morn ing. Tomorrow, I'm going to Philadel- phia over night The next night, shall be at the theater. Gail me up after the theater. and tell me hosv you like it.
 It was the same old frankness and friendliness of voice, and the same old note like the music of reed in- strument. Samson, felt so comfortej and reassured that he laughed through the telephone.
 I've been keeping away from you, he volunteered, because I've had a lapse into savagery, and haven't been fit to talk to you. When l get back, I'm coming up to explain. And. in the meantime, I'll telephone.'
 On the train Samson was surpri i,ed to discover that after all, he had MT. William Farbish for travelling com panion. That gentleman explained that he had found an opportunity to