Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-08-20

The dance at VILE McCager's threatens
trouble to Samson and Lescott.
CHAPTER What the dance, Samson
tells the South clan he is going to leave
the mountains. Lescott goes home TO
New York. Samson bids Spicer and Sally
farewell and follows.
CHAPTER VIII-In New York Samson
studies art and learns much of city ways.
|Drennie Lescott p~ersuades Wilfred Hor-
ton, her di%iettante lover. to do a mans
work in the world. Z
80 / near. here's a letter / got this
morning-unsigned. That is, l thought
It was here. Well, no matter. 1t
warns me that l have less than three
months to live unless I call of my
dogs"
Il is said that the new convert Is
ever the most extreme fanatic. Will
fred Horton had promised to put on
his working clothes, and he had done
it with reckless disregard for conse
quences. At first, he was simply obey
ing Adrienne's orders; but 500 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 a prospect of things do
ing.
Adrienne Lescott was in Europe.
Soon she would return and-HegSteE
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 of drawing
from plaster casts and went into a
life class.
In this period Samson had his first
acQuaintanceship with women, except
those he had known from childhood
and his first acquaintance with the
men who were not of his own art
world.
AOuy OOlldbSO WdH Ill 4ldlldu illun-
traitor who lodged and painted in
studio-apartments in Washington
Square, South. His companions were
various, numbering among them a
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 as a listener,
while the man from Sorrento bewailed
fate with his c~oterie. and denounced
all forms of government over insipid
Chianti.
But tonight be entered the door to
find himself in the midst of a gay and
boisterous party. The room was al
ready thickly logged with smoke, and
a dozen men and women singing
snatches OF current airs. were inter-
esting themselves over a chatting dish.
The crowd was typical. A few very
minor writer's and artists, a model or
two, and several women who had
thinking parts in current Broadway
productions.
At eleven o'clock the guests of honor
arrived in a taxicab. They were Mr..
William Farbish and Miss Winifred
Starr. Having come, as they explained,
direct from the theater where Miss
Starr danced in the first row, they
were in evening dress. Samson men,
tally acknowledged, though with in
lstinctive disfavor for the pair, that
both were, in a way, handsome. Col
lasso drew him aside to whisper Inn
iportantly:
Make yourself agreeable to Farbish.
He is received In the most exclusive
society, and is a connoisseur of art.
If he takes a fancy to you, he will
put you up OF the best clubs. / think
] shall sell him a landscape"
The girl was talking rapidly and
loudly. She had at once taken the
center Of the room, and her laughter
rang in free and egotistical peals
above the other voices.
Come. said the host, II shall pre-
sent you"
The boy shook hands, gazing with
his usual directness into the show.