Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-03-16
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contempt for shotguns.
"I reckon I'd like it, all right" ne
said, "and I'll bring back some DUCKS
if I'm lucky"
So, Lescott arranged the outfit, and
Samson awaited the news Of the COM
ing flights.
That same evening, Farbish drop
ped into the studio, explaining that
he had been buying a picture at Col
lasso's and had taken the opportunity
to stop by and hand Samson a
visitors card to the Kenmore CLUB
He found the ground Of interest fall
low, and artfully sowed 1t with we'll
chosen anecdotes calculated to slim
ulate enthusiasm.
On leaving the studio. he paused to
say:
"I'll let you know when conditions
are Just right" Then, he added as
though in afterthought: And I'll ar
range so that you won't run up on
Wilfred Horton"
whats the matter with Wilfred
Horton?" demanded Samson, a shade
curtly.
Nothing at ALL" replied Farbish'
with entire gravity. PERSONALLY,
like Horton immensely. 1 simply
thought you might find things more
congenial when he wasn't among
those present"
Samson was puzzled, but he did not
fancy hearing from this mans lips
criticisms upon friends of his friends.
well, 1 reckon he said, cooiiy
I'D like him, too"
II beg your pardon" said the other.
II suppose you know, or I wouldn't
have mentioned the subject. 1 seem
to have said too much"
"See here, Mr.. Farbish," Samson
spoke quietly, but imperatively; III
YOU know any reason why 1 shouldn't
meet Mr.. Wilfred Horton, I want you
to tell me what it is. He a friend OF
my friends You say you've said toe
much. I reckon you've said either toe
much or too little"
Then, very insidiously and artis-
tically, seeming all the while reluct-
ant and apologetic, the visitor pro-
ceeded to plant in Samson's mind an
exaggerated and untrue picture OF
Horizons contempt for him and OF
Horizons resentment at the favor
shown him by the Lescotts.
Samson heard him out with a face
automatically set, and his voice was
soft, as he said simply at the end:
I'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
going there gave embarrassment to
the girl who had been kind to him,
it were better to remain away.
Il don't belong here" he told him.
self, bitterly. II reckon everybody
that knows me in New York, except
the Lescotts, is laughing at me be-
hind my back"
He worked ficerly, and threw into
his work such fire and energy that II
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 crayon. To the next pupil
he said:
Watch the way that man South
draws. He's not clever. He's element
ally sincere, and If he goes on, the
first thing you know he will be por-
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
smouldering savagery. searching fol
some one who might be listening al
him openly, or even covetly, 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 ont
laughed.
One afternoon late in November,
hint of blizzards swept snarling dowr
the Atlantic seaboard from the polar
fioes, with wet fiurries of snow ant
rain. OFF on the marshes where the
Kenmore club had it's lodge, the liv'
decoys stretched their clipped wings
and raised their green necks restivel!
into the salt wind, and listened. Witt
dawn, they had heard, faint and fal
away, the first notes of that wiit
chorus with which the skies woulc
ring until the southerly migration:
ended the horizon-distant honkint
of high flying water foul.
Then it was that Farbish dropped
in with marching orders, and Samson
yearning to be away where there wer'
open skies, packed George Lescotti
borrowed paraphernalia and prepared
to leave that same night.
While he was packing the telephone
rang, and Samson heard Ardiennet
voice at the other end of the wire.
Where have you been hiding?" sh
demanded. III have to send truan
officer after you.'
i've been very busy" said the man
"and I reckon, after all, you can
civilize a wolf. I'm afraid I've beel
wasting your time"
Possibly the miserable tone Of tn