Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1915-03-12
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Samson did not appear at the Les
colt house for swo weeks after that
He had begun to think that, If his
going there gave embarrassment to
the girl who had been kind to him,
1t we're better to remain away.
L don't belong here" he told him
self. bitterly Il 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 crayon. 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 per
trait painter. He won't merely draw
and virtues and vices showing out
through them"
And Samson met every gaze with
smoldering savagery, searching for
some one who might be laughing at
him openly, or even covertly, instead
OF behind his back. The long-suffer-
ing fighting lust In him craved oppor-
HUw I.
pressure on his soul. But no one
laughed
One afternoon late in November, a
hint of billiards. swept snarling down
the Atlantic seaboard from the polar
foes, with wet fiurries of snow and
rain. Off on the marshes where the
Kenmore club had it's lodge, the live
decoys stretched their clipped wings,
and raised their green necks restively
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
--che 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 Lescott's
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 "I1l have to send truant
officer after you"
I've been very busy" said the man,
-and reckon, after all, you can't
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 cooped up too much. This wind
ought to bring the ducks, and"
I'm leaving tonight" Samson told
her.
It would have been very nice of
S00 W AdfO AQA up W soy 6OOd-Ogs
she reproved But I'll forgive you.
II you call me up by long distance.
You viii get there early in the morn
ing. Tomorrow, I'm going to Philadel-
phia over night. The next night, |
shall be at the theater Call me up
after the theater. and tell me how
you like It."
1t was the same old frankness and
friendliness of voice, and the same
old note like the music of reed In.
strument Samson felt so comforted
and treasured that he laughed through
the telephone.
I've been keeping away from you"
ne volunteered, because I've had a
lapse into savagery, and haven't been
Mt 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 surprised
TO discover that, after all, he had Mr.
William Farhish for a travelling com
panion. That gentleman explained
that ha had found an opportunity to