The Rice belt journal. (Welsh, Calcasieu Parish, La.) 1900-19??, 1915-03-05
CHAPTER TX.


Christmas came to Misery wrapped
in drab mantle of desolatiOn. At
the cabin of the Widow Miller Sally
was sitting alone before the logs. She
laid down the slate and spelling book,
over which her forehead had been
strenuously puckered, and ga2ed some
what mournfully into the blaze. Sally
had secret. 1t was a secret which she
based on a faint hope. II Samson
should come back to Misery he would
come back full Of new notions. No
man had ever yet returned from that
outside world unaltered. No man ever
would. A terrible premonition said he
would not come at all, but, If he did
II he did-she must know how to read
and write. Maybe, when she had
learned a little more, she might even
go to school for term or two.
The cramped and distorted chirog.
raphy on the slate was discouraging.
1t was all proving very hard work. The
girl gazed for time at something she
saw in the embers, and then a faint
smile came to her lips. By next Christ
mas she would surprise Samson with a
letter. 1t should be we'll written, and
every "hain't" should be an isn't"
.
The normal human mind is a res.
ervotr which fills at a rate of speed
regulated by the number and caliber
OF its feed pipes. Samson's mind had
long been almost empty, and now from
so many sources the waters of new
things were rushing in upon it that
under their pressure it must fill fast
or give away.
He was saved from hopeless com.
! plfcations of thought by a sanity
which was willing to assimiate with.
out too much effort to analyze. The
boy from Misery was presently less
bizarre to the eye than many of the
unkempt bohemians he met in the life
Of the studios, men who quarreled
garrulously over the end and aim of
Art, which they spelled with CAPT.
tai A-and, for the most part, knew
nothing Of. He retained, except with,
in small circle of intimates, silence
that passed for taciturnity, and
soiemnity of Visage that was often
construed into surly egotism.
He still wore his hair long, and,
though his conversation gradually
sloughed off much of it's idiom and
yulgarism, enough Of the mountaineer
stood out to lend to his personality
SAVIOR of the crudely picturesque.
Meanwhile he drew and read and
studied and walked, and every days
advancement was forced march.
Lescott, tremendously interested in his
experiment, began to fear that the
boys too great somberness of dispo.
sition would defeat the very earnest.
ness from which it sprang. So one
morning the landscape,maker called
on a friend whom he rightly believed
to be the wisest man, and the great.
est humorist in New York.
81 want your help" said Lescott.
Il want you to meet friend of mine
and take him under your wing in
fashion. He needs YOU
The stout mans face clouded A few
years ago he had been peddling his
manuscripts with the "Reminiscences of
unsuccessful middle age. Today men
coupled his name with those of Kip
ling and De Maupassant. One of his
antipathies was meeting people who
sought to lionize him. Lescott read
the expression, and, before his host
had time to object, swept into his re
cital.
At the end he summarized:
THE artist is much like the setter
pup. If It's in him, it's as instructive
as q dogs nose. But to become eff
cient he must go a-field with steady
veteran of his own breed"
II know!" The great man, who was
also the simple man, smiled reminis.
Gently. They tried to teach me ia
herd sheep when my nose was itching
for bird country. Bring on your man;
want to know him"
Samson was told nothing Of the be-
neyolent conspiracy, but one evening
shortly later he found himself sitting
at a cafe table with his sponsor and
a stout man, almost as silent as him.
self. The stout man responded with
something like churlish taciturnity
to the half-dozen men and women who
came over with batteries. But later,
when the trio was left alone, his face
frightened, and he turned to the boy
from Misery.
Does Billy Conrad still keep store
at Stagbone?
Samson started and his gaze fell in
amazement. At the mention of the
name he saw crossroads store with
rough mules hitched to fence palings.
1t was picture of home, and here was
a man who had been there! With
glowing eyes the boy dropped uncon.
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