Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-03-05
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bv the most powerful combinations IN
New York"
w,lfred Horton leaned back In
swivel chair and put his feet up on mis-
desk. For while he seemed interested
in his own silk socks.
cts very kind of you to warn me,
he said quietly.
The Hon. Mr.. Wickliffe rose in ex-
ASPIRATION and paced the floor. The
smoke from his black cigar went be-
fore him in vicious puffs. Finally ne
stopped and leaned glaring on the
table.
your family has always been con-
servative. When you succeeded TO tne
fortune you showed no symptoms Oh
this mania. In Gods name, what has
changed you?"
"I hope I have grown up" explained
the young man, with an unruneo
smile. Zone can't wear swaddnns
clothes forever, you know
The attorney for an instant softened
his manner as he looked into the
straight-gazing, unafraid eyes OF MS
client.
"Ive known you from your baby
hood. I advised your father before
you were born. You have, by the
chance of birth, come into the control
of great wealth. The world Of finance
is of delicate balance Squabbles IN
certain directorates may throw the
Street into panic. Suddenly you
emerge from decent quiet and run
amuck in the china shop, believing
and tossing your horns. You make
war on those whose interests are your
own. You seem bent on hari-kari.
You have toys enough to amuse. Why
couldn't you stay put?"
They weren't the right things.
They were, as you say, toys" The
smile faded and Horizons chin set
itself for a moment as he added:
IF you don't think I'm going to stay
putAwatch me-"
why do you have to make war
to be chronically insurgent?"
"Because,,-the young man, who had
walked up, spoke slowly-'I am read
ing a certain writing on the wall. The
time is not far off when, unless we
regulate a number Of matters from
within we shall be regulated from
without"
Take for instance this newspaper
war you've inaugurated on the police
grumbled the corporation lawyer. Its
less dangerous to the public than
these financial crusades, butsdecidedly
more so for yourself. You are re-
garded as dangerous agitator, mar
plot! 1 tell you, Wilfred. aside from
all other considerations the thing Is
perilous to yourself. You are riding
for a fall. These men whom you are
whipping out of public life will turn
on YOU"
$50 hear. Here's letter I got this
morning-unsigned. That is, I thought
it was here. Well, no matter. 1t
warns me that I have less than three
months to live unless I call off my
dogs"
1t is said that the new convert Is
ever the most extreme fantic. 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 soon he
found himself playing the game for
the games sake. Political overlords,
assailed as unfaithful servents, 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 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 Horton
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 existance sud-
denly quickened. He left off 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.
Tony Collasso was an Italian illus
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 speaks 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 listener,
while the man from Sorrento bewailed
fate with his corterie, and denounced
all forms of government over insipid
Chianti.
But tonight he entered the door to
find himself in the midst of 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 chatting dish
The crowd was typical. A few very
minor writer's and artists, a model OF
two. and several women who had
thinking parts in current Broadway
productions.
At eleven o'clock the guests Of hon.
or arrived in a taxicab. They were Mr.
William Farbish and Miss Winifred
Starr. Having come, as they explained
direct from the theatre where Miss
Starr danced in the first row, they
were in evening dress. Samson men