Mexico Missouri message., 1915-01-28
CHAPTER xl-contlnued.

Samson did not appear at the Les
colt house for .wo 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 were better to remain away.
Il 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 deft 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 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
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.
IN kIx
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 flurries of snow and
rain. OF on the marshes where the
kenmore club had its 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
the horizon-distant honking of high
flying water fowl.
} Then 1t 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 I'm have to send a truant
officer after you"
I've been very busy" said the man,
land reckon. after all, you can't
civilize a 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 a season with the
blue devils" she announced You've
ben cooped up too much. This vino
ought to bring the ducks, and"
I'm seaying tonight" Samson TOLD
her.
1T would have been very nice O
you to have run up to say good-by,
enc reproved But I'll forgive you
II yOg call me UP by long distance
10a will 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 VI
after the theater, and tell me hoy
you like Il.
1t was the same old frankness an,
friendIiness OF voice, and the sam
old note like the music of reed in
strgment Samson felt SO comforte,
and roassured that he laughed through
the Telephone.
'Yverbeen keeping away from you,
he volunteered, because I've had
= lapse lnto saVagery. and haven't beef
81 to talk 20 you When | get back
I'm coming up 70 explain And. ia th
3aeantime. I'll telephone"
q or the train Samson was SURPRISED
r discover that, after all, he had MI
William PARRISH Cor a travelling com
fiahlox That gentleman explained
t.ast be lad found an opportunity q