The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1915-03-18
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II u .ar to remaia way
II don't galong here, ne told hin
self. bitterly q reckol everybot}
that knows me in New York. excep,
the Lescotts, is laughing at me be-
hind my back"
He worked fiereely, 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 eiemen-
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 covertIy, 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 one
laughed.
One afternoon late Ia November, q
hint Of billiards. swept snarling down
the Atlantic seaboard from the polar
foes, with wet dmrries OF snow and
rain. on 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 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 parsphernalia, 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 truant
officer after you"
I've been very busy" said the man.
and | reckon, after all, you can't
ciyilize 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 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
1T would have been very nice of
you to have run up to say good-by,'
she reproved. But I'll forgive you,
II you call me up by long distance.
You win get there early in the morn
ing. Tomorrow, I'm going to Philadel-
pha over night. The next night, l
shall he at the theater Call me up
after the theater, and tell me how
you like it,
It was the same old frankness and
of voice, and the same
I'D note like the music OF reed in
strument. Samson felt so comforted !
and treasured that he laughed through
he telephone.
I've been keeping away from you"
he volunteered, because I've had
apse into savagery, ana haven't been
fit to talk to you. When | get back,
I'm coming up to explain. And in the
meantime, III telephone
On the train Samson was surprised
% discover that, after ALL he had Mr..
William FaIbish for travelling com.
panion. That gentleman explained
hat he had found an opportunity to
play truant from business for day
Or two, and wished to see Samson
comfortably ensconced and introduced.
The first day Fsrbish and Samson
had the place to themselves, but the
next morning would bring others.
The next day. while the mountain
eeF was out on the fats, the party OF
men at the club had been swelled to
d total OF six, for in pursuance OF
the carefully arranged plans of Mr..
Farbish, Mr.. Bradburn had succeeded
In inducing Wilfred Horton to run
down for a day or two OF the sport
he loved. When Horton arrived that
afternoon. he found his usually even
temper rutfled by bits of maliciously
preached gossip, until his resentment
against Samson South had been
tanned into danger heat He did not
know that South also was at the club,
and he did not that afternoon go out
10 the blinds, but SO far departed
rom his usual custom as to permit
himself to sit for several hours in the
club grill.
And yet, as is often the case in care
fully designed affairs. the one element
hat made most powerfully for the
success Of Farbish's scheme was pure
accident. The carefully arranged meet.
ing between the two men, the adroitly
melted passions Of each, would still