Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-08-27

ing fights.
That same evening, Farbish dropped
into the studio. explaining that he had
been buying a picture at Collasso's,
and had taken the opportunity to stop
by and hand Samson O visitors card
to the Kenmore club. He found the
ground of interest fallow, and artfully
sowed It with wellohosen anecdotes
calculated to stimulate enthusiasm.
On leaving the studio, he paused tc
say:
"Tll let you know when conditions
are just right" Then, he added, as
though In afterthought: And I'll ar
range SO that you won't run up on
Wilfred Horton"
Whats the matter with Wilfreo
Horton" demanded Samson, a shade
CURLY.
Nothing at ALL" replied Farbish,
with entire gravity. Personally, ]
like Horton immensely. l simply
thought you might find things more
congenial when he wasn't among
those present"
Samson was puzzled, but he did not
fancy hearing from this mans lips
criticisms upon friends of his friends.
well, l reckon" he said. coolly,
I'D like him, too"
II beg your pardon" said the other.
Il suppose you knew, or l shouldn't
have mentioned the subject. ! seem
to have said too much"
HO@A 49, A. T..I4-I 49,
spoke quietly, but imperatively; IF
you know any reason why ! shouldn't
meet MI. Wilfred Horton, I want you
to tell me what it is. He is a friend
of my friends. You say you've said
too much. I reckon you've either
said too much, or too little"
Then, very insidiously and artistical-
ly, seeming all the while reluctant and
apologize, the visitor proceeded to
plant In Samson's mind an exagger-
ated and untrue picture of Horizons
contempt for him and of Horizons re-
sentiment at the favor shown him by
the Lescotts.
Samson heard him out with a face
systematically set, and his voice was
soft, as he said simply at the end:
I'm obliged to YOU"
Samson did not appear at the Les
colt house for two 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. II reckon everybody
that knows me in New York, except
the Lescotts, is laughing at me be-
hind my back"
He worked lercely, and threw into
his work such fire and energy that 1t
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
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trait painter. He won't merely draw
ayes 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
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ing fighting lust in him craved oppor-
tunity to break out and relieve the
pressure on his soul. But no
laughed.
One afternoon late In November, a
hint Of billiards. swept snarling down
the Atlantic seaboard from the polar
foes, with wet f1urries 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
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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 wa packing, the telephone
rang, and Samson heard Adrienne's
voice at the other end of the wire.
Where have you been hiding?" she
demanded. "IIl 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