Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1915-08-20
CHAPTER /.
At chaudiere's.


dieres~ again that he was sharing
farewell supper with cambridge of the
Louisianian. Six weeks lay between
that and this; forty-odd days of dis
enlargement and failure superadded
upon other similar days and weeks
and months.
Without meaning to, cambridge had
been strewing the path with fresh
thorns for the defeated one. He had
just been billeted to write up the ba-
mana trade for his paper. Boyishly ju-
bilant over the assignment, he had
dragged the New Yorker around to
Chaudiere's to small parting feast.
Not that it had required much per-
suasion. Griswold had tasted for "a
hours, and If cambridge were not a
friend in a purist's definition of the
term, he was at least a friendly &C
quaintance.
The burden of the table talk fell
upon cambridge. and 1t occurred to
the host that his guest was less than
usually responsive, a fault not to be
lightly condoned under the joyous cir
cumstances. Wherefore he protested
What's the matter with you to-
night, Kenneth, old man? You're more
than commonly grumpy, it seems to
me: and that's needless"
Griswold looked up with a smile
that was almost ill-natured, and quot
ed cynically: Unto everyone that
hath shall be given, and he shall have
abundance; but from him that hath
not, shall be taken away even that
which he hath"
Bainbridge's laugh was tolerant
enough to take the edge from his re-
tort.
That's a pretty thing to fling at
man who never knitted you or pistoled
you or tried to poison you! An inno-
cent bystander might say you envied
me-"
Il do" rejoined Griswold gravely.
81 envy any man who can earn enough
money to pay for three meals day
and place to sleep in"
"Oh, cats foot!-anybody can do
that" asserted cambridge, with the
air of one TO whom the struggle for
existence has been mere athletes
practice run.
Il know; that is your theory. But
the facts disprove it. can't, for one"
Griswold was a fair man, with red
dish hair and beard and the quick and
sensitive skin Of the type. red flush
of anger crept up under the closely
cropped beard, and his eyes were
bright
cambridge scoffed openly; but he
was good-natured enough to make
amends when he saw that Griswold
was moved.
81 take it all back" he said. 81 sup
pose the book-chicken has come home
again to roost, and a returned manu-
script accounts for anything. But,
seriously. Kenneth, you ought to get
down to bedrock facts. Nobody but
a crazy phenomenon can find a pub
Usher for his first book, nowadays,
unless he has had some sort of an
Introduction in the magazines or the
newspapers. You haven't had that;
so far as / know, you haven't tried
st."
ooh, yes, l have-tried and failed
It isn't in me to do the salable thing,
and there isn't magazine editor in
the country who doesn't know it by
this time. l tell you, cambridge, the
conditions are all wrong when a man
with a vital message to his kind can't
get to deliver it to the people who
want to hear it."
cambridge ordered the small COT
fees and found his cigar case.
THAT is about what l suspected"
he commented impatiently. you
couldn't keep your peculiar views
muzzled even when you we're writing
bit of a pot boiler on sugar plant
ing. You drop your fool socialistic
fad and write book that a reputable
publisher can bring out without COM
hitting commercial suicide, and you'll
stand some show"
Call it what you please; names
don't change facts. Listen"-Griswo
leaned upon the table; his eyes grew
hard and the blue in them became me-
tallic-"For more than a month l
have tramped the streets of this
cursed city begging-yes, that is the
word-begging for work Of any kind
that would suffice to keep body and
soul together, and for more than half
OF that time have lived on one meal
a day. That is what we have come
to; we of the submerged majority.
And that isn't all. The wage worker
himself, when he is fortunate enough
to find chance to earn his crust, is
but serf; chattel among the other
possessions of some fellow man who
has acquired him in the plutocratic
redistribution Of the earth and the
fullness thereof"
cambridge glanced at his watch.
Il must be going" he said. THE
Adelantado drops down the river at
eleven. How are you fixed for the
present, and what are you going to do
for the future?"
Griswold's smile was not pleasant
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