Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-03-06
CHAPTER Xi-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,
It were better to remain away.
u 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 fercely, 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 elemen-
tally sincere, and, if he goes on, the
first thing you know he will be a 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
smodering savagery, searching for
some one who might be laughing at
him openly, or even covertly. instead
Of behind his back. The long-suffer-
ing lighting lust in him craved oppor-
tunity TO break out and relieve the
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
Hoes, with wet lurries of snow and
rain. OFF on the marshes where the
Kenmore club had it's 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
-che horizon-distant honking of high.
nyiRg water fowl
Then 1t was that Farbish dropped
in with marching orders, and Samson,
yearnlng to be away where there were
open skies, packed George Lescott's
borrowed paraphernaha, 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. IN have to send truant
officer after you"
I've been very busy" said the man,
and | reckon. after all, you can't
clyilize a wolf I'm afraid I've been
wasting your time
Possibly, the miserable tone Of the
voice told the girl more than the
Eords.
You are having a season with the
blue ceyils," she announced. You've
ben eooped up too much. This wind
ought to bring the ducks. and"
ii leaving tonight" Samson told
her.
1t would have been very nice OF
you to have run up to say good-by. Z"
she reproved. But I'll forgive you,
II you call me up by long distance.
You viii get there early in the morn
ing. tomorrow. I'm going TO Philadel-
phia over night. The next night, l
snaA be at the theater. Call me up
after the theater, and tell me how
you Ike it,"
II was the game old frankness and
Iriendliness Of voice, and the same
oia note Ike the music Of a reed in
s1Toment Samson felt SO comforted
ana treasured that he laughed through
The telephone.
I've been keeping away from you, "
&c volunteered, because I've had a
.apse into savagery. and haven't been
~ TO taik to you. When l get back,
Il coming Up to explain. and. in the
meantime. III telephone"
On the train Samson was surprised
70 discover that. after all, he had Mr..
" 'i.'am Farbish for a travelling com
talion. That gentleman explained
WAX hS lad found an opportunity to