San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1885-01-15


Literary men have. somehow. receives
a Kind ~ social black eye, that II. M
one believe that they are quite n goo,
husbands or ~ good fathers ~ thel
should be; and from the observatory o
casual view. this Ia correct. Few PEG
pie know IN what extremlties literary
men are reduced. Few. very few la
deed. know how they court the so-callec
muse OF inclination. Tho man who
handles the drawing knife or plane can,
II he be In physical condition. do hi.
work cretifsbly; but the literary man,
though be may be 10 robust health. and
though he may not have an ache or q
pain. Is frequently unable 70 do accepta-
BE work. This Is \ curious freak
which no student Of metaphysics can
explain. for the mind Of man. although
Il 10 constantly becoming clearer
and more capable Of comprehension. Is
still something which Newton cannot
define. nor n Bacon perfectly explore.
A mans mind seems 70 have but little
90 do with his affections. for. although
his heart may be warm, bis words are
sometimes cold.
IL want you 20 20 10 bed. said Mr..
Mecklamore, the well-known novelist.
70 his little girl. Every night when ]
cit down 10 work you persist In snort
ing around Go to bed. I've got work
% do"
"She't can't understand YOU" said
Mrs. Mecklamore. II don't think that
she Is we'll"
"She's always III when want 10 work
She seems 10 study the time. What do
you want TO snort that way for1 You
are enough TO drive q man crazy!"
Robert, dont't think the little girl
can help IT," the wife replied. She Ia
too Young to know anything about the
importance Of your work"
swell. it's time she was learning"
the author exclaimed, turning, with an
angry air. "Other people can work
without interruption. / don't see why /
should be imposed on. I'll go down
Town. can write there without inter-
ruption." and he gathered up his papers
sDd left the house.
Quietly. and without the slightest h
serruphon, he worked for several hours
o Occasionally, while his mind was deep
In the moulding Of character, he would
zee little anxious face, and hear an ex-
of gladness, but he waved
aside the vision and worked on. Late
at night boy came with note. The
ran:
81 am very uneasy about Dora; /
think she has the dipthcria.
"My work Is done for tonight" he
and, arranging his paper with
3 discontented air, he went home. He
found the doctor there. The little suf- |
Ierer smiled at him when he entered.
She tried to say something. but "papa's
,ome," was all he could understand.
An unfinished manuscript stared at him.
ais IL very violent attack" be
asked Of tho physician.
Eyes, very"
The mother sat on the edge OF the |
bed. The father approached. He
couldn't see the lines Of the manuscript |
low. The little girl choked, and they
fitted her up. The father put his arm
lnder her head. The unfinished manu-
cript was dim.
"She has been aling for several days"
aid the mother" but we did not think
hat there was anything serious the mat
cr with her. She has been so gay and
0 full of frolic that we didn't think any
hing could all her."
The sufferer looked at her father and
ricd TO speak. but failing, she put her
and into his and smiled. The nntin-
she'd manuscript was dim. With
truggle she said:
"Am badp"
mo, angel" whispered the father.
''Do you want me to 90 bedP"
mo, darling" The unfinished man
script was fading more and more.
"She is past all help" the doctor
aid.
The mother hid her face in the win
low curtain. The father took his child
n his arms. She looked at him and
vas dead. The unfinished manuscript
ad faded. -Opic Read, in 7eras Syt-