The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1890-12-28

prolong human life beyond its natural
term ?"
''Yes-I mean that, I" he replied with We
hemence, "and mean more.
"More?'
There is no reason none whatever
why human being with no organic dis
ease or lesion, should not live forever,
while fed and buoyed by this splendid
stimulus. -
Hush" she interrupted, rising. Her
face was very pale, and her features
tr'itched a little as she framed her next
sentence. II am sorry that you told me
anything of this. didn't ask you TO tell
1t. But now that you've done so, Egbert,
] can only assure you how impious it
strikes me--what shameful revolt it APP
pears against the sacred laws of God"
She rose, after this, and promptly swept
from the room. Maynard could have
cursed himself for telling her. The breach
between them seemed in few short min
utes abysmally to have widened. He
might have known that her mind would
have taken some such view of his grand
project. Thenccforth every yestige of
his Old love .perishes. The last
remnant of tenderness for this
woman had given place to u dread
lest she might seek to thwart and balk his
designs. But soon be had controlled such
dread and even scoffed at it, Still, he felt
Inundated, insulted, slapped on the
cheek. Were il not for the boys, he told
himself, he would never willingly look
again ON the face of his wife.
He went out into the breezy, starlit gar
den, where his sons laughter had lately
rang. They had gone into the house now.
and were perhaps being undressed for bed
by their mother, who had always strictly
enforced upon them early hours. All, such
q mother! Maynard shuddered there in
the chill of the nearing night, and as he
shuddered pain darted through his chest
the handkerchief which he put to his lips
grew stained, and somewhat copiously,
with blood. A pang of fear now thrilled
him. What if he should die before COM
pleting his transcendant work? He had
had that cough for years, and been careless
about 1t. Possibly the very agitation
through which he had just passed had de-
yeloped a furtive lung weakness of whose
real existence he had been but vaguely
aware.
The last step in his great accomplish
ment had yet to be taken. He spent several
hours of feverish work in his laboratory
that night and went to bed feeling
strangely feeble. The next day he visited
certain famous London physician, who
told him things which he no sooner heard
than he began to doubt them, after the
mortal who suffers from any pulmonary
Ill seldom can see his own threatening
doom. Still young man, Maynard had
been attacked with an arterial hemorhage
whose effects absolute rest might have APP
peased though never cured. But rest of
any sort was precisely what he now re-
fused to take. A double incentive here
after swayed him. He desired to perfect
his unparalleled drug, and he desired to use
il upon his own impaired BODY II could
not endow him, he argued, with immunity
from future disease, but it might prolong
his life for many decade by the intense
nutriment IL gave to other organs than
those already harmed.
His wife watched his Iabors with cold
disrelish. She perceived that his health
was failing; he had never borne the look
OF man free from all lurking malady, and
now his CLASSY eyes and sunken cheeks
told a somber tale. Always previously
willing that his boys should 90 and come
as they chose during bis studies and ex-
periments, he got into the habit of exiting
them from his presence while he brooded
and toiled. The two little fellows loved