Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1892-04-22

asked him if Corson's case was as
grave as Corson thought ii.
Consumption will probably have
| claimed him long before heart disease
would have time TO announce itself. -"
Wont he shorten his life still
more by keeping that manuscript fac
tory going in his brainP"
'Yes-but perhaps no. You see he
| knows he's doomed and q reasonable
amount of work won't hurt him as
much as anxiety would. If he gave
up work he d fret about the payment
OF his debts. That would bring in
somnia. while toll begets fatigue
which produces sleep"
Hes paid good sum on his house
already. The man who hold, the
notes might let 1t go at that"
.Do you know what some people
who sell real estate are made OPP
Yes; like the houses they deal in
of stone. Perhaps Corson's friend S
would raise tho amount required to
square his accounts"
How much could you givep"
ZIP Why, l can hardly keep my
own head above water"
Il thought so. And those who can
help him don't have the inclination.
That's the sort of a world it is. Be-
sides no human power could add
more than few months to the tim G
that tho disease still leaves him.
Hard work will hasten the end, but
worry would hasten it more. Let the
boy die content at least.
Corson's face grew slightly cadaver-
Gus and assumed hectic hue as time
went on. Sometimes his eye lids were
red edged; and the lines beneath his
eyes sank deeper Perpendicular
hollows assembled the middle Of his
forehead. The smile that had once
been SO radiant and so quickly sum-
moned was now slow to come. and
when it appeared it was melancholy.
Formerly so observant of all external
trifleS worth notice, and so prompt to
find amusement in casual remarks and
incidents, he now hurried through his
luncheon abst actedly sometimes say
ing nothing.
AS to what pains he endured at
homo alone he told no one The
quality of Corson's productions for
magazines and newspaper syndicates
had advanced with their quantity.
How do you keep up the standard
so beautifully. old fellow?" | asked
him one day. in u short chat on a
street corner.
by concentration and intensity of
effort he replied. You see | cam:
afford to grind out unavailable mat
ter. | simply have TO make every
| thing so striking that it catches an
EDITORS attention ut the start and so
fairly good that he feels bound not to
send it back | can't waste time
writing matter to be re ected. If
do good thing quickly it's because
I've learned how by sheer wiil-power
to crowd an hourful of thought into
twenty minutes.
But the reaction after this steam
engine sort of labor will be frightful -
1T can't be worse than fatal" he
answered. with "a doeful smile and
I've got to die anyhow. Work won t
kill as soon as any one of "a great many
other things will"
| have no doubt that Corson was
sustained by the conviction that his
will-power would preserve his facul-
ties until his purpose should be ac-
complished. SO his labor continued.
1t was the sublimation of hack work.
His wife had become alarmed for
him in the early stages OF his race
With her woman's power OF divination
she may have foreseen the. end. But
at first she concealed her apprehen
sions rs well us she could. and gently
but constantly endeavored to make
him abate his pace. The time az
rived. however when she plead with
him to take rest
Not just yet" he said. kissing her
on the forehead that she might not
see the look that came suddenly into
his face But l promise you
solemnly that I'll stop exactly three
months from today. It'll be warm
weather then and we'll go o + to the
sea somewhere. Look up the Summer
Resort Guide for some quiet place on
the New England coast-somc place
where there are cliffs you know"
And so he passed the last quarter
pole and rushed down the home
/ stretch. Toward the end his work
began to detcriorate in quality. Some
OF his offerings were declined by
editors. but the checks for articles
that had long been submitted were
now pouring in.
On the lovelest morning Of last
/ June he redeemed his final prOmissory
note. He walked home staggering
with citation.
The race is wonp' he gasped to me
at ms door, and he caught his wife in
his arms almost shouting: The
home is ours now, every cubic inch Of
! it,
They were to start for the Maine
coast on that afternoon. When hi.
wife went to finish preparing the
children for the departure he said tc
me-
when the thing happens you tel
her what to do old man. The two
upper floors should bring $40 u week
If all the rooms were taken. She
knows how to economic. I've
! slowed away u SuDerfluOus few