The Newtown bee., 1892-07-29
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to crowd an hourful of thought into 20 minutes.''
 But the reaction after this steam en- zine sort of labor will be frightful.'
 Ut can't be worse than fatal,' he an- swered, with doleful smile, ''and I've got to die anyhow. Work won't kill as soon as any one of great many other things will.''
 have no doubt that Carson was sus- tained by the conviction that his will power would preserve his faculties until his purpose should be accomplished.
 So his labor continued. It 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 forseen the end. But at first she concealed her apprensions as we'll as she c ould and gently but constantly en- deavored to make him abate his pace. The time arrived, however, when she pleaded with him to take a rest.
 Mot just yet" he said, kissing her on the forehead, that she might not see the look that came suddenly into his face.
 II promise you solemnly that I'll stop exactly three months from to. day. It'll be warm weather then, and we'll go off to the sea somewhere. Look up the Sum- mer resort guide for some quiet place on the New England coast-some 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 de- teriorate in quality. Some of the offer- ings were declined by editors, but the cheeks for articles that had long been submitted were now pouring in. On the loveliest morning of last June, he redeemed his final promissory note. He walked home staggering with ela- ton. ''The home is ours now, every cubic inch of it.'' | They were to start for the Maine coast on that afternoon. When his wife went to finish preparing the children for the departure, he said to me: ~"When the thing happens, you tell her what to do, old man. The two upper floors should bring $40 a week, if all the rooms were taken. She knows how to economize. I've slowed away d super fiuous few hundred for starter. I'm ! so happy
 He sat down on chair and underwent transformation. The race was over, the tension was released. His arms hung limp, his head fell forward, he breathed aloud, the muscles of his face twitched. When his wife came to tell him that the trunks were ready, he was dead. | Harbester said it was first attack of angina pectoris. the result of mental strain. Carson had eluded consumption at least. Death had resorted to another steed.
 A few of the boys at the office and elsewhere found time to go to his funeral and to cover his body with flowers. The Cannikin Club passed resolutions, and some one said over foaming stein at the Rathskeller that night: ssHe was clever enough to have left a name,i if he hadn't always chased the in- mediate dollar. It's bad thing to be too avaricious."
 They knew nothing of that which per ished with him-the idea that was to have made him famous-the work un- wrought-the dream sacrificed to love. He had chronicled no ''brave surren- der;n but to have made one was perhaps the greater work.-[ New York Press.