The Newtown bee., 1892-07-29
And his heart trouble ?'


 "Oh there's really little to fear from that. Unless some violent emotion or exertion produces asystole"-
 "Shop lingo again!''
 Pardon me! Consumption will proba bly, have claimed him long before heart disease would have time to annouce it. self.''
 "Won't he shorten his life still more by keeping that manuscript factory going in his brain?"
 SYes-but perhaps no. You see, he knows he's doomed, and a 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 debt. That would bring insomnia. while toll begets fatigue, which produces sleep"
 ''He's paid good sum on his house al- ready. The man who holds his notes might let it go at that.''
 'EDo you know what some men who sell real estate are made of?''
 ''Yes, like the houses they deal in-of stone. Perhaps Corson's friends would raise the amount required to square his accounts"
 "How much could you give?'
 II? Why, I can hardly keep my own head above water"
 1T thought so. And those who can help him don't have the inclination. ] That's the sort of world it is. Besides, no human power could add more than few months to the time that the disease 1 still leaves him. Hard work will hasten the end, but worry would hasten it more Let the boy die content at least" f saw Carson almost daily, usually at luncheon hour. No longer now did he appear at the cafe for bite and sup at midnight. He could gain few min utes by going directly home and eating cold supper there. His duties for the morning paper kept him in the office un- til after 12 o'clock at night. Most of his ssoutside'' work was done at home. There he was not liable to interruption from Jack Elsinor and the many others on the paper who had formerly been wont to look in upon him, attracted by his cheerful, virile, kindly personality.
 His face grew slightly cadaverous and assumed hectic view as time went on. Sometimes his eye-lids were red edged and the lines beneath his eyes sank deep CT. Perpendicular hollows ascended his forehead. The smile that had once been so radiant and so quickly summon ed was now slow to come and, when it |appeared, it was melancholy. Formerly so obseryant of all external trifles worth notice and so prompt to find amusement in casual remarks and incidents, he now hurried through his luncheon abstract edly sometimes saying nothing.
 As to what pains he endured at home alone, he told no one. Some of the reporters and other pen laborers who ate at Moloni's cafe or drank at the Cannikin Club chaffed Car son about his self absorbed manner. ssThe dejection that besets all married men, Ted Clark once observed, when Carson's newly acquired manner was be- ing discussed.
 SCbtiuS lCaOy Co oSbohiSh " AoAA HS magnum opus that he has on the stocks, ," opined McDuff one night, when Carson declined to pass an hour in the Rath- skeller, on the ground that he was in haste to get home.
 ssPerhaps you haven't observed that he's turning out lot of good stuff these days," said.
 ssI have. He is doing more and better work than ever, isn't he?' That is what.surprised me. The quail ity ofCarson's productions for magazines and newspaper syndicates had advanced with their quantity.
 ssHow do you keep up the standard so beautifully, old fellow?" I asked him one day, in little chat on street cor ner.
 By concentration and intensity of eff fort to grind out available matter. I simply have to make everything so strik- ing that it catches an editors attention at the start, and so fairly good that he feels bound not to send it back. l can't waste time writing matter to be rejected. If I do a good thing quickly, it's because I've learned how by sheer will power