Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1895-12-20
HARTLEY BISHOPS STORY.

"a lie is never justifable, and a man
who can deliberately plan and carry out
scheme of deceit deserves to be cast
out of respectable society. 1 can find
no excuse for him. Truth, the whole
truth, and nothing but the TRUTH is
my motto"
Mr.. Henry Travers brought his fist
down on the dinner table to emphasize
his words. He looked across at his one
guest and old friend, Hartley Bishop, as
though to meet his appreciation of the
statement.
"You agree with me, Hartley?" he re-
sumed, in a more subdued tone. ''You.
too, are convinced that man should
stick to the truth at whatever cost to
himself?"
Hartley Bishop raised his eyes from
the silver dishes laden with costly fruit,
and his fingers pushed away the wine
glass in front of him. He was man in
the prime of life, with clean-cut, in
tellectual. face, but at that moment
there was deep sadness in his eyes
that told of some sorrowful reminis-
cence.
'My answer shall be story" he said,
leaning back in his chair, after one swift
glance at the rubicund face that shone
at the end of the table. ''Not story OF
thrilling melodrama, but page torn
from the book of life. You, Travers,
have known nothing but prosperity and
success. Listen, then, to the tale of two
people, whose early days were spent to-
gether in poverty and adversely.
''Theirs had been boy and girl mar
rage. When they first met he was a
struggling clerk OF 81, living on an in.
come of 30shiilings aweel1, and she was
a governess, without friends or rela-
lions in the world. ...&
''They married, on something rather
less than so year, and for time they
were blissfully happy. The young
husband had a gift-or a curse-fo1
scribbling, and in his wife's fond eyes
he ranked as hidden genius whom
time would bring to light and reward
with deathless fame.
Occasionally his tales and sketches
were accepted and paid for. These
were written after office work was done
in the one poor room he and his wife
I rented in a cheap London suburb, and
the stray guineas served to keep home
warm in their hearts, and helped them
to fight the hard battle of life.
'Of course, like the rest Of all writer's,
the young husband had before him the
idea of a masterpiece. This was to be a
three-act comedy, which would take
london by storm, and put the author at
one bound into the front rank of the
dramatic roll
Gradually this comedy took shape in
the brain of the writer. TO him his
wife was not merely his helpmate, but
his companion, and in her ear he con-
fded all his aspirations and hopes.
''Her blue eyes glistened at the
thought of her husbands success.
Nothing could make her prouder of him
than she was already, but to see him
belauded in the worlds eyes and to
hear his dear name on every tongue was
worth living for and strain
ing every nerve to win.
''She was no genius, and had no idea
# woman's rights. But no sacrifice
vas too great for her to make for her
husband, and, unknown to him, she de-
lied himself all the harmless little van
ties of womaD's dress in order that
he money might go to swell the small
UNI in the post Office savings bank, put
v for rainy day.
with hopeful heart she mapped
1T the future wien the comedy was
nished. First of all, her husband was
, haze Il new slit Of clothes, in order