The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1900-09-26
HIS LIES WORK.

Before study table, laden with books
OF reference, sat man busily engaged
in writing Between 80 and 40,
he locked even more, for his hair was
already we'll tinged with gray, and his
forehead heavily lined. 1t was u power
ful face the features large the jaw prom
inent and the eyes somewhat sunk-the
face Of a thinker. The room. too, was
in keeping with the appearance of the
man. Lined with shelves on which mass
overlooking books were tightly packed,
even the chairs and part of the floor
space covered with portfolios of manu-
script, it was the abode Of man OF
learning-the den Of a brain worker.
a shaft of light from the window fell
on the man bent over his task. He wrote
quickly, now and again pausing to con-
suit notebook, then Fastening on again.
There was no cessation, no wandering
for single instant of his thoughts.
Presently there was tap at the door,
and a man servant entered.
Sir Roland HUH, sir" he announced.
The man at the desk gave a start as
the servants words fell on his ears. The
current OF his thoughts was broken. Be
fore he had time to lay down his pen a
smart-looking, well-dressed little man of
about 40 hustled into the room.
Il know I'm interrupting dreadful
nuisance. and all that kind of thing, Goef-
frey he said, briSkly, but frankly
don't care if | am
4 slight smile crossed Godfrey Muir
rays face, as he took his friends hand.
You certainly have the knack of dis
turbing. me i'll my most precious mo-
ments," he replied What is it now?''
he asked as Sir Roland settled himself
i'll chair.
L want to know what the devil you
mean by sending Il refusal to my invita-
ton for tomorrow said the little man
carefully polishing his eyeglass.
Godfrey Murray made little impa-
tlent gesture
My dear HUH. you know l never go
anywhere now" He glanced at the pa
per-littered desk. Il can't spare the
time. But Nora is going-at least [ I'M
derstood that she was" he added vague
~. He turned and fingered his papers,
as if impatient to get on with the work
again.
But Sir Roland had no intention of
going. He fixed his eyeglass and stared
at Murray thoughtfully.
I've known you for a good many
years, Geoffrey:", he began; twenty five,
is it, or thirty?'
Murray swung around.
You're my oldest friend-of course
you are. But-?'' he paused inquiring-
well, merely want to say you're Il
foCI'' replied Sir Roland calmly. land
rather bad fool, too" he added, rising
from his feet.
You marry girl some fifteen years
your junior She was your ward, and
it saved trouble to become her husband
rather than look after her. Now. what
do YOU suppose is her feeling toward
you?"
My dear Huth she loves me-" began
Murray
Did love you"' corrected Sir Roland.
Murray gave a start.
What Oh earth are you talking
about?'
Simply that you are doing your best
to stamp out every bit of affection Nora
ever had for you. Remember she is a
girl-a bright. pretty girl, and that she
wants love. and what do you give her?
You shut yourself up here, spend every
moment grinding away at your monu-
mental book, do and think of nothing
else"
A flash Of enthusiasm lighted up Muir
rays face
ITS my life work. he cried.
Your life's work. replied Sir Roland
contemptuously. What is it? A book
read by a few with minds similar to
your own! You should never have mar