Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1902-11-06

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q see it when I work there.
Brady had the large room. It Is
/. empty now save when some strand
4 ed newspaper man seeks tempo.
rary home. The room is full of
books, mostly verse, left by the de-
parted poet. The bed is huge and
filed with many pillows, for Brady
read and smoked pipe in bed.
The other sleeping room was oc-
cupied by Harris. It's walls still
glare with posters, great daubs of pure
color, uncomprehendible, sketches
and some line drawings. The room
has not now the artistic atmosphere
it had when it was the lair of Har-
ris, for it is comparatively clean, the
palettes are gone, and rugs cover the
All the pipes and tobacco jars now
litter the big room we used in COM
monte council chamber of the
communicate smoke there and
read as lounge in the deep chairs.
1t is all mine, for Brady and Har-
. ris deserted and left me in loneli-
ness and undisputed possession.
| At first we were hilariously happy.
We had long arguments, we dis
cussed the sinful ignorance of pub.
fishers who refused to buy our
wares, we worked and showed each
other our work, which is strange.
for, as a rule, writer's are woefully
bashful about showing their work
before it is printed. Afterward it is
different. We opened many bottles
at strange hours, and the popping
of corlls punctuated many discus.
sions.
Brady and Harris went to work
in, the early morning, leaving me to
sleep until noon, and many times
coming home at midnight I found
them deep in argument over books
or pictures or telling each other
their hopes and aspirations.
The coming of Jones, copy .reader,
marked an epoch. Jones furnished still
life. He would fall asleep under the
most distressing circumstances, and
in any position. lie invariably over
slept, and blamed others for his weak.
ness. Finally heissued sweeping re-
quest for us to call him when we
thought he was oversleeping. For two
months our chiefest joy consisted in
calling Jones. We called him when we
arose, and we called him when we went
to bed. Often we hurried home espe-
cially to call him. Jones stood it two
months. Then he slipped out between
calls and came no more.
For almost two years we were happy,
except when the rent came due. Then
| the first shadow fell Brady com.
menced to have social aspirations. lie
was seen at Bohemian gatherings.
which advertised themselves as such.
He commenced to get into debt to his
tailor, and his verse changed in tone.
Presently he deserted us when we
had night free from work. Then he
began complaining of the havoc moths
had wrought in his dress suit, and he
feared the worst. Within two months
the attack reached it's eliminating
point. One night he came back To us
radiant; he wanted us TO c congratulate
him, and said he was the happicst man
on earth. Then he locked himself in
his room and wrote a poam.
Dutifully we garbe;; ourselves, at.
tended the wedding. and robbed the
tobacco jar to adorn Brady's fiat. Then
we disowned him. We lighted candles
at the head and at the foot of Brady's
deserted bed, and mourned him as one
lost. Brady came to see US at rare
intervals, but refused the preferred
stein on the grounds his wife objected
to drinking.
Two mon tbs later Harris went away
on his vacation. He returned changed
man. He called on Brady and his wife
and when he returned he had an in.
sane, idiotic look on his face. He
went into raptures over the happiness
which, he said flooded Brady's life.
listened to his heresy and watched
him sorrow fully. After awhile when
I would search through Harris clothes.
1 would find heavy letters sealed and
scented. Those letters were perfumed
with violet. hoped that would suf-
flee to :dispel Harris illusion, but it
did not.
MdIlcES SIOOu lila L way lOT l"O
months more. One night in the middle
of June Harris came home early in the
evening. I was enjoying night free
from work, and was propped up in
chair full of pillows, and my pipe or
stool, gloating deep with Murger and
his students. saw at once Harris had
something to tell. He assumed care.
less air and finally, after many feints
and twists, fatty asked me to be best
man.
I said never a word. I rose up,
dragged myself into street clothes, and
went away. / came back at four O'clock
in the morning. Harris says l was
bowling drunk. That is not true. ]
was merely bowling over Harris
| weakness.
Feeling hypocritical, I went down
country, and attended Harris wed.
ding He married doll-faced country
girl who was proud Of him. He made
fool of himself when he carried his
personal property from suite %. He
almost cried and said: sect some
| good fellow and keep the old place az