Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1912-06-15
THE LIONS DEN.

D. - may hOi. II
qui'e possible that ! may not"
Amen said little Mrs. Forshaw
10 herself; then, aloud, What would
you like for luncheon. dearq,
Ohops," replied her lord and mas
TER after a. momen of profuond
thought. Then he rose and lef the
room. A second later the door OPEN
ed.
The hashed mutton will do"
his wife took up the Times with
a sigh of content. She knew now for
certain that he was not coming
home for luncheon.
Forshaw was a man with a liver.
lie had a thousand a year. a house
IN Chester square, and a pretty lit
Tie wife-earthly goods which. il
IN the possession Of you or me,
would perhaps seem desirable
enough.
But Forshaw had other posses
sions-he had his liver and his art.
His art, be it known, was real
lzing"-by which | mean that he
spent his life writing fictional ro-
mances of a realistic type, and find
ing his own material.
Often and often he would spend
his day within the purlius of West
minister or the bystreets Of Canning
Town. He had slept in a ward, and
he had been brought home from an
opium den by the police-minus his
note book and purse.
He was a Conscientious realist, in
fact, and had he been watching his
W grandmother burning at the
stake, he would doub less have made
notes, presently to be Incorporated
in his ledger under the letter &c
Forshaw even carried his realism
into the little affairs of life-that is
to say, he was always poking about
the house, observing things and
making himself a Nuisance 0 every
one.
Still, he was a Conscientious man,
as am about to prove, and if he ey-
acted from others he also exacted
from himself.
The novel he was writing required
a scene of q Doctors interior, not his
anatomical interior, but just his
consulting room Instead of sitting
in an arm chair and smoking a pipe
and imagining 1t, like a comfortable
ordinary mortal, he determined to
fetch" one.
AS you can not, however, walk in
to a medical mans consulting room.
photograph ii with your mental cam
era, and walk out again without
ceremony. Forshaw decided TO pay
his two guineas and go as a patient.
In this way he would also bag" the
doctor, his personality, his dress and
his belongs, all sure to turn up use
full as copy some DAY or another.
He knew no particular doctor to
go to. lie doctored himself, just as
a man doctors his dog.
'You see, | know all about it,"
said he, when people suggested med
ical advice. And he fancied he did,
but as a matter of fact he din't.
1t was a bright morning, and as
he walked down Hraley street he ex-
amined the doorplates. little and big.
He was choosing a doctor just as a
woman chooses a silk or a child a
sugarstick.
CDR. ACKNOWLEDGMENT read
Forshaw, "Thurtell-Palmer, F. r. G.
c."
SO many double-barre1led names
he had never seen before. Also he
noticed that in Harley street you
find a mixed collection--a physician,
n geo and a dentist often inhab-
iting the same mansion.
Ogden-Blower, NJ. d., NJ. r. G. p,
he read and paused. attracted n
repelled by the name.
Now, this man, thought For
shaw, ought to have a personal y.
The ogden he has taken from any
where: Blower is. Of course. his
own. 1t is in the choice and combi-
nation that we find the personal
touch. We may say at once that he
ia not a self-effacing man..
Yet he paused for a moment in
hesitation. There was a Or. Freeke-
Freeman that rather tickled him,
and a DR.. Boerhave-Barton across
the road was simply shouting to him
IN come in and be killed. Like
Snsannah amongst the elders. he re-
NAMED for a moment. pulled this
way and that.
Then he made up his mind.
us DR.. Blower at home?"
"Dr. Ogden-Bower IS in. sir