El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1912-06-13
(By H. De vere.)

GLE AN going out at TO-" said For
shaw. finishing his cup Of COT
- fee and laying aside the paper
Il may be back to luncheon, and ]
may not 1t is quite possible that
may not"
Amen" said little Mrs. Forshaw to
] herself; then, aloud, What would you
like for luncheon. dear2"
Chops, replied her lord and mas
ter after moment of profound
thought Then he rose and left the
room A second later the door opened.
The hashed mutton VIII do"
HIS wife took up the Times with a
sigh Of content She knew now for
certain that he was not coming home
to luncheon
Forshaw was a man with a liver
de mad a thousand a year, a house
in Chester square, and a pretty little
Wife--earthy goods which. if in pos
session OF you or me, would perhaps
seem desirable enough.
But FOrshaW had other possessions
he had his liver and his art.
His art, be it known, was Realizing"
by which 1 mean that he spent his
life writing fictional romances of a
realistic type, and finding his own ma
teriaL
often and often he would spend his
day within the pUrlieus of Westmin-
ster 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 notebook
and his purse.
He was a conscientious reaIist, in
fact, and had he been watching his
own grandmother burning at the stake,
he would doubtless 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
10 say, he was always poking about
the house observing things and max
ing himself a nuisance to every one
Still, he was a conscientious man.
as am about TO prove. and if he ex-
acted from others he also exacted from
himself
The novel he was writing REQUIRED
a scene Of a doctors interior-nOt his
anatomical interior. but Just his con-
sulting room. Instead of sitting in an
arm chair and smoking a pipe and im-
agining it,. like a comfortable ordi-
nary mortal he determined 10 fetch
one
As you cannot, however. walk into
medical man consulting room, pho
tOgraph it with your mental camera,
and walk out again without ceremony,
tOrShaW decided to pay his two gum
cas- and go as a patient. In this way
he would also bag" the doctor, his
personality, his dress, and his belong
lngs-all sure 10 turn up useful as
copy some day or another.
-
to. He dOctored himself, just as a
man doctors his dog
Gou see, I know all about it." said
he, when people suggested medical ad-
vice. And he fancied he did, but as a
matter OF fact he didn't
1t was a bright morning. and as he
walked down Harley street he exam
ined the dOorplates little and big. He
was choosing a doctor just as a wom-
an chooses silk or a child a sugar
stick.
''Dr. Thomson" read For
shaw, "Thurteu- Palmer, +. r. c. s"
So many double barreled names he
had never seen before Also he noticed
that in Harley street you find a mixed
collection physician, a surgeon, and
a dentist often inhabiting the same
mansion.
Ogden Blower, N. D. n. r C. P, he
read and paused, attracted and re-
PEELED by the name.
Now, this man." thought Forshaw.
ought to have a personality. The
Ogden he has taken from anywhere, the
Blower is, of course, his own. 1t is