Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-05-24


Copyright. 1919, by The New York Even
ing Journal Publishing Company
Grief, love, despair and their kindred
emotions stabbed him with poignant force
al times. but the touch was superficial
lie felt as deeply, and the feeling passed
as quickly as with a child
Excepting his friends among his ooun-
trymen no one but Lindener ever ap-
preached him. The artist, who had gone
doWnhill apidly. since the woman's
death, seldom failed to come to the house
at least once day 1t was a sort of
pilgrimage to the shrine of a dead proph-
ct II gave keener edge TO his grief,
Out he preferred that feeling to the dull
misery that he suffered when away
And Tokoramo was the only human
being TO whom he could talk rreeiy 1t
was not that the Japanese sympathized
with him openly, Indeed, he frequently
fambled on his talk for hours while To-
koramo sat al his work scarcely hearing
one word in ten. But IL was relief to
him to talk about it all And through all
OF his talk there was the queruous, in
slstent why of the child that rebels
against the seemingly blind bludgeon
strokes of Fate.
DR.. Omayi was as regular a visitor as
Ilndener He watched the breaking man
as closely and carefully as ne would have
watched a fever patient in the hour of
the crisis He superintendent the meals
and personally administered the stimu-
iants he prescribed, 10 be certain that
Tokoramo took them properly and at the
proper time. But with all this he daily
told Joshakawa that he doubted if Toxic
ramo would hold out to finish his work
Omayi was to return to Japan with To-
koramos manuscript His passage was
booked for the first of the month, and
there was still work to do on the day
before. He and Joshawaka stayed with
Tokoramo all that day and kept him at
his task When his head dropped through
sheer weakness, the physician always
managed to bring il up again with his
hyperdermc needle
Long after midnight the others came in,
watched in silence. ready to help in any
way that help might be needed; and as
the shadows crept into the room Toxic
ramo suddenly sank across the desk with
q low moan
Joshawaka leaned over and shook the
limp shoulder impatiently,
Work. Work, my friend" he ex-
claimed you have still much to do"
Nearing the End
Tokorarno only moaned and made no
effort to sit up Joshakawa turned to. the
doctor with a quick look of appeal. but
Dr. Omayi shook hts head this time
Joshakawa muttered an angry excAma
ftion
But the work must be finished he
protested. with another shake of the
-splneless figure We have been waiting
two months for this Make the entry,
Tokoramo Omayi starts for home in the
morning and he must take the work with
him"
He shook Tokoramo again and spoke
exactly as he would to a stupid boy. DR.
Omayi laid a hand on his arm.
He must rest" he said, gravely. 1.-THE
strain has reached the breaking point"
But he can not" insisted Joshakaws,
feverishlN The doctor shrugged his
shoulders. bent over Tokoramo and felt
his pulse Then ne gently drew him back
and peered into his upturned eyes. He
stepped back raised his eyes TO Jcsha-
kawas anxious ones and shook his head
again
at Is enough" he said, firmly "He
must rest for few hours. It has been
too much for hin!"
Joshakawa started to break out with
protests but the doctor coolly turned his
back and began preparing dose of med
icine Mutering angrily under his breath
Joshakawa accepted the inevitable.
Come! ne SAID TO the OCHeIS' Let Us
20 and leave him for while We will
return later But, remember DOCTOR the
work must be finished tonight. You had
better remain with him.
With q last look at his patient, the
doctor Joined Joshakawa at the door Of
the ante-room.
II can do nothing more for him at
present" he said. quietly. Rest is the
only thing that will help him. 1t would
be better to leave him entirely alone
us there any hope for hin1-after-
wards he asked. DR.. OmaY avoided
his gaze.
His heart Is very bad" he said, eva
slvely. almost a complete collapse Of
heart-and brain. The strain OF these last
two months would have killed bullock"
The whole troop passed out and the
eound Of the closing door seemed to
arouse the half conscious man AT the
desk He sat up slowly and exclaimed in
a barely audible voice DR. Omayt!
Then twice over ''Joshakawa! Josha-
kawa"
His ewes wandered vaguely about the
big room and at last he seemed to real
ise that he was alone With the great
est effort he succeeded in getting to his
feet. and by holding on to the desk and
Chairs. reached the divan There he sank
with a groan among the cushions and i'm
n,ediately lost consciousness
But the nervous tension was too great
-