Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-10-05


forehead to crown.
| believed with unshakable conviction
that work-unrelaxing work-and will power
would keep me alive. | knew likewise that
| could and would die within the day at any
time | permitted myself to give up the
fight. One day my aching and badly over
worked heart went wrong. The pain be-
came so exquisite that | could neither
stand, sit, nor lie down without fainting. A
device with padded straps passing under my
armpits and thighs was hastily rugged up by
Dr. Cottle, and for three days and nights |
hung suspended from the wall of my room,
debating my correspondence to Miss Moore,
who blotted many of her notes with tears.
MORRIS did not return, nor did we ever
IL hear from him. Although his long abb
sence worried Carroll, was rather pleased
than otherwise, until one memorable day in
August.
When | was carried to my desk that
morning Miss Moore took her place beside
me, glass of water in her hand.
II do not want drink just now, | said,
thanking her.
mo, Sir, but you will
There was something in her voice that
irritated me, and looked up quickly for an
explanation. Her expression was unwont-
edly serious, and she pointed to letter
topping the pile on my desk; then, hand
ing the glass to Langstak, she left the room.
| picked up the letter indicated, glanced
over the contents and the notice Of the
thirty-day note clipped to it. 1t was
formal notification that a note drawn by
Norris for seventy-five thousand dollars,
was due and payable in five days. TWAS
signed by the head of private banking
firm in Memphis.
| drank the water!
Somehow, after the first shock was over,
it scarcely bothered me. My first thought
was the frightful mental torture ahead for
Carroll, who should have guarded our bank
roll more carefully Then | realized that
now l simply couldn't die
l sent for Carroll at once, to have it over
and buried. We were financially wiped off the
slate, with only the chance of the Acme to
pull us through, and Our personal assets to
draw on meanwhile.
To sell the stock we held III our group of
lead mines would be a dangerous confession
of weakness, aside from the fact that their
control was an absolute necessity to the
successful operation of the Acme smelter.
Otherwise we should be actually at the
mercy of the lead trust, whose lack of that
virtue was proverbial.
My decision, to which Carroll silently
and sadly agreed, was to let the securities
GO, keep absolutely mum about Our loss,
meet the running expenses to the extent
of our personal resources, and trust to fate.
Langstak, of course, was always with me,
and took silent but intense interest In my
work. The night after Carroll and | had
scheduled Our joint resources, and arranged
for their use by the firm, my man handed
me an envelop containing five hundred
dollars.
a get heem from Sweden, he explained.
II lax to hat you take heem. Maybe he
help little
This evidence of devotion touched me
pretty deeply. l finally persuaded Langstak
that it was not necessary.
l do not think DR.. Cottle considered me
as human being. Rather, was an inter
esting, perhaps remarkable, specimen upon
which to experiment. Morning and night
came the injections of his solution. The
tiny wounds often took a week to heal, put
ting him at loss for new places to puncture
me- Still on diet of milk and olive oil, at
intervals took some other type of liquid
food. My weight remained stationary at one
hundred and eight pounds, which Cottle as
serted, probably with truth, was the first
triumph of his treatment. He made many
X-ray photographs of my heart, declaring
hot he II