The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1916-01-15

and that seems never to have found !
adequate expression in works. ms
loneliness is bad enough in itself. oul'
TO make it worse, he is oppressed oS
the primal melancholy OF the race
The frivolity OF the laughter-lo'ihs
Latins is no part Of him. Nheh ne
laughs II is from a humor that Is
nothing less than ferocious. but ne
laughs rarely; he is too oiteh sdu.
Were he not so terrible man, couIi
sometimes feel sorry for him. as III
stance three mornings ago, wheh
went into his stateroom TO I'LL his wa
ter bottle and came Unexpectedly upon
him. He did not see me. HIS heau
was buried in his hands, and MS shoui'
ders were heaving convulsively as
with sobs. He seemed torn by some
mighty grief. AS softly withdrew
could hear him grooming, God! Gou
Cod" Not that he was calling upon
God. il was mere explet!Ie. but IL
| came from his soul.
At dinner he asked the hunters TOT
a remedy for headache. and by eve
ming. strong man that he was, he was
half blind and Keeling about the CABIN
I've never been sick in my life
Hump" he said. as | guided MIN 10
his room. Nor did | ever have
headache except the time my head
was healing after having been laid
open for six inches by capstan-bar'
For three days this binding head
ache lasted, and he suffered as WIG
animals suffer. as it seemed the way
on ship TO suffer, without plant win
out sympathy, utterly alone.
This morning. however, on entering
his stateroom to make the bed ant
| nut things in order, | found him wei
and hard at work Table and pun
were Uttered with designs and calct
lations. On a large, transparent sheet
compass and square in hand. ne wa
copying what appeared to be seal
of some sort or other.
Hello, Hump" he greeted me gel
tally. I'm just finishing the tinishin
} touches. Want to see 1t work."
But what is IL! 1 dSheu.
: "A labor-saving device for mariner
i navigation reduced to kindergarte
e simplicity" he answered gayly.
n There was a ring of triumph In n
n voice. and his eyes, clear blue tn
q morning as the sea, were sparklir
E with light.
y You must be we'll up in mathems
It les" | said. Where did you go
, SCHOOL,"
4 Never saw the inside of one, wor
| luck" was the answer. Il had to q
il out for myself"
81 And why do you think have ma
81 this thing?" he demanded abrupt
n Dreaming to leave footprints on
n sands of time?" He laughed one
u his horrible, hooking laughs. Not
n all. To get it patented. to ma
II money from it, to revel in piggishn'
ii with all night in while other men
AL the work. That's my purpose. Al
I'll have enjoyed working it out"
THE creative Joy" | murmured.
81 guess that's what it ought to
called. Which is another way or
messing the Joy of life in that II
alive. the triumph OF movement o
matter. of the quick over the dead.
pride of the yeast because 1t is ye
and crawls."
I threw up my hands with help
al disapproval of his inveterate mat
alism and went about making the
a. He continued copying lines and fig'
aJ upon the transparent scale. 1t Wa
~ task recurring the utmost nicely
nrecision, and ! could not but adj
. the way he tempered his strength
the fineness and delicacy OF the n
When | had finished the be-
caught myself looking at him
the fascinated sort of way. He was
ilor. tainlv a handsome man-beautifu
om. the masculine sense. And again.
hich never-failing wonder. | remarked
nmi. total lack of viciousness or vic
ness or sinfulness in his face.
was he? What was he? How ha
hsppened to be? All powers see
his, all potentialities-why. then.
, in he no more than the obscure mast
de- a seal-hunting schooner with a
be- tation for frightful brutality al
vet. the men who hunted seals?
,tion NV curiosity burst from me
muse flood of speech.
,ome why is it that you have not
Hack great things in this world? Wit
ice [ mower that is yours you might
gal. risen to any height. Unpossess
|, for conscience or moral instinct.
nd a might have mastered the world
ken 1t to your hand. And yet her
owlv are, at the top Of your life. whe
5 not minishing and dying begin. livil
hip., obscure and sordid existence.
8 not ing sea animals for the satisfi
with of womans vanity and love of
him ration, reveling in a piggishne