Evening capital news. (Boise, Idaho) 1901-1927, 1916-11-12

you were pacnelor ana could go TO
Hades or Honolulu-wherever you
choose without care? Ho! no! ho!"
He linked his arm in mine. and said
in what he thought was a whisper:
For Heavens sake let us go in and
try to find a real drink"
OF course, I told Barbara all about
tit is best to establish your wife in
the habit of thinking you tell her
everything-and she was more than
usually gentle to Jaffery. We carried
him down with us to Northlands that
| afternoon, calling at his club for a
suit case. In the car he tucked a
very tired and comfort desiring Susan
| in the shelter Of his great arm There
was something pathetically tender In
| the gathering of the child to him. Bar
bara with her delicate woman's sense
felt the harmonics ofnchords swept
within him. And when we reached
home and were alone together, she
said with tears very near her eyes:
! Poor old Jaff. What a waste of q
life! Why don't you buy a home and
settle down comfortably2"
Because, my dear Barbara" said
Jaffery, I'm starting off for the in
terror Of China the day after tomor-
| row."
"China?" echoed Barbara vaguely.
1.-THE interior of Gilman" re-echoed
with masculine definiteness.
"A year or two" he replied casually.
"It must be a queer thing" said l.
ito be born with no conception Of time
and space"
"A couple of years pass pretty quick"
| said Jaffery.
$50 does a lifetime" said I.
Well, this was just like Jaffery. No
sooner home amid the amenities of CIV
| illzation than the wander fever seiZes
him again. In vain he pleaded his Job,
the valuable copy he would send to his
paper. I proved to him 1t was but the
mere lust of savagery. And he could
not understand why we should be
startled by the announcement that
within forty eight hours he would be
on his way to lose himself for cou-
pie of years in Grim Tartary.
In the course of time Adrian and
love with each other, and dotted on their
spacious flat in st. Johns Wood.
On our first visit they triumphantly
showed us round the establishment.
| We came last to the study.
No really fine imaginative work"
said Adrian. with a. wave of the hand
indicating the ascetic table and chair,
the iron safe, the bookcase and the
bare walls-"no really fine imaginative
work can be done among luxuriant sur
roundings. Pictures district ones at
tention, armchairs and sofas invite to
sloth. This is my ideal of novelists
workshop"
TITS more like a workhouse," said
Barbara, with a SILVER. "Or a con-
demned cell. But even q condemned
cell would have a plank bed in it,"
Easter came. They had been mar
ried six months. THE Diamond Gate"
had been published for nearly year
and was still selling in England and
America. Adrian flourishing his first
half yearly check in January had vowed
he had no idea there was so much
money in the world. He basked in For
tunes sunshine. But for all the basking
and all the syllabus of the perfect
existence, and all his unquestionable
love for Doria and all her worship for
him, together with it's manifestation in
her admirable care for his material
well being, Adrian, just at this Easter
tide began to strike me as q man
lacking some essential of happiness.
They spent a week or so with us at
Northlands. Adrian confessed dog
WEAKNESS. His looks confirmed his
words.
He was suffering, poor fellow. from
a. nervous breakdown. From Doria we
learned the cause. For the last three
months he had been working at insane
pressure. At seven he rose; at quar-
ter to eight he breakfasted; at half
past he took himself to his ascetic
workroom and remained there till half
past one. At four o'clock he began a
three hour spell of work. AT night a
four hour spell-from nine to, one, If
they had no evening engagement, from
midnight to four o'clock in the MORN
ing if they had been out.
talked to him privately about 1t.
"You wrote The Diamond Gate with
out turning a hair. Why should you
worry yourself to death about this new
book?"
When he answered had the SILVER
ing impression of weakened old man
speaking to me. The slight cast had
noticed in his blue eyes became oddly
accentuated.
1.-THE Diamond Gate" he said, peer
ing at me uncannily, was just a pretty
amateur story. The new book is going
to stagger the soul of humanity"
He went from bad to worse. One day,
anxious for my old friend, I tapped on
his study door. had to wait two min
utes. When at length he admitted me
looking pale and Observation-Disclosures
We're no traces of coma visible.
why the deuce" said |, did you keep
me hanging about like that?"
Pm sorry" he replied bat I make
it a fixed rule to put away my work"
he waved hand toward the safe
whenever anybody, even Doria, wants
to come into the ROOM"
l glanced around the cherries place.
There were no traces or work visible.
Save that the quill pens and plotting
pad were inky, his library table seemed
as immaculate, as unstained by toll, as
it did on the occasion of my first visit.
Adrian's friends objected to his kill
ing himself. keeping his contract with
an American publisher. SO he and Do
ria rushed off to Italy. whence we re-
ceived glowing accounts Of Abrams
Improvement In health. When they re-
turned we thought him looking old and
haggard, but DORA seemed happy. She
had her own reason for happiness,
which she confided to Barbara. It
would be early in the new year. Her
eyes. l noticed, were filled with new
and wonderful love for Adrian. On the
Sunday afternoon as we were saunter-
ing about the garden Adrian touched
upon the subject in mans shy way
when speaking to his fellow man.
why" said / with a laugh, that's
just about the time you expect the
hook to be out"