Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1893-08-18

streets of London.
Streeter was a young author who
had published several books. and who
was getting along as well as could be
expected. until suddenly he met a
check. The check was only check as
far as his own self-estcem was con
cerned; for it did not in the least re
tard the sale of his latest book, but
rather appeared to increase it. The
check was unexpected, for where he
had looked for a caress he had received
blow. The blow was 50 well placed
and so vigorous, that at first it stunned
him. Then he became unreasonably
angry. He resolved to strike back.
The review of his book in the Argus
was vigorously severe, and perhaps
what maddened him more than any
thing else was the fact that, IN spite OF
his self-esteem. he realized the truth
of the criticism Ii his books had been
less successful. or if he had been newer
as an author. he might possibly have
set himself ont to profit by the keen
thrusts given him by the Argus. He
might have remembered that although
Tennvson struck back at Christopher
Forth. calling him rusty, crusty and
musty, vet the poet eliminated from
later editions all blemishes which
musty Christopher had pointed out.
Streeter resolved to strike back with
something more tangible than sarcas-
tic verse He quite admitted, even to
himself, that a critic had every right
TO critioist that wes what he was for
but he claimed that man who pre-
tended T. be an authors friend, and
who praised his books to his face. had
no right 10 60 behind his back and pen
a criticism 50 scathing aS that which
appeared III the Argus, for Streeter
knew that Alfred Dawson had written
the criticism in the Argus, and Dayi-
son had pretended to be his friend ;
and had pretended, rs well, that he
had great admiration for Streeter S
books
As Streeter walked down the Boule-
ward des ltaliens, he SAW, seated i'll
front OF a cafe, the man whOm}Ie hoped
10 meet, and, furthermore, he was
pleased to see that the man had friend
with him, The recognition OF author
and critic was mutual.
Halo, Streeter.' cried Dawson
"when did you come oyer?'
II left London Yesterday, answered
Streeter.
Then sit down and have something
with us, said Dawson, cordially.
".5treeter this Is my friend Harmon.
He is al exile and a resident in Paris,
and. consequently, likes to meet his
countrymen. What will you have tc
drink, Streeter?"
Bring me a glass Of seltzer,' said
Nreeter to the garcon who stood ready
TO take the order.
When the waiter returned with a
glass of seltzer Streeter pulled out hi:
purse.
"No, no cried Dawson you are
not going to pay for this-you are
drinking with me. -
'T pay for my own drinks, said
Streeter, surily.
"Not while invite you to drink
with me :" protested the critic. pay
for this seltzer.
"very well; take it, then - said
Streeter, picking up the glass and dash
ing the contents in the face of Dawson.
Dawson took out his handkerchief.
"What do you mean by that, Street
er?' he asked, as the color mounted to
his brow.
Streeter took out his card and pen
ciled word or two on the pasteboard.
''There," he said, sis my Paris ad-
dress. If you do not know what /
mean by that, ask your friend here; he
will inform you.
And with that the novelist arose,
bowed to the two, and departed.
When he returned to his hotel, after
a Stroll along the brilliantly lighted