The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1896-11-21
Child-heart!-miid heart
Ho, my little wild heart!-
Come I'D here to me out O the DARK
Or let me come to you!


So lorn at times the Child-heart needs
With never one maturer heart for friend
And comrade. whose tear-ripened sym
pathy
And love might lend it comfort to the
Whose yearn:ngs. aches and stings,
Over poor little things
Were pitiful as ever any Child-heart.
Times, too, the little child-heart must be
Being so young. nor knowing. as We
The fact from fantasy. the good from bad.
The Joy from woe. the-ah that hurts
What wonder then that thus
1t hides away from us?-
So weak little thing is any Child-heart!
Nay. little Child-heart. you have never
To fear us;-we are weaker far than
'Tis we who should be fearful-we in
shos1d sn hide u.s. too as darkls as you
Safe, as yourself withdrawn,
Hearing the World roar on
Too willful. woful. awful. for the Child
heart.
Child-heart!-mildh heart!-
Ho my little wild heart
Come up her to me out O. the dark,
Or let me come to you!
..
The Child-heart-long and long since lost
A Fair Paradise!-
al fotr 10 Nd frnc nd
How every aflluent hour heaped heart
With treasures Of surprise!
o chIla,world: After this wSrld-just as
/ found you first sufficed
My soulmost need--if found you again,
With all my childish dream SO realized.
should not be surprised
Says the Tatler: "rhere are three
Stephen Cranes-the one who Is advertis-
ed by his loving friends; the one who Is
reviled by his adverse critics: and tho
man he really is. The last We may only
know from the things he really says.
Aside from and beneath his bizarre color
schemes. his profanity and bad English.
and his magnificent collection OF ad1ec-
tives. there is marvellous fount or oriSi-
and power Of forcible, graphic descrip.
tion. Added to these is a decided talent
for exaggeration. which is perhaps the
keynote OF his popularity. But nothing Is
clever at his exaggerations Mr.. Crane
certainly is"
Arthur sherburne Hardy. author Of
THE Wind of Destiny" as well as some
of the best verse Of his time. was beguiled
into the Office Of one of the enterprisins
young publishers of Boston the other
Now. my dear Colonel" said the pub
Usher. dropping into the familiarity that
lavisheS military titles, II want to tell
Ss se TSey
But, Of course, poetry In the magazines
doesn't amount to u damn nowadays. Ev-
cry one knows It's put In just to fill up
good fiction. Now" he concluded. strik..
ing an attitude, II believe you could
write good fiction"
Mr., Hardy shrugged his shoulders de-
publisher went on. Now. why don't you
try it? Write novel for me-"
For moment Mr.. Hardy was absorbed
in picking, phrase. AT last he said
thoughtfully. as If recalling something in
You have? When?"
''oh. began several years ago.
And | suppose you gave 1t to one Of
those little publishing houses that are
simply the graveyards of novels? In this
business you've got to push things. and
push 'em hard: Now, It's all very we'll
'Houghton, Mifflin published them"
Mr.. Hardy interrupted nervously. There
are three altogether"
publisher looked dazed. Then he pulled
himself together; but Mr.. Hardy had al
ready arrived at the door. and moment
later his heavy tread could be heard slow
ly descending the stairs.-The Taller.
The December McClure's Is to be a
bird SO its publishers say-and they
The boom in green has begun. We have
had a surfeit OF "Red Book Titles" "The
Red Badge THE Red Cockade," THE
Red Republic" Red Men and White"
and many others. but their day is past,
and we have begun the new era, says
the Tatler. with Green Gates" Green
Fires" Green Graves of Balgowrie,"
Green Arras," and Green Mountain
Boys
Most of the notes In this column, It will
be observed, are credited to the Taller.
Stone & Kimball's little literary daily.
The reason is that It. Is printing more ,na and
publication which We see. The exchange
shears go to 1t instinctvely and there
Is no better Endorsement possible. Reply
ing In recent number to correspondent
who had complained Of editors who boast
of turning down certain authors the Tat
Ter, for instance presents this sharp shaft
land We cite 1t as fair specimen of its
kenness Of fenclng): I'VE suspect that
the Harpers don't do much Dragging
about the way they turned down Rud-
yard kipling when he tried to sell them
some of the best of his Indian stories a
few years ago. They don't even say
much about their rejection Of Gallagher,
which Richard Harding Davis offered
them in the young enthusiasm of his
early days In New York, and those seven
editors who rejected the story before, Mr..
Burlingame of Scribner's accepted 1t have
kept very quiet. And SO far Mr.. Davis
himself has never been known to tell OF
his persistent reflections Of stories by Mr..
Gilbert Parker during his brief autocracy
at Harper's Weekly. No. beneath much
of the editorial reserve that young writ
ers from the country find SO impressive
during their early months in New York
there lies many pain from wounded van
ity."
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