The Topeka state journal., 1897-12-06
STOLE A POEM.
One in the December esMunsey"
Causes Trouble All Around.

New York, Dec. 6.-The similarity
almost identity-Of a poem published
in the December number of Munsey's
Magazine, and of one published years
ago credited to another person is ex-
citing comment among readers and
critics.
On page 3S4 of the December Nun
sey's, with a full page illustration, is
a poem entitled 'FaithIess,' and sign
ed Harry Janvier Smalley." A poem
by Walter Herries Pollock, entitled "A
Conquest" was published as far back
as 1882, and reprinted in Mr.. Stedman's
victorian Anthology on page SIT.
For the purpose of comparison the
two are printed below:
FAITHLESS.
| found him openly wearing her token;
1 knew that her troth could never be
I laid my hand on the hilt of my sword;
He did the same and spoke not a word
bade him confess his villainy;
He smiled as he said: She gave it to
We searched for seconds-they soon were
They, measured our swords and measured
To save US they would not have uttered
They were ready enough to help US to
We fought in the midst of a wintry wood
Till the fair white snow was red with his
But his was the victory, for. as he died,
He swore by the rood that he had not
HARRY JANvIER SMALLEY.
A CONQUEST
| found him openly wearing her token;
1 knew that her troth could never be
I laid my hand on the hiIt of my sword
He did the same, and he spoke no
I faced him with his villainy;
He laughed and said; She gave 1t to
We searched for seconds; they soon were
They measured our swords. they meas
They held to the deadly work too fast;
TThex Thought 10 Gain our place at last.
We fought in the sheen of a wintry wood;
The fair white snow was red with MS
But his was the victory. for. as he died,
He swore by the rood that he had not
WALTER HERRIEs POLLOCK.
Chicago. Dec. 6.-Harry Janiver
Smal1ey is a resident of Chicago. Mr.
Smalley was not at his home, 357 Jack
son boulevard last evening. Inquiry
developed that he had gone to see his
girl to read to her from the December
Munsey. He was found at his dear
est's'' house. He came out on the high
stoOp to talk the situation over. lie
was smoking a cigar and took his time
commenting upon his predicament.
well. that's the devil isn't it?' said
the author, when he finally broke 81
lence. He f1ickered the ash off his
cigar in the abstracted way that lit
erary man affects while framing his
next sentence.
How did it happen, Mr.. Smalley?"
That's what I was trying to reme1n-
Der. You see, I didn't send it in my
self-that is, another fellow was con-
cerned in it. and if it's a steal he did it.
Why. didn't the blamed fool know bet
ter?''
How do you come to share respon-
sibility with another?"
''WeH, it's this way: I thought I had
struck a good thing. He gave it to me
to send in for him under my name, as
I had broken into the eastern maga-
zines and he could not. He's just
hack, and really wanted the money
more than the name, anyway, and as
the effort seemed quite clever. and as
I did not mind lending him my name.
it went. That was a year ago. and /
had forgotten about it until its appear
ance this month"
who is hep"
Il viii not give out his name unless
it gets too warm for me. Oh. the dew
II, it provokes me, for the fool ought to
have known better than to fiimfam me
that way"
s.Did yo uever read PoIock's poem,
a Conquest2 -
who was Pollock? I doin't know of
him. Well. if 1 had, I wouldn't have