The age-herald., 1898-07-20
THREE AUTHORS
 WHO DIFFER

Rudyard Kipling. A. Conan Doyle and Richard Harding Davis are three men who differ personally as widely as they differ in
 work and I could not say anything stronger than that, says H. s. canfield in the Times Herald. Beyond the fact that each of them wears trousers they do not resemble at all. They do not talk alike, walk alike or think alike. They are types of widely varying classes of men, Kipllng is a genius and is not free from the oddi-
 ties which seem to be inseparable from genius. He is in the vernacular n good fellow in his way" There are some who hold that he has a mighty poor way. It has been his i'll good fortune to make lew friends and many enemies. Doyle and Davis, men of talent both, are excellent fellows Personally, I prefer Davls
 Every one of MT. Kiplirigs front teeth Is made of gold. That is the first thing about him which strikes. He smiles infre- quently but widely, and the metallic dis- play is liberal Always a short, straight pipe is screwed into one side of his face. l say always" though I have never seen him in sleep. My belief is that the pipe in his slumbers is still there He has A short, rather than heavy. figure, and car ries himself erectly. He is duck-legged- that is, his legs are not so long as they would be if proportloned with his body. He is not muscular and not active His skin has a yellowish, bilious tinge, as is the case with many East Indians. His short, bristly mustache Is practically Jet Lack. His eyes seem grayish when seen through heavy glasses. They are resolute, quiet, capable, inscrutable eyes. His manners are frank, but not genial. He looks straight at you when speaking. He will talk freely and we'll if certain that he is not being interviewed" Otherwise he will shut up like clam. In clothing he in- clines to the loud English checks. His ac- cent is more British than that of a man born in Britain Despite his "Anerican Notes" he has an admiration for this country.
 Conan Doyle looks like a Nrzefi. .shter or a hammer thrower out of training. He has an enormous chest and prop ortionate shoulders, with great bones and laige hands and feet He is heavy and cujnber- some in movement, carrying himself in an awkward burly fashion. His manners are plain and he is companionable. No man ever lived less disposed to put on airs. He talks enough but his delivery is slow and his language commonplace. Conversations ally he is disappointing I sat with him and others for two hours in the Wash ington Press club. He was featuring through the country to small audiences, and lion-chaser captured him and brought him around for inspection. He drank much Scotch whisky and water and was given the pas, but he said little worth remem- bering In gathering of this kind it is impossible to keep the talk away from a mans books, and in a little while we drfted around to "Micah Clarke" and 'The Refugees and "The White Com pany'' and all the rest of it. 'poctor,' said one of the men, merely to satisfy newspaper mans curiosity, would you mind saying how long it takes you to write one of the Sherlock Holmes stories?" "As. for instance," he replied which one?' "Well, The Speckled Band is very popu- lar-very popular I wrote it, should say, in about two hours; maybe two hours and half" "Ah! Thanks!' said the news- paper man.
 Some people-newspaper people-com- plain of Richard Harding Davis. They say that his, head is swelled They could not be more bitter about 1t if they had been kicked. found nothing of the sort in him. To me he appeared to be T frank, intelli- gent, manly, modest sort Of young fellow. with an understanding of his own merits, but no desire to thrust under the noses of his companions. have never heard him mention anything he has written. I have heard him in praise of writers who are his interiors He strtick me as an athletic, healthy, sane, cold-tuobeI clean-minded young gentleman, the product of a we'll bred American father and mother, gently and sensibly reared and certain to do them credit. This was ,n the dawn oe hls liter ary reputation. He had written some short stories, some good and some indifferent, and the Van Bibber papers, which are clever
 He is clear game. Being in San Antonio and wishing to see something of an alleged rcvoiAtior in progress along the border, he hunted Captain Hardec's troop of regd. lar cavalry, which was squatted in the chaparal near the Rio Grande. I don't think that he had ever been on horse. The temperature in the shade was 100 fiat. Hardee broke camp at daylight next morn- ing. put Davis on a 14-hand stiff-legged brute and trotted him sixty miles that day. "Your friend is all right" he said to me afterward. "We lifted him off his horse at dark and carried him into jacal His silk drawers were stuck to his thighs with blood clear down to his knees, but he never whimpered, you bet" If he can dodge the Mausers down in Cuba think that the malgned Richard Harding will amount to a great deal by the time he is 40.
 
 POLITICS BY THE FORELOCK From the Dallas News.