The times., 1899-12-03
ROSWELL M. FIELD.
A sketch of the Brother OF the Late
Chicago Poet.


(From the New Orleans Times -Democrat.}
There could not be more delightful
host than Roswell Field. Tall. thin. look
ing much like Eugene with keenly in
tellectual face. be is the sort OF man one
would notice and want to talk 10 in
roomful. The mood of his humOr is al
most unchanging. and exquisite humOr Il
is, too, and terribly truthful.
good story is told OF him when once
at reception in New York he was called
upon to be introduced TO Josephine jenkins.
of the Boston Herald whose snappy
column, The Chatterer" she whips up
like stiff cream every day.
For heavens sake, who is she?" asked
| Field. vaguely. Il never heard Of her be-
fore"
"oh! why she's that delightful editorial
writer, you know"
Well take me up, but I'm none the
wiser now said Field. as they pushed
through the room toward a clever-iooking
woman
An introduction followed Mr. Field say
| ing gracefully: Miss Jenkins I am de-
lighted to meet the woman to whom 1 am
indebted for so many pleasant hours /
have always hoped that / should know you
some day, and have an opportunity Of per
sonally expressing my appreciation Of your
work"
"Yes?" answered the lady. pleasantly
and did I understand your name to be
Field?"
Yes; I am from Chicago"
1T is strange" continued she. but I
don't believe have ever heard Of you. Mr..
Field"
''Humph!" said he, whimsically Well,
you might have lied about it, as I did.
Rose Field has no children. but with
his pretty wife and John and Sue books.
nd pbnfpa cOufg bfGh na he 4h
him. his home life is an ideal one. and
not an hour slips by that is Intellectually
lost. What grace of heart and gentleness
of nature is his, one can trace in the
curve of mouth and chin; what keenness
and satire and airy hUmOr. one can read in
those clear New England eyes that are
sharper than were Genes. His is a sort
Of corkscrew satire that slivers the grave
T on of everything and suips at the core OF
/ fun. Recently, when the great Chicago
! Fall Festival was held, and State Street
/ turned into a Court of Homer by which
1 the State Street shops prOfited accordingly.
/ r.. NJ. +. got off a column on the subject
/ which tickled the public TO roaring. Ia
/ true Mort dArthUr style, he kuighted the
| great merchants and told Of the joust and
] feast which was held in this same Court
I of Honor, Of how the knights fought and
/ Wed together. and how the Court of Honor
/ churls did make, as each warrior essayed
! TO outdo the other in his particular lines
/ Hear him prick away the sentimental
and delicately present on the point OF his
/ pen the advertising objeeJ-eore which lay
/ beneath:
Then encountered Sir LamOrsk Roths-
child with Sir Tor Siegel. And Sir Lam
/ brak smoth down Sir Tor with ladies' fan
nelette gowns, marked down TO % cents.
/ inf lC7c eli of "a s1r7r-
But Sir Tor horsed him again and brast
/ Sir LamoTak with short-hip corsets, lace
/ trimmed, 49 cents. and black silk tubular
I braid, cents. Then came into the field
/ Sir Ector de Young and yode against Sir
! Kay Stevens with stock jabOts. ranging
from S. to 9S cents and fancy linens at half
the importers prices. And Sir Kay. hear
1 ing the damosels to make great dole. rove
| Sir EctOr with women's Oneita style union
suits quarters wool. 81. and autumn
colOrings in high grade, plain Jaffeta silks
/ 5S cents. And Sir Galahad Sol Wolfe en-
| countered with Sir Bors Lytton and gaJ q
great blow with hand tailored, perfect
fitting, through and through worated trous-
ers, S3.75, and Sir BOrs reeled here and
there and put himself in great pain until
he smOte Sir Galahad with pure all-woo
trousers, neat. stylish. guaranteed nOs tC
rip. 81. And Sir Ulfus Hillman overthrow
many knights with wOmens finest hsaEy
weight ribbed vests and pants, 10 cents
and Sir Palamdes Cooper went TO battle
marvelously with children's canton flannel
night drawers, % cents. and ribs of the
questing beast at two-thrds of the market
| price. And the damosels looked on with
| much pleasaunce and the false damose
and Elaine and the damOseI of the Door
Gus Countenance praised the knights il
their gentIeness for their true service"
Could anything be more deliciOus2