The age-herald., 1900-10-08

Adown the wide way she came
 Her sweet heart and face ahame:
 Her dear name you could not guess,
 But 1t gently rhymes as -
 Fairest flower of them all i.N1
 sweet rose abloom in fall; @ff
 A fair angel, and no less,
 And her name gently rhymes as -
 Two men standing by the gate
 Forgot the hour was quite late,
 A-longing for her to bless,
 Whose sweet name gently rhymes as - pretty maid of sweet fifteen,
 Sweetest girl they e'er had seen! And they swore to die unless She smiled whose dear name was -
 But few happy words she said,
 And on her gir-way she sped,
 While her joy gave dizziness, Whose sweet name gently rhymes as -
 'Pickock Holes was Punch's celebrated
 parody of Sherlock Holiness" The parody
 appeared in Punch from week to week. as
 the original was Brought out in install
 ments. to amaze ana delight the English
 speaking world as one detective story really wor.n reading. sherlock Holmes Is pre-emnenty the strongest story of that u class by itself and will live as long, prob ably, as eHy other thing of this regeneration In fiction. Tomorrow night we shall have at
 the Jefferson Theater a stage adaptation
 of the great story, and if 1t has been well dramatized and shall be presented by a good company, both of which conditions are understood to have been admirably brought about there is much pleasure in store for those who love plays that are clean.
 Conan Doyle, who was a young Scotch physician with small practice in London
 when he wrote Sherlock Holmes," Is one of the very few creditable writers of latter day fiction The world feels for him a sort of affection which it feels for none of the rest of the story-tellers. That Is due prin- cipaly to three reasons: He has stories to l tell, knows how to tell them and tells them with cleanness.
 Dr. Doyle's name is now largely before the public In what seems to Americans to be In an odd connection. He was a Conservative member of the Parliament which was dissolved the other day, and has been defeated in his canddature for election to the new Parliament The Amer ican mob is not in the habit of electlng to | Congress any of 'ithem damned literary | fellers," as an illustrious American states l man referred to men of culture and let | ters. Yet there is comfort in the words which one of them fellers" named Walter | Scott put in the mourn of James FItzjames 1 in reference to the mob:
 Thou many-headed monster thing, Oh, who would be thy King!'
 
 Conan Doyle and Robert Louis Stevenson were seen together by a Birmingham man | in Edinburgh a good many years ago. l Stevenson was considerably the elder of the I two, and was then at the height of his | fame. He was a long, lank cadaverous man with long hair and mustache that dropped untidily. Doyle was then drinking of the | first deep draughts of fame, and was | very debonair, with his handsome figure | loosely dressed, as becomes a gentleman of l the British Isles, and his face clean-shaven except as to his upper lip. He was bouyant and talkative. Stevenson was silent. To- | gether they impressed one in a manner not | to be forgotten whilst memory of great men seen survives
 | Stevenson and Doyle both studied med | icine at the University of Edinburg Dr. l Arthur Drysdale, noted physician of Fife 1 shire, Was in class with Stevenson to l whom he bore very noticeable personal resemblance. The Birmingham man referred l to knew Drysdale intimately for a number 1 of years, and from the doctor heard many l a story concerning the author of Kid | mapped" and also stories concerning An | drew Lang-Stevenson Dear Andrew of | the tawny hair'-whom he knew very we'll. 1 Stevenson never could get down to real and patient study, pr. Drysdale said. He would come irreguarly to the classroom, | would assume an easy positionl and persist in telling happy stories, burning many l pipes of tobacco the whie," as Carlyle
 wrote of himself to Emerson. He kept the other young fellows from studying for a
 time. and then gathering hls ungainly self l together and saying, with a smile of in-
 finite goodness. I'm off, lads," he'd de-
 part to rummage old bookstalls and new 1 bookshops alike. Frequently five or six of
 the class, including Stevenson and Drys- l dale, would enjoy smoking concerts after | the Scotch custom. Each had his cherished
 briar-root pipe and his pooch O backy: ], every Scotchman smokes a pipe. Ordinarily
 they drank ale, the which every Scotchman l calls beer or bitter" the students being l little young for the universal wee half l yins," or small drinks of whisky in large
 glasses of water. They would fire up," 1 as the Scotch Say, and then the fun would begin. Practically every Scotchman has a | good story which he tells well. By common
 urging, rather than common consent, Stew
 enson did most of the talking, always with | hls beloved pipe in the left corner of his
 mouth, and never allowing the fire to go
 out except when the pipe was replenished. l All of that which Drysdale told, and which l is affectionately remembered is too long 1 for thls place; but this much concerning
 the word-loved Robert Louis." which has
 not hitherto appeared In print, may be of | passing interest. l Calling al the Morris to pay homage to | Edmund Winston Pettus. young man