New-York tribune., 1902-02-02

Is anarchy. We good, soft hearted Americans
with our easy going ways and our false notiors
OF chivalry, have adopted a foolish habit O.
thinking she must hold the reins and WELD The
WhIp. The result is that so many Of our mar
red couples are driving like fury to disaster
Ihat is what creates the divorce court W.
nave set up Woman a sort Of little throne
we nave put crown of tnseI on her head auC
a wooden sceptre in her hand. The result has
peen to make her silly and pretentious. unequa
10 the position and yet unwilling to come down
This able lecture by the bachelor bero-wbo
IoHoWs his own advice imperfectIy when his
matrimonial troubles corne-is the moral if no.
Ihe motive of Mr.. Kings book Ii is an IN
uehIably clever, but coarse, melodramatfc anC
aoSuruIy exaggerated story The married pairs
He presents are divorced and remarked with ar
Hi'teFdht energy calculated to make the be
hoiuer pllhk as one before the rush of the bio
graph AT the bottom of all their woes IS
Monsieur > failure to let Madame know that he
IS master together with Madame's total igno-
rance OF the meaning of the word duty" and
ol the desirable art Of putting up with things
The modern young woman is represented bv the
author as more or less fast vulgar and defantlv
selfish, AS a specimen Of his quieter scene.
take this meeting of wife with the husbanl
She has divorced and his new partner:
thlng like terror as they Emilia enter; bu-
her outstretched hand reassured them.
I've heard the news she cried gayIy, as She
went toward Gentian, and I've come to pro
nounce my malediction."
"Oh, Emmy, how kind you arer' Gentian said
the color returning to her white, tear stained
face as they grasped hands.
Not at all returned Emilia. I'm a dog
In the manger; but | couldn't resist coming ir
TO see how you looked. As for you, Humphrey.
she went on, offering her hand to him. Il shaU
never, never forgive you. At least, l shouIdn'r
II you weren't one of the incest 1 ever
oh, Petrina," she cried nervousIv don't stare
at me like that, as if | were shoveng eartl
into my own grave! Why don't you give me-
tea?'
Let me make it for you" said Gentian
fastening to sit down at the tea table
Sir Humphrey laughed in his boyish, embar-
raSSed way.
Il don't know what to say Emmy" he began
YOU never do. You never did. You nevc
WILL she interrupted, she took her cup az
tea "Gentian, you'll find some day what "
terrible thing 1t is to live with a dumb MAJ
who can do nothing but smile till he blinds you.
But have some tips to give you when
quite alone. How good this tea is! Humphrey
please hand me the biscuits"
She sat down on the window seat. Humphrcy
brought the biscuits and slipped into the paco
beside her. Petrina and Gentian We're whisper
ing over the teakettlc and spirit lamp.
This is a rum go" Sir Humphrey said in d
low voice. as he held the plate of biscuits be
fore Emilia.
It's a rum life" she returned IaconicaIIy
ITS queer to meet like this, Emmy. But
Il was just finding out that | had one whe.
you broke it, Humphrey, dear"
For Gods sake, Emmy! You don't mean
that you would have made it up?"
Il mean only that it's a comfort to think tha.
in the kingdom of heaven they neither MARI.
nor are given in marriage and that the crooked
is made straight. DO take those biscuits back
to Gentian. You're letting them fall on tn
floor"
Before Humphrey could return to her Emile
had risen.
Il must 20 now good people Shed a tear
Tor me when I'm gone. Goodby, Gentian. A
year hence shall Ire COMPARING: notes Owe.
the incest and the worst Of men. GOodh-
Humphrey"
They ciasuod hands and stood for a moment
eyes deep in eyes Gcutian felt a sudden sink
ing Of the heart. After all" she thought, witt
pang. lit is they who must be truly man auy
wife. He and can never he to each othrl
what they have been. Is it possible that TN.
girl was rSht2'
But she took F.miIia's hand again and vhi~
percd Il God bless YOU as the first wife Iel
the room
You're a brick, Emmy" said Petrina at IL
door.
Yes sail Lady de Bohun, hut that's be
cause | am 50 hard. Humphrey himself says
haven any heart
She tried To- laugh but without much success
Then She went down the steps. and, entering
the carriage, drove away alone in the dark.
The lively, bored. exciting wearying gossip
ping. intriguing life of British ofIicadom il
India is the background upon which Mr.. b. NJ
Croker has projected the story Of Angel" l.
is written with the touch of one who knows
Engsh-wc confronted with much less than