The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1902-11-29

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prove of most OF his humiliations. Never
let me see or hear Of you again. wrote Mrs.
Galbraith. the rich and handsome widow,
who supported the Wigpole street move
ment. and whom he hoped to marry. She
inclosed him a check for riOO. and with
that moderate and contemptuous solace
the novelist passes him from our view.
Danny.
The reader who wishes to he fortunate,
who wishes to read something of such a
quality that he will be moved to he thankful
for it. will read Danny" by Alfred Oil
want doubleday. Page 4 CO... Mr.. Oil
want wrote Bob. Son Of Battle. an unusual
history that we all gratefully remember; and
so the fact that Danny" is good story need
not surprise us. Danny was a warrior dog
no less than Bob. He slew honorably. and
with a great love for the business. like the
true knight that the author declares he was.
II is wonderful what bloodthirstiness and
what tenderness were mingled in him.
Beautiful. considered either as knight or as
terrier. We may read Of him after the fair
Lady had obtained from the stern Laird a
reluctant permission to keep Danny.
Daniel, Son of Ivor. Warden Of the
Marches "-this was our terrier. with his
well-known proclivities and his pink tongue
had come to his full-blown beauty now;
and he was beautiful "a Absalom. Broad Of
chest broad of brow, with coat OF furnished
silver. he looked what he was. the warrior
and lover in one" We have seen them,
pampcred and full of loveliness, run from
mouse but this one had not been bereft of
his nature. Since Lancelot there had
never been such gallant with fair eyes and
ways Of chivalry; since Lancelot never
such a battle-tg hter. He lived indeed for
battle. murder. and delight Of kisses To
be loved by his lady and TO find worthy
fpeman-these We're the two passions OF the
knight in gray. And something Of either
passion entered into the other. He loved
his lady fierc.ly; and the heather host
fourmart. sweetheart, otter, and tod and all
the lessor outlaws Of the wuderness-he
cherished like lover, and waged war upon
them everastlngy. Yet while he smote the
heather, true knight that he was. he sue
oorsd the distressed--the tame things of the
farm, whose Warden he was. and his lady's
one-legged partridge with whom he dealt
honorably upon the lawn"
He had history. OF mis- good and nat.
ural deeds. some were misinterpreted.
Doubt was cast upon him. as it is cast upon
all creatures that are guilty Of their ac-
tvities We love his picture as it Is vari-
ously presented to us. Keen as a sword.
wary as Ulysses. fiery az Saladin. there
was never such Warden Of the Marches to
do stern justice on the outlaws of the wilder
ness. He could be patient as a cat and as
a 4 4. .l,N.. No.
ing his enemies; and when the stalking
time was past and the time for the onset
came the fury Of the Lord gat hold OF him.
He smote upon IN enemies like tempest
he overwhelmed them like an avalanch,
Of stars. The greater the odds, the greater
the slory-that was the gray Knights
creed, there was nothing 70 great but.
knight like, he attempted it; nothing so
small but he slew it out Of courtesy"
We know that Lancelot loved as well as
fousht So. too. Danny. 1hs Lady who
had wheeded the Laird TO let her keep
Danny died, and Danny In the course Of his
sanguinary adventures met with another
lady who resembled her. Thereupon Danny
ceased from his killings and seemed him
self like TO die. Deborah Awe, laxative
woman, faithful servant to the Laird,
OWNED the little Knights trouble. She
looked down into the eyes ii love of the all
ing Danny as he lay upon her bosom. God
made him male" she said. -and there is
but two things that sort puts out after
If a man has not been after some shed OF
blood, then has he been after some she
woman. So God made them, and they
Gamma help themselves; and there's no good
talkin'."
Danny had narrow escapes. He was
like TO have been drowned, and he was
like to have been shot. Being sore with
love. he regarded with equanimity both
those fates In love or not, he was incapa-
BILE OF the fear OF death. When he re-
covered he was the same recognizable
true knight, the came old Danny Sweet
of heart as Galahad, Danny vas still bloody
as ferret Every dawn he went
a-hunting az Of old. . Never a
limping brock. never a marauding tod,
nor any Of the lesser outlaws OF the wilder
ness. but knew him OF old, the knightly
Warden, and loved him for an honorable
enemy His two-legged companion, old
Robin Crabbe, noted his recovery with
10y and awe. As the two entered upon
the woods, fragrant and shimmering from
both dow and stars. Robin dared hardly
breathe He walked stealthily, all eyes
upon his ancient battle fellow. And Danny,
the delight Of life tiding back on him,
marched in front as though to pipe music,
his silver stern like young knights ban
neret amid the bracken Busy. bloody,
al.rt he went. rousing the sluggard " oods.-
And when by a cleft rock the Warden fash, d
out of his path and slew a mole, Robin
took OF his cap and lifting his face TO heaven
cried: He cares to kill; he cares again
TO l!ve!"
Faithful Deborah Awe found it impos-
sible to keep the old Laird in bed when he
had a cold. The Laird called her. She
found him sitting up in his nightgown
with a tippet about his throat. what
is it," she screamed, my boots said
the Laird. "Your boots Ia in" said Deborah
what for dye want your boots'" For
my feet said the Laird. Back into your
bed this instant. Cover YOURSELF" cried
Deborah. buds or no duds," said the
Laird. Il 60 to Kirk y; and to church he went,
because the people had rebclled, hearing
he was i'll. and had determined that they
themselves would not keep the Kirk
since no would not be there to sec. A panic