The Savannah morning news., 1903-08-16
.,.. --ANNAH MORNING NEWS: SUNDAY AUGUST TO- 1908.

with nice judgment of a respectable in
terregnum, and to the greater happi-
ness of each of the three young people,
no objection ensuing from the easy go
ing parents, who were deVotedly
fond of Crailey, while the town laugh
ed and said it was only that absurd
Crailey Gray again. He and Virginia
were the best of friends, and accepted
their new relation with preposterous
lack of embarrassment.
To be in love with Crailey became
Fanchon's vocation; she spent all her
time at it, and produced blurred Ell
feet upon strangers. The only man
with whom she seemed quite alive was
Vanrevel; a little because Tom talked
of Crailey, and a great deal because
and could talk of Crailey to Tom; could
tell him freely, as she could tell no
one else, how wonderful Crailey was,
and explain to him her lovers vagar-
les on the ground that it was neces-
sity of geniuses to be unlike the less
gifted. Nor was she alone in suspect
ing Mr.. Gray of genius; in the first
place. he was so lod; in the second, his
poems were already attracting more
than local attention" as the Journal
remarked, generously, for Crailey had
ceased to present his rhymes to that
valuable paper. Ay! Boston, no less,
was his mart.
He was rather radical in his literary
preferences, and hurt the elder Cheno-
weth's feeling by laughing heartily at
some poems of the late Lord Byron;
offended many people by disliking the
style of Sir Edward Bulwer, and even
refused to admit that James Fenimore
Cooper was the greatest novelist that
ever lived. But these things were as
nothing compared with his unpatriotic
defense of Charles Dickens. Many
A ,.so Hs,1 e., How fV,fo cra
over the vivacious assault upon the
United States in Martin Chuzzlewit;
nevertheless, Crailey still boldly hailed
him Gas every one had heretofore
agreed the most notable humorisr of
any day. OF course, the Englishman
had not visited and thoroughly studied
such city as ROuen, Crailey confess
ed, twinkingly; but, after all, wasn't
there some truth in Martin Chuzzle-
WITT" Mr.. Dickens might have been
far from a clear understanding of our
people; but didn't it argue pretty
ticklish vanity in ourselves that we
were so fiercely resentful of satire; and
was not this very heat over Martin
ChuZzlewit" a confirmation of one of
the points the book had presented
against us? Gen. Trumble replied to
this suggestion with a personal one to
the effect that a man capable of say
ing a good word for so monstrous a
SANDER that a man, sir, capable of de-
claring his native country to be vain
or sensitive ought to be horsewhipped,
and at this Crailey laughed consum-
eddy.
Trumble retorted with the names of
Benedict Arnold and Aaron Burr. And
if it comes to a war with these Greas-
ers," he spluttered alphabetically, land
it is coming, mighty soon, We'll find
Mr.. Gray down in Mexico, throwing
mud on the Stars and Stripes and
cheering for that one-legged horse
thief, Santa Anna Anything to seek
out something foolish amongst your
own people!"
Don't have to seek far, sometimes,
General" murmured Crailey, from the
depths of the best chair in the club,
whereupon Trumble, not trusting him
self to answer, went out to the street.
And yet, before that same evening
was over, the General had shed honest
tears of admiration and pity for
Crailey Gray; and Miss Betty saw her
Incroyable again, for that night Cthe
second after the Carewe dance) Rouen
beheld the great warehouse fire.