The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-05-16

nerve He has no stomach for hsAs.'
What literal truth liea In that sxpssAaaoa.
and vet we 10 on snssring at The victim.
Tho Bishop OF Clarkson.. y vast man. VINO
could handle the evil and difficult William
Snyder as though he were baby, had
reasonable understanding Of Wheat on's
case. One fault Of John Saxton's was
, that he had no just understanding OF H..
Saxtons single other fault was that ne
made positively atrocious puns.
Timothy Margrsve 10 perhaps he esps-
cially violent man in the story. Perhaps
Wheaton, being 50 weak, was foil 10 set
him Of with an exaggerated seeming.
Still it is not to be doubted that Mar
grave took Wheaton by the throat and
actually robbed him OF certificates OF
stock in the Clarkson Traction Company.
Sih moro ignominious was the expert
ence Of Wheaton when he went to Mar
grave to get his certificates back Mar.
grave treated him TO green ehsrtreuse ana
escorted him In a vociferousy cordiai
manner 10 the door. "A glorious night!
glorlousl" he calculated 40 we walked ont
with Wheaton to the f-ont stepe. Fur
thermore we read: His hand wandered
up Wneaton's arm until 1t rescued his
collar. and after he had allowed his fingers
10 grasp this lingeringly he gave Wheaton
q sudden push forward, still holding his
collar then lifted his fat leg ard kicked
him from the step, Come again, Jim'
he called pleasantly. as he backed within
the door ard closed It," We have no wish
to tell too much about story, but We think
VIC may properly say that Margraves
invitation to Wheaton was In vain.
Here ia a little bit descriptive Of Miss
Porter and tho happy effect Of the Clark
son winter wind upon her: Evelyn Por-
ter, who had come out for the walk she had
been taking every afternoon since the be-
ginning Of her fathers illness. stopped at
the narrow aisle which had been trampled
in the snow-piled sidewalk to watch an
adventurous linen,an scale an icy tele-
phone pole. There Is vintage OF the
North that Ia more stimulating than any
that comes GU. OF Southern vineyards
1t brings a glow 10 the cheeks. a sparkle
to the eyes. and nimbleness 10 the tongue
which no product o, the wine-press ever
gives. 1t il a wine that makes tho heart
leap ard the blood tingie. 1t IL distilled
in the great ice-claeped seas Of the North,
and the pine and bIlsam Of snowy woods
add their quintessence to II; 1t tickles no
palate. but is ASSN Hated directly into the
blood OF the brave ard strong it is the wine
OF youth OF perpetual youth; Evelyn
felt the Joy OF it to-day; her heart leaped
with it;it was delight to be abroad In the
pure cold air. Her coloring was freshly
accented. The remote Scotch grand
mother who conferred it upon her, across
years of migration, would have reioiced
in it, where the Irish strain maintained its
light OF humor in her blue eyes. the gray
mist OF the Scotch moors still held it's own.
There are women who are dominated by
their clothes. but Evelyn Porter was not
one OF them. Her dark green skirt might
have belonged to any other girl, but 1t would
not have swayed in just the same way to
any other step; and her toque and cape Of
sable would have lost their distinctio, on
any other head and shoulders.
A girl as she should he, II there is any
quality Of judgment in us and we call at
tention to the nice realism of detail in the
matter of her compilation. The story is
full Of such wise and graceful care. We
commend it for its workmanship-for it's
smoothness and its sensible and pleasant
fancies. and for its general charm.