The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-05-30

'ohoy VI tne onaoow, wh0r0 belden says
to the nurse. just arrived on the train:
Would you not better give me the checklist
we wish that he might have been moved to
inquire instead: Had you not better
give me the checklist Still, his language
was particularly his own affair; he had the
right to battle with the idioms II he wished.
We, ourselves, find relief in contemplating
the nurse later: "A light step sounded
on the stair The nurse appeared on the
lower landing. She was dressed in cool blue
gingham; the straps Of her apron marked
the firm, broad lines OF her bust and Shout
der" Nothing artificial and finical and in
the way of nice reform about that. As to
whether afterward there was anything
between Belden and Miss Wood less aloof
and formal than is suggested in his inquiry
concerning her checks, we leave it to the
reader to find out from the story.
In the story called "A Philanthropist,"
the reader will possibly feel some sympathy
| for philosophical character with grev-
ance. Says the philosophical character,
with certain thickness of speech: "Guv-
nor, l come here an l asked for a meal.
An she told me would work for it? An
l said yes An she come into this OF vault
of sulier, an she pointed to that OIL heap
o wood, an she told me ter move it over
to that corner. An done so fer half an
hour. An l says to that bitherin fool over
there, who was workin in that OF wood
house, what the devil did she care W ich
corner the darned STUFF was in?
AN he says that she didn't care hang,
| but that she'd tell the next man that come
| along to move it back to where l got it
from; he said twas matter er principle
with her not to give a man a bite fer
| nothin'! So l shut him in his OF house,
an wen she come down gave her piece
| OF my mind. | don't mind little work,
mister, but when it come to shufflin' kindlin's
round in this Oh tomb fer half an hour an
maxim a fool O myself fer nothin', got
my back up. My time amt 80 valyble
to me as It's to some, guv'nor, but it, worth
a damn sight more'n that!' Anything
like complete explanation We occasionally
regard as unnecessary and wrong and
we forbear from saying anything about
the love part of this story, or about the
perverted sentiment expressed by one of
the chief characters Better fifty years
of poker than a cycle of croquet."
The story called "A Reversion to Type"
tells of the German assistant" lin Smith
College, perhaps, evidently a nice girl,
hardly old enough, we should think, to lie
called middle-aged, who remembered
hallowed winter passed in Germany seven
years before, a winter in which she had
| known Hermann, whose beard was so
brown and whose brown eyes were so
faithful. and who used to sng-t is not
told exactly how he used to sing, but We
| find the German assistant asking herself
why there were no bass voices in the
States We shall not say whether or not
now, at the end of seven years, she wrote
to Hermann, and waited with a strange
tension for letter with German postage
stamp on it. or whether such letter ever
came, or whether, in the event that there
was no letter, there did come "a tall, eager
man" who stood in 1.-The lite reception
room at the end Of the story with out
stretched hands" and who may have been
Hermann,
In A Hope Deferred We have mellow
old Frenchman who had been teaching for
twelve years in America and who was
ill with inconsistencies. Miss Sabna, his
landlady, good angel, saved him. She
had dreamed all her life of a journey to
Europe in which she should behold Melrose
Abbey and the Strand and the Alps Now,
with the money which she had painfully
| spared to defray the expense Of this heavenly
journey she sent NJ Sylvestre Laroche
CIrregular Verbs a Specially. Converse
ton Classes Formed") to breathe for ten
weeks the vital air of his own France.
When he came back and found her touching
softly the yellow keys of her venerable
piano and singing in excellent manner
Believe me, were all those endearing
young charms" we trust that he had
realizing sense" OF what had been done
for him An admirably sentimental story.
duly buttressed and sustained with saving
| humor.
In Julia the Apostate' we make the
pleasant acquaintance of an old maid who
was wise" to prefer house in Connecticut
to fat in the city. She liked ham and
griddle cakes for breakfast rather than
rolls and coffee. We believe that we are
qualified to understand her italicized re-
mark: Il could not lire without a CELLAR"
Upon the incidental point that she married
her cousin, Lorando Bean, portly and
explicit gentleman who had made his pile
in the West, we need not dwell. 1t is hardly
reasonable to think that she was bound
to go on chaperoning her two nieces for
ever. The younger of these was almost
20, and we must confess to some sympathy
| in the matter OF Nr. Bean S inquiry NIlel
will they be considered safe to go almost
alone?" As to whether a flat is desirable
above a house precisely for the reason
that it has no cellar and no garnet. we leave
it for those to determine who feel that
they are really able to settle question Of
the sort. For the opinion Of Aunt Julia
we must say that we have every respect
She was more than 20, and it may be that
wisdom comes to one particularly after
that age. Any way, the nieces, who had
aesthetic tastes which they had cultivated
to the limit that their fiat allowed, could
! not but perceive in the respect of the house
| in Connecticut, that "the very tides on
the geometrically arranged chairs, the
bright rag rugs on the floor. the biscuits
and preserves consecrated to their New
England tea-yes. even the insistent shirt
sleeves of cousin Lorando Bean, were
lighted by a halo Of content"
Stories with atmosphere, as the critical
lingo goes. but more particularly vivacious
and amusing stories calculated to afford
to the reader that agreeable satisfaction
which he has the right to expect.