The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-06-06
Hot q Hist OricaI Novel.

1t NAV be that there are readers who are
becoming a bit tired Of the historical novel.
For them that curious blend OF quasi his
tory and more or less imaginative romance,
like the birthstone and treacle OF oldtime
childhood, has had it's day. Hence, no
doubt this statement printed upon the
cover OF a novel by Mr. George Gibbs,
.The Love OF Monsieur O1arpers). The
cover, on it's word of honor as cover,
protests that "this is not an historical novel,
but a pure romance, with partial setting
of the sea" A very devil OF fellow was
Monsieur, as we may gather from the OPEN
ing conversation, OF which he was the
subject:
WHO is this Mornay?
Captain Conbury paused to kindle his
tobago. Norway Is OF the Embassy OF
France, at any game OF chance the luckiest
blade in the world and a Damon for success
with the petticoats, whether they're doxies
OF Duchesses.
"Sohol pretty fellow"
"A French chevalier-a fellow OF the
marine: but die juggler-a man OF no
caste,' sneered Mr.. Wynne.
He has wit with a point
SAY, and rapier, too, said Lord Downey.
THE devil fly away with these foreign
lady-killers," growled Wynne again.
"Oh, Norway Is a man-killer, too. never
fear. He's not named Bras-de-jet for
nothing laughed Cornbury
"Bah!' said q voice near tho door. "A
foundling-an outcast-a man OF no birth
III have no more Of him.
The last speaker was Capt. Ferrers.
clustering military person with bullying
manner; heavy featured, ruddy and with
eyes small like a pigs that fickered and
guttered like candle at puff Of the breath.
Obviously, an undesirable and Emphasizing
character, and no sensible reader. We
think, will feel anything but satisfaction
when he discovers that Monsieur at the
Fleece Tavern banged the bully's head
against the wall,
1t was Mistress Barbara Clerke who
won the love of Monsieur She was a
court beauty with nimble wit and an
unassailable character, and IL was only
after most arduous adventure and extraor-
binary forbearance that Monsieur capt
ured her regard. Her treatment OF him
at their first meeting did not seem en-
couragng. It was at his Grace OF Somer-
sets ball. and on his presentation she drew
herself to her splendid height and looked
at him most codly while later when he
claimed dance, we are told that In grant
ing him the favor 'her tone was frozen
through and through with the bitterness
of utter contempt But he was a gallant
son OF France and not to be easily dis
mayed. He took her into the garden,
where she stopped in the middle OF the
walk and turned on him.
You! she cried, immediately. You
again! Has a lady no rights which .
man, whatever he be, is bound to respect!
Why do you pursue me? Listen to me.
Monsieur Mornay. hate you! hate you'll
hate your And then, overcome by the
very excess OF her emotion. she sank to
the bench beside her. Monsieur Mornay
stood at q distance and occupied himself
with tho laoes at his sleeves"
Far he it from our purpose TO mar tho
readers pleasure by limiting at the issue
Of this inauspicious meeting. The gallant
Frenchman fought many fights and passed
through adventures strange enough to
satisfy the most exaoting-and II, eventu-
ally, he won the lady-who. by the way.
was heiress Of half province in France
and the whole OF the fortune OF the Bresacs
he certainly deserved her. He was-as
we have saba very devil OF fellow.