The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-04-25

and could we get along without the police!
I grant you that his hand Is heavy, and
his usual weapon a club. To his mind
every free lance is vagabond, He would
put an Injunction on inspiration itself. II
, it's wings carried 1t beyond the regula-
tions. But do not trouble yourself about
/ the critic II you find II convenient, answer
, him. but don't imagine that he will listen
to you. Answer him thus: BY what
right do ! do this' By the right OF the
blade Of grass to become q torch under
the rays Of morning; by the right OF the
brook to murmur, OF oaks to roar In the
tempest OF the pebble to fall, and OF tho
wing to soar upward II this does not
content him, send him to ask the breeze
for its papers. the hurricane for It's pass
port
At tho close Of an essay entitled The
Last Hour We read: Let us not give
to the thought death the time that life
demands. Lost days mako . poor pillow
for slumber.'
There are essays on socialism and atheism
among others. A book that should be well
coined and that VIII well repay the reader.
Mr.. Crockett Can Write Romance.
Capt. Maurice Raith. secretary to the
Duke Of Marlborough. was impetuous
and short-sighted when he called Frances
Wildwood foolish girl In Mr.. g. r. Crook
ett's story Of lofty romance, 'Flower-o-
the-Corn' Mcclure. Phillips 4 Coz 1t
was at that momentous time when 'the
allied troops lay on the green brsefaco
just over the Castle Of Crevecour.' The
Captain had found Frances wandering
about and had warned her that the camp
was dangerous. There were the new
levies from Baden and the Wild thbesmen
from the edge OF Syria among others.
Thereupon she astonished him. sShe slid
her hand behind her. and loi Is in . con.
juring trick there were brace Of pistols
in her pretty little hands, She restored
them to whatever place she had got them
from, then bent slightly, lifted her foot.
seemed to touch her ankle, and q skean
dhu glittered between her fingers
With something of sarcasm she ad.
dressed herself TO the solicitous Captain.
will that dor she inquired, smiling. 'or
must produce . battery Of artillery Say
tho word, sir. lam battalion Of infantry.
. squadron Of cavalry and park Of ar
tillery all in one She was witty - well
as beautiful. It seemed to him that she
was laughing at him, and he did not like
IL. 1t was at this juncture and with some
heat that he called her foolish girl. She
hailed q passing orderly who was leading
q horse. mounted the animal with much
ease and grace. arranged her skirts and
said to Capt. Raith: .Good-by. Run
away and see that the Generals letters are
prettily copied or you will be whipped.
And never waste your time on silly girls
1t is a habit that may grow on you
II is like a scene from one OF Col. Gunter's
great books. The Captain stamped his
foot with rage. He could hear her silvery
laughter as she rode away. She was the
most beautiful girl that he had ever seen
even in visions. Had he not called her
that lovely name, Flower-o' -the-Corn,
the instant he set eyes on herr She was
indeed like flower, the story says. She
had the dewy freshness. the lissome side
sway, the dash OF vivid color (which was
her mouth) Of some tall poppy or pome-
granate flower seen under a bright sky.
Yet there was nothing coquettish about
wer-o'-the-Corn-serene sweetness and
simplicity rather, eminently virginia.. She
had eyes that varied from dark hazel to
sapphire blue, and from azure back again
to mysterious sea violet, according to.
the sky that shone above them and the
mood that moved behind them. But her
mouth was her greatest beauty. Not
ct all a reposefu mouth, rather one con-
stantly fitting from expression TO expres-
sion. pleading. petulant. disdainful. for
giving. all in the compass Of twenty seconds
"A mouth, too, that disclosed witching
slimpses Of peariy teeth, white a. milk.
closely arrayed like some masterpiece Of
the jewellers art
A beautiful and busy mouth, full Of
elective pearls Of speech q well a. dental
pearls; we have just seen the effect upon
the Captain Of its silvery laughter and
its repartee. And what did Uncle Billy
Marshall, the Scottish gypsy, say on page
7H as Maurice Raith and Flower-o'-the-
Corn sat love makinsi MASTER Maurice
he said, i hae bods vi ye - lang - Bet
and me con bide. This year I maun b
back on the Rhone-house braes BY the day
Of Keltonhin. and Bet maun gang vi me.
Mickle sorrow wad I hae 70 leave behind
me you an the bonny doc there at your
RIGHT hand. I saw your twa heids closer
thegither a. cam up the street-an' deed.
what for nor I mind weel when me an
Below. aye, I'll gang on vi my story
RIGHT aneoh. WI than. the short an the
lang OF Is. that has hidden hero a. lang
a. am gaun to bide. II 70 Wilma let us
gang. We wull juist hae to tax the road
wantin' your Honor's valued permission
So We have the sacred dialect along with
all the rest. Truly Mr.. Crockett gives
with full hands.
It II proper that there should be moments
Of great suspense In q romantic novel.
The reader win shiver 70 find rower-o'-
the-Com and Jean Cavalier standing hand
In hand before the altar and to hear the
people speaking Of her a. a pale bride.
The story says: 'Fower-o' -the-Corn was
In white, without color. ave for . couple
OF spots the size Of form. which burned
steadily one on either cheek, high up.
where the hearts blood leapsd under the
fine firm skin. Her npe-wheat hair. which
had first given the girl her name. rippled
and swiried, alternately like honey In the
comb and gold red In the bar. - you may
sse thsm unloading Il from Spanish sallsons
At the quays Of Carthagena.' Where was
Maurice. who had once been 20 free With
his ofYeS TO protect her from the dangers
Of the oampf And what are thsss whisper
inss on page 600 about Maurice having
onoe hssed Yvetts Foyf Alas for Yvsttei
here 10 what happened to her. She was
g.