Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1903-04-11

NG NEWS: SATURDAY
kind, and the painter thought he saw o
way of getting the necessary money
from sculptor he knew.
SO out he went one morning while De
Maupassant lay in bed reading a comic
paper. After a little time, De Maupas-
SAINT 10 his horror, heard familiar ana
ponderous footsteps ut the bottom Of
the wooden stairs-he was four flights
up u was his severe creditor. Quick
as thought he was out of bed ana
seized a sheet of paper, on which he
wrote IN. De Maupassant, having died
on the 10th all having claims against
him must apply TO NJ. NJ Blanc at
some false address. The money would
come today, and he would put matters
straight in The afternoon lie nov
stuck his notice outside the door locked
himself IN again and was back between
the blankets
Fortunately the old gentleman as
ccnded slowly like hppOpotamua
Presently he reached the landing, and
there was a sound of mutterng Then
down he went again. De Maupassant
broathcd freely In a little While up
trIpped Marie the pretty latiere, and
there was a resurrection Of the dead
man, you may be sure After a niue
Irritation Marie went away, But soon
De Maup0ssant recognized her step
again trip. tiip, trip, once more quick
and unmistakablc. why was she re-
turning? We'll, no matters a little more
Irritation would do no harm she tapped
gently. He opened the door. ana there
stood his old creditor, painting Ike a
steam engine he had come up ON his
stocking soIes. The old man had Kept
his eyes open
The frequency with which publishers
this year have found the titles chosen
for forthcoming books TO conflict with
titles chosen by other firms, would
seem to suggest that combinations OF
words likely to prove attractive on u
book cover are rapidly being used ~
Mcclure, Philips Co., by reason OF
such conflict have been forced TO
change the name of the book by Viola
Roseboro, announced as Out Of the
Heart to "rhe Joyous Heart Recent
ly they changed TO True Love the
book by Edith wyatt announced under
the title Whats Worth WhlleY'
The men Of letters who We're also
dramatists. or at least tried their
hand at the drama. do not fare well In
the April magazines. In the Atlantic
Monthly" Mr. Brandef Matthews as
sures US that the flashing brillancy Of
Hugos versication blinded many spec
tators for a brief season, and prevent
4 of
made plain at last only by an analysis
OF the plays in prose, Mary Hudor.'
for example When no gorgeously en-
broidered garment draped the meager
skeleton II was not difficult to discover
that Victor Hugo was not great dra-
matte poet, of the race the lineage OF
Shakespeare, A great poet he was be-
You'd all question, perhaps the greatest
poet of the century; but his gift was ~
rio and not dramatic. He was q lyrlst
Of incompatible vigor, variety, and
sorority, and as a lyrist he had often
an almost epic amplitude Of vision.
AS a dramatist his out look was narrow
and petty; he could not conceive boldly
a lofty theme, treating It with the UNI
failing simplicity of the masters. His
subjects were lacking in nobility, in Dig
nifty and statliness His plots were
violent and eXtravagant; and his char
acters were as forced as his situations.
The poetry TO be found In his plays Is
external rather than eternal; 1t is al
most an afterthought Under the ~
rical drapery which is so deceptive at
frst there is no more than a melo~
drama"
Mr.. Pinero's paper on Robert Louis
Stevenson, the Dramatist,' In the April
number Of the Critic" tells US that
Stevenson, with all his genius, made
the mistake Of approaching the theater
as a toy to be played with, The facts
Of the case were against him, for the
theater IS not a toy, and facts being
stubborn things, he ran his head
against them In vain, Had hq only stud
led tile conditions, or, in other words,
got into a proper relation 10 the facts,
with what Joy should we have ac-
claimed him among the masters OF the
modern stage"
OF the dramatist's art Mr. Plnero
says: when you sit down In your stall
az the theater and see play moving
across the stage, IL all seems so easy
and natural, you feel as though the
author had improvised II. The charac-
tiers. being, let us hope, ordinary human
beings, say nothing very remarkable,
nothing you think thereby paying the
author the highest possible compliment
that might not quite well have oc-
Cured 10 you. When you take up a
paybook az ever you do take one up)
II strikes you as being a very trlaing
thing-a mere insubstantial pamphlet
beside the imposing bulk OF che latest
slx-shllling novel. Little do you guess
that every page Of the play has cost
more care. seyerer mental tension. If
not more actual manual labor, than any
chapter Of a novel, though It be fifty
pages long"
Turning for a moment from his sue
cesses as maker Of fables and build
er Of comic opera librettos, George AIDE
has entered the crowded short-story
field. His first book of short stories
will be published in April by Mcclure
Phillips a. co. The title is In Babel.
by Babel" is meant Chicago, all Of
these stories dealing with some aspect
of life in the city where Mr.. AIDE has
won his success. They showed the same
keen sense Of character that lies back
Of slang humor Of the famous fables
and an equally brilliancy OF style, on a
higher plane.
ROCKS