The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1903-10-31
REMEMBRANCES OF HAWTHORNE
A Delightful Book About the Great Novelist.

do no act which, were they known.
might weaken the struggle against
temptation of any fellow-ereature
These qualities were the price at which
Hawthorne bought his friends: and in
receiving those friends from him his
children could not but feel that the
bAquest represented his unfaItering
grasp upon whatever IS pure. lofty. and
generous in human life
Pathetic Hero Worship.
a pathetic anecdote is this:
'Once only three years since i'm the
remote heart Of the Colorado Noun
tains. / CHANGED to enter the hut of an
aged miner; he sat in the corner of the
little family room: on the wall near his
hand was fixed a small bookshelf. flied
with dozen dog-eared volumes. This
man had for years been paralyzed: he
could do little more than TO raise to that
bookshelf his trembling hand, and take
from it ole or other Of the volumes.
When this helpless veteran learned my
name he uttered a strange cry. and his
face worked with eager emotion. the
wife OF his broad-shouldered son brought
me to him in his corner: his old eyes
glowed as they perused me. | could
not gather the meaning OF his broken
terpreted for me. Was | related to the
great HAWTHORNE Yes: ] am his son.
His som Seldom have / met gaze
harder TO sustain than that which tho
paralytic bent on me-
His Fathers Son.
Would l might have worn, for the
time being. the countenance of an
arehangel, So 10 fill out the lineaments,
drawn during so many lonely years by
his Imagination and his reverence of his
ideal writer, The Son of Hawthorne
lie said no more. save by the strength
less pressure of his hands upon my own.
the woman told me how all the books
upon the little shelf were my fathers
books. and for fifteen years the-Old man
had read no others. Helpless tears OF
JOY, CT gratitude, of wonder, ran down
the burrows of mis- cheeks into his white
beard. And how could l. al whom he
SC gazed. help being moved; on that
desolatc, unknown mountain side. fan
from the world. the name which | had
inherited was loved and honored, one
does not get ones privileges for moth
Ing. My father save me power to make
my way and cast sunshine on the path.
but he made the path arduous. toor'
SlAAAaiS LclSOudl ReSemDldnCe.
Those who have seen Julian Hawthorne
viii see much reason for the old mans
emotion The resemblance of the son
TO the father Is striking. not only in fea-
ture. in coloring. but also. one easily
ina gines. in voice. manner. and
certain tricks OF gesture; and surely the
gentleness Of spirit which distinguished
the great novelist has been Inherited by
the man who can tell this story in this
way
But all this is only the introduction.
The book itself is fun of innumerable
anecdotes Of Hawthorne and his friends.
It makes the author OF The Scarlet
Letter" seem very real to read OF the
desk whose secret drawer was a wonder
10 his children; OF the purple and red
dressing gown on one particular part of
which he insisted on wiping his pen. TN
his rssourceful wife seWed penwiper
there: OF the TOYS he could contrive for
his children: OF his playing magician.
and bidding mis- children shut their eyes
for an instant. when he would swing
himself into the treetops and bespatter
them with nuts; OF q j inbred little
homely. characteristic q tails of his
daily life Incidentally one sees where
Hawthorne the younger got the material