The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1904-10-15

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sitting UP behind,s picks tho unoonsclous
tramp tot puddle. carries him home,
aaministers massage to him after fashion
learned OF an Arab chief In Africa and
treats him royalty and with deep and I'm.
deviatihg Affection through the rest OF the
story.
Farquhsr and Lucian both love Dolly
Fane, beautiful and queer daughter OF
marble-hearted and queer father. and
sister to Bernard Fame, who stands foot
and Ia the best wrestler In Kent. Neither
OF them gets her; and just as Farquhar,
having written letter OF information to
the Coroner, claps a pistol TO his head
Tor the purpose OF making his troubles
definitely lighter, he Bees Lucian put
handkerchief to bis mouth In one Of his
seizures, whereupon he throws the pistol
out OF the window and enters with renewed
ardor upon his favorite task OF making
that facetious invalid happy
We thought 1t charming where INoian
visiting Dolly. found her making violet
pomade. Next morning Lucian came
tapping at one OF the less honorable doors
Of Fanes, and was hidden enter by pre-
occupied voice. He found Dolly hard at
work, with sleeves rolled to the shoulders;
she was In the second dairy. hut her occu-
patton had no fellowship with butter, cream
or cheese. A cool, dark and lofty chamber
1t was, the walls midway to the roof being
covered with white glazed tiles, the floor
with red Waist-high stood out a broad
white shelf. now piled with square frames
OF implanted deal combining square panes
OF glass upon one Of which Dolly was spread
ing soft white pomade with a palette knife,
bushel basket half filled with violets
stood beside her; the air reeked with the
scent OF them. Lucian's curiosity found vent
In the natural inquiry:
What on earth are you doing?"
"'Oh, it's you, is it?' Dolly glanced round,
Strengthened her shoulders, swept her
basket to the floor, and exposed a three
legged milking STOOL There's a chair for
you; you must not stand. I'm making
scent
How enthrallingl Mayn't help?"
Wait till you see how do IT,, quoth
prudent Dolly.
-Lucian unwound yard and half Of
comforter, deposited his macintosh, lIm-
brella and goloshes and sat down to watch,
tucking his long legs under the stool and
tossing back his shaggy brown hair. Dolly
spread the white paste thickly and evenly
over the glass in two Of the frames Next
she filed her hands with violets, decapi-
tated the pretty blossoms. and spread them
broadcast on the pomade till the frame
was full to the brim; she capped that frame
with the second and pressed them close
so that they formed a box three inches
deep, enclosing the violets between two
layers OF pomade: they were then ready
to be put aside for the time being She
would not trust Lucian to spread the
pomade, but she allowed him to behead the
violets for her, and was grateful; for the
quicker she was the fresher were the violets
and the more valuable the pomade made
from them. Thrifty Dolly made a small
| income by her perfumes.
Her dress, between lavender and blue,
| just matched the blue chicory which bor-
ders August confelds; and the cluster Of
violets which she had tucked into her
bosom agreed with its color. She was
bareheaded, and her hair glistened even
in shadow like copper veined with gold.
She was not thinking Of herself, but Of her
violets, and Lucian's eyes were fixed on
her to the hindrance Of his work.
You're leaving stalks on the flowers,
Dolly pointed out.
~ couldn't help it. My eyes were oil
for you '.,.s b. .t.
Don't said Dolly, bfusquely.'
Lucian was very skilful in the forei Ign
languages, and for that reason we hesitate
to believe that he said "Und 30 weider,'
meaning to say, Und SO weiter' (page s0.
He must have been carelessly reported.
In one respect the story is brilliantly con-
ventional. We found ourselves impressed
by the cool manner Of some Of the charac
tiers in disturbing and dangerous moments;
also by the laborious pains that some Of
the characters were at to appear entirely
Unconditional. They were in these respects
quite up to the best British standard estab
lished in many novels written by the Brit
ish, and in Mr.. Richard Harding Davs's
reports Of the war In South Africa We
trembled and felt for the characters, but
they did not obviously do those things for
themselves. They we're cool, calm and
collected where characters OF other ma
tionallties would have jumped and burned.
We repeat that We have liked the story.
1t is distinctly ingenious and clever. II 1t
is also peculiar, surely there are many who
will approve OF 1t for that very reason.
Another From MIR. Crockett,