The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-08-12

and at other places In Europe. where one
needs to be pretty resplendent to shine
efectually. She blessed Cousin Robert
at the last. An exceedingly vivacious
story.
Duncan and Others OF Clenoro.
Canada Is the scene Of Marian Keith's
story Of Duncan Polite, the Waterman
of Glenoro" (Fleming H. Revell Company.
Duncan's last name was Mcdonald, but the
McDonnlds, and even the Duncan McDon-
aids were numerous in Glenoro and he was
called Duncan Polite to the end that 1t might
the more easily be gathered which Duncan
and which Mcdonald he was when people
were speaking Of him. All the McDonalds
In Glenoro, indeed, were provided with
some additional name Of strong charac-
terization, and 1t is said to be OF record that
old Ian McAllister, the schoolmaster, in
summoning culprits before him for punish
ment, would call out some such matter as:
-Fiddlin' Archie's Archie, an Squintin
Archie's Duncan, an you. Black Sandy
More, come up here or Ah'll smash every
curse O. a Mcdonald In the SCHOOL,
At the third page Of this story we find
our Duncan Polite sitting OF a Sabbath
morning in the doorway Of his domicile
piously engaged. A ponderous leather
bound Bible lay open on his knees as he
sat on the doorstep upon which, before
sitting, he had oughtfully spread large
red handkerchief for the protection Of his
Sunday clothes. He was an old man and
a bachelor, but he kept his house orderly
and clean. The garden path was swept,
the floor OF the log shanty was spotless,
the dishes and tho bare pine table shone.
The collie dog, an afectionate and faithful
animal, dozed with his nose between his
paws, wagging his tail now and then with
q moderation suited to the day. The scene
was peaceful and beautiful. Rich farm
lands spread about. Lake Simcoe on the
horizon to the SOUTH and Lake Orc on the
horizon to the north, clear and blue, winked
through the sharp tops Of the frs. The
white road that passed Duncan's farm
wound down through the shady depths OF
a lovely valley, twisting in and out among
the elms, and on through the village, where
the smokestack Of the sawmill, the church
spire and the chmneys Of the houses lift
themselves above those very dearly priced
purveyors Of tho kindly fruits Of the earth.
the green orchards.
As old Donald sat feeling deep in his soul
the poetry of the Psalm, -He maketh me to
lie down IN green pastures, He leadeth me
beside the still waters,' that earnest Pres
byterian and truculent man Of the Scottish
Lowlands, Andrew tombstone. came down
the road. Andrew was 10, but erect and
brisk, and he carried a stout stick, with which
he belabored the air and decapitated the
weeds when he was hot with argument.
Tho story calls him q stern and upright
man and a terror to evildoers; moreover.
a man $50 prone to carry out all the law
and the prophets by physical force that
he had earned among tho irreverent youth
OF the community the name OF Splinterin'
Andra,'" Duncan and Andrew walked away
to church together after Andrew had Ia
mented In his vigorous and cholerio manner
the perversity and the hopeless state OF the
rising generation.
Tho story describes the Presbyterian
Church at Glenore and the scene within
It on that Sunday morning The church
was bare, white structure, grand in the
eyes OF the old folks who attended 1t, but
in the opinion Of the younger members
much inferior to the brick church In which
the Methodists worshiped. Everything
inside was very severe. Tho two rows
Of long. stiff, black pews, the high, box
like pulpit, the little cage for the preoentor.
q few oil lamps on brackets along the walls,
and the huge black stove, with Its weary
length OF pipes did not delight the eye.
The young folks wanted . number Of
changes. They wanted to dispense with
the precentor-a most capable vocalist
of the name OF McNabb, q blacksmith by
trade--and have an organ and choir, after
A. - hA Mnkh0Slaka ThAv
liked much that was In the Methodist
church. In that smart place Of worship
1the walls were papered. the pulpit plat
form was covered with a gay carpet, two
shining brass chandeliers were suspended
from the ceiling" and the story even says
that the bordering Of red and blue panes
about the frosted glass windows was
"lurid," though We think that this must be
. mistake.
Much trouble resulted from the differ
enoe In taste that existed In the Glenoro
Presbyterian Church In the respect Of
decoration and music. II Is all considered
with a very sensitive appreciation In the
story. Miss Cotton. the dressmaker
described as "the chief dress and mischief
maker In the village thought that Wee
Andra. son of old Andra. would be good
envoy to set before his father the feeling
OF the young folks regarding an organ.
Wee Andra was six feet four In his moe
casins, but he promptly declined the mis-
sion. The old mans opinion regarding
al organ In the church wac well known:
most OF his opinions. indeed. were we'll
known. Tho story says that 'the very
mention Of an instrument made BY man