New-York tribune., 1905-11-28

Il get every one Of his books" she went on.
my favor nes rn Thev ar from the ode on the
Duke Of Clarence's influenza, of which he ultl-
nately died:
AGnF M E the 5o giFfs the s!e2sro nssssss came
She laughed as if she had stumbled on the
eonpiet for the first time while SUPPRESSED "a a
with her mouth closed was pretty and ordinary
with II open she was lovely and an individual
fsd been completely taken in by ner oido,t ocf
vas symbolic. Elizabeth's pen has consistently
| duped the world into believing her a selfish
snob drowned in egotism and void Of the milk
Of human kindness. But l had not known her
long before realizing this attitude to be sneer
pose prompted by the same abnormal modesty
that has kept her unknown.
Il really do owe something to the Laureate
| thouEn,' Elizabeth went on FOR Veronlcas
Garden suggested my first book TO me-
Ny hostess forgot herself so far as to give me
some insight into her methods.
Like the Apostle Paul. never think before
| hand what am TO say I simply take pad on
my lap and put down what comes. OF course
never show a line to any one, not even 10 ths
Man of Wrath When I've finished book and
sent it off to the publisher. I may perhaps tell
him the title. Then, if I'm interested I get
copy and read it
| made sure that she did not often take this
latter step, for she failed to recognize several
illusions from her works, which had craInned
for the occasion
Literary success, declared my elnnIhe COuIl-
| sellor, lis a perfectly easy matter. Just lve
somewhere off the beaten track; then write
about it simply. Afterward," she urged, come
play in my garden and recUperate"
Once more she returned to her hobby OF inde-
pendence and ended: Beware Of marriage.
It is a milestone around the neck"
Then she looked up at the Man of Wrath. But
refutation Of that passage in the German Car
den which ends by quoting:
Two paradses twere in one
To live in paradise alone"
The garden-but why should attempt a de-
scription that Elizabeth has done exquisitely,
so truthfully. and so eloquently? Suffice 1t to
say that the Man owns sixty thousand acres ana
that the Gracious Ones descriptions tend to-
After supper we all walked over to see the
harvest dance in ore Of the farm buildings. the
peasants were dumping heavily around in their
! hob-nailed shoes to the witching strains Of two
trumpets and a valve trombone; whlle on
long table outside pigs feet and sauerkraut
and other delcacies were being prepared tcf
the harvest supper.
AS soon as our party was seen the music
ceased and there was a rush for the door, While
the Man of Wrath beat hasty retreat from
threatening opportunities for oratory. Then the
field overseer proposed to the tenants three
times three for their vanished lord, and, to the
strains of 'rFIoch soil er leben," the demonstra-
ton was led off by the band.
Identical wishes were expressed for EIlzapeth,
and the whole show was gone over once more
for the babies Fortunately, it was DARK, tor
the three instruments were playing IN dlHe1ent
KEYS, and this combined with the gravity OF the
peasants was too much for any Of US. A dead
silence fell on the assembly. and Elizabeth, IN
the absence Of the Man. felt called upon to re"
spond.
''Ich danke vielmals," said she, in very small
and uncertain voice. In spite of the comedy. the
isolation Of this brilliant English woman, far
from her kind in forgotten corner of the world,
struck just then as peculiarly pathetlc--aA
the more because she was so blithely making
the most of the situation
After breakfast was admitted to her den,
and made several discoveries-that she knew
deal about art that she had read with zest
much difficult philosophy; that her judgment
was somewhat erratic- She looked up from the
abysses Of First Principles" to deny that any
good thing could come out Of Tennyson. to say
that good music gave her a painful premonitio1
that she was about to swell up and burst and
TO assert that Browning always seemed to write
in an urbane, after dinner mood But. for all
her originality found her the most tolerant OF
controversialists. One might argue with her all
day, but Quarrel-never'
asked her about her writing. "Oh, dont!"
she exclaimed, pulling long face .! haven't
touched ii for nine months. It's too beautlful
here; my garden doesn't leave me time for max
ing books except in winter. Besides It's such
hard work. I simply have to scourge myself to
my pencil"
'rBut it all seems so spontaneous" objected.
like fortunate first draft
Simply the result Of cruel labor" answered
Elizabeth. She shuddered little How dld
have to olod over that enefactress-months
and months II was awful.
Malicious persons have declared that Eliza
beth has no love for anything but herself and
land had decided that the soul of my hostess
was full Of loves which. II were matheInatl-
clan, I would formulate somewhat as follows:
The IAebsr Gott, the Of W. the babies. @ cent
humanity il general tac, Inguif. dosj., ls
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