The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-08-26
NEW hooks.
An M, n, Draddsu Story.

An M. q. BPadden story.
Some OF tho old names are properly re-
menbered, We have taken up with pleas.
ure and very respectfully .The Rose OF
Life M. e. Braddon (Brentanos). Daniel
Lester tho poet here, Immediately In
terested U.S. He was Of the heaven born
kind. He had dramatic qualifications and
lived poetry az well a. wrote It, He was
large and massive, AZ IL seems to VI that
a poet needs to be II he Is going to give
body to his ideals In everyday practice.
We had much rather be six feet four than
four feet six II we were bent upon going
about and being . poet obviously. II 10
painful to think what humiliations may
befall q small poet insistent upon self
revelations In promisouous company.
Our Daniel was safe enough. Hs was
large enough, and he had the other especial
gifts necessary 10 carry the matter through.
We have found ourselves envying his ap-
petite and his capacity to bear Oh the re-
suits Of the same. Ortolans. goose livers,
champagne, We dare say Welsh rabbits
and old ale-he carried them all comfort
ably OF in his capacious and gifted In
terror and thought sublime poetry on the
strength OF them. On the shores OF the
Mediterranean, in select places, after gorg-
ing himself, no walked homo under the
stars and dashed Cd poetry that his i'm
posing reputation enabled him to sell -
prices that would have been exorbitAnt
for any other commodity. What docs
the story ssy3 At page IS We read:
sHe had caroused with frtendA and ad-
mirers at Monte Carlo till after midnight,
and then. on coming home In tho quiet
hours, when the world sleeps and the stars
are brightest he had hung himself upon
q quire OF foolscap - tiger ON biz prey.
and had written In white heat OF inspira-
ton, throwing sheet after sheet OF bis
large, heavy writing, on the floor. TIL It.
croaked? nAy-"was oarpetsd With the
rough drafts Of his story psem. II was
his habit to write thus with flying pen,
and afterward to lick his worse into shape,
as the she bear lcks hsr young, and with
an epicurean enjoyment Of his own gsnias. ,
He enjoyed himself and was Interesting
at both ends Of the expanse OF his conscious
moments. He Uttered his room with
precious and measured thoughts before
he laid his large head on . downy pillow.
At noon he awoke with = placid craving
for chocolate and bread and butter. The
chocolate was abundant and dehcately
served the rolls were numerous. with white
insides; the butter was iced. and an ador-
ing wife, who had brought . gratifying
dowry, spread the fair rolls with the cold
butter. There Is 10y In being . poet II
one knows exactly how.
Our poet returning homo In the early
hours took note Of the scented night and
Of the waning moon. AThe moon is old, >
he murmured. "She lies on her back like
q tired creature" His thoughts took
melancholy direction. He was Jeremiah.
He lamented. He annexed. He saw . girl Of
good figure throw herself into the tideless
sea. He got her out. He took her homo
and delivered her into the care Of his middle
class sensible wife. He bestowed upon
her the name Of the Sea Anemone. He got
rich lady-Lady Beauminster-to take her
az eoverness to three dihicult Chinese
poodle dogs. He investigated the case Of the
Sea Anemone's mother. That lady he
discovered had led the life Of beautiful
and thoughtless creature. She had cult
waited low company for the sake Of suppers
with wine and board and chances at the
Monte Carlo games. Tho Sea Anenone
herself had boon married, but happily
she was not bomden. Her husband,
music hall singer Of Spanish extraction,
was a bigamist. already burdened with q
drunken wife. The Sea Anemone forsook
him promptly when the wife In question
presented herself and made row in the
public street.
We must confess to being cory for Lady
Beauminster. She married for money.
She got IL. She became . widow shortly.
Her lover, . soldier In India. might have
had her at the end Of seven years, . period
that did not half deter the scriptural Jacob.
Gen. Sir Malcolm Belford overlooked her
when he came home. We consider 1t
no excuse for him that his liver had been
touched. We believe he was 10 when he
turned from Lady Beauminster to the
governess Of Lady Beauminster's dogs.
the Sea Anemone. He turned from q rich
and gifted woman, . beautiful woman, too.
Where else could the General have had tea
more pleasantly served than at Lady Beau
minister's house in the Riviera She had
even brought exotic attractions to that
already suffioient place Of abode. Dapiel,
the poet, knew. He loved to 60 to Lady
Beauminster's for goose liver sandwiches
and tea. We read:
LADY Beauminster was sitting In low
chair in the veranda Of the japanese tea
house, q fairylike edihoe which had been
brought over In packing oasss from the
f,owery isles and set up In this southern
Garden where It seemed In It's right place
against background Of tall. black stemmed
bamboos. The lady's dark blue satin
tea gown, scrawled over with gold and
scarlet embroidery. had q certain Japanese
air which harmonized with her dark beauty.
The face, worn by a decade Of intense life.
had perhaps more Of distinction than Of
absolute beauty. The oval contour and
soft lines Of youth had sharpened into .
chiseled keenness as Of bronze, and all that
there was Of originality and power in the
features and expression had become &C.
centuated by the burning Of tho flame with
in. psniel read her like book, and knew
how much Of life WEAKNESS and suppressed
passion those worn lines indicated.
Daniel knew, but Sir Malcolm was either
uninstructed or careless. He was within
a year Of the BALI century. Sharp chiseling
was not so particularly to his notion. He
looked through his probable spectacles
kkA a