The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1905-10-12

hasn't gone over to Philistia by that
age It's because he's made a financial
failure I began this way because I
liked 1t, and now can't get away"
Lindsay established himself In q
smaller room on the same floor OF the
house, where he could have the bene1s
Of his friends counsel and the q e Of
his typewriter. and he spent the -es o.
the afternoon in unpacking and se.-
Ting himself Russell was writ =.
hard and made no ap. ca ance til eve !
Ing. when he came in to take Lindsa. ,
out to dinner.
We'll go to Zinfandel's place" he
said. ITS cheap: it's got as mitch B
hemian color as anywhere. and you'll
probably see some men there whom It
will be useful to know"
The big basement restaurant was
full Of men when they arrived. the Gig.
arctic smoke was already curling mp,
and there was q rattle of dishes and
conversation.
"Ah. there's McGannr' exclaimed
Russell. gesticulating to late conner.
who nodded over the intervening heads
and made his way to a seat at their
table Lindsay had heard Of him as
the editor Of the Gray Leaf. the apos-
tie Of symbolism in unsymbolic New
York
Lindsay felt little shy about join
ing in the conversation that followed.
most Of which was upon men and 10
cal literary matters beyond his knowl.
edge Anxious to say something. he
caught at the hrst name he recoe
nized.
isn't that the maM who has just
come out with a new version Of Omar.
In hendecasyllabics or somethingr'
"Ah, yes" said Russell a. Tho Wild
ass stamps o'sr his head but cannot
break his sleep But he can do bully
translation sometimes. Did you see
his version Of La Citta Mortar"
"D'Annunzio's. isn't IT. No. dSnt
read DAnnunzio. I am unable to sec
why moral and physical pervers'on and
disease should pose as literature
even
"S-shv' interrupted Russell You
must not say those things to McGAnn.
He won't let you contribute to hia
magazine"
ITS the old question-art and
ethics" McGann observed WEAKLY.
But that was no merely abstract
question to Lindsay. He had thought
upon it to exhaustion. The justidca-
tion Of his whole conduct Of life hung
upon its answer. and he entered upon
a statement Of the necessary and es-
sential morality Of art and. as corol.
larry. Of the artist. 1t was not particu.
larly original. and It was colored viii
the peculiar crudity of the man who
believed in all his convictions.
Nobody seemed inclined to pursue
the subject any further when he
stopped. but Lindsay. flushed with hia
discourse. Joined largely In the succeed
ing talk. attempted epigrams and tried
to show that he was not the raw out
slider he might appear.
/ Lindsay could not sleep for hour.
after he went to bed. Physical fatigue
the novelty Of his late experiences. thu
consciousness that he was entering al
last upon the real struggle Of his life
excited his overtaxed nerves. and thert
was a depressing undercurrent q
alarm at the complexity and speed q
! the strange currents upon which h,
had cast himself
Russell had advised him to Loaf
about for few days till he should be
gin to feel at hoc.e. and next day h,
loafed assiduously-up and dow1
Broadway from Madison square t,
the Battery. along the water front and
in that amazing whirlpool that sw1rl
daily rouEI the placid tower Of r:init.
church. he was not much refreshed
thereby. The tur-.9ol of conAictin;
energies stunned his nervous system
and hammered into his soul the sens
Of the terrific speed Of the race TO
existence here where the race was t
the strong The icea of failure over
took him with a -pecies Of terror. n
seemed to zee himself falling beneatl
an avalanche Of he knew not wha
! filthy AMI abominable but all but IRE
sistible forces. He had not made muc
progress toward feeling at home. bu
he began to experience restless d.
sire to be at work without furthe
waste Of the precious time.
He declined to go to Zinsandel's tha
night 50 Russell wen. alone. ans
meeting McGann at the doo:. they wen
in together.
where's your friend:" inquired til
editor. Il like a man with conviction
Does not his presence make you fet
like the iulest Of decorative objects
mere flower. little vioietY'
''I'll tel you what 1t does do. Nj
Gann-it rl,,kes me mld!' calculate
Russell, sitting up and forgetting III
soup. You and Lindsay are My o.,
est friends. suppose. and ! woa.dn
tell this to any one else. but. by Jov
!. it's worth telling. He and were N 4
|. same class at Ya.e. and ever, %.
0 thought there was no end to his gal.u
Z Oh. know what college Reputable
z Is! But tell you he turned out stoi
or two and some poems that the be
+ man living m.gatn't have been ashar
b ed to sign He had things In the be
a magazines. and his style had just tn
). brightness that always makes a b
Q We had always cherished the plan
e settling down here or in Boston al
), writing for al we were worth. but
) got married year after he graduate
Il and had to do it alone. knew B