The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-07-22
A Book In . Gale"

1t used to be described as gale" when
lot of girls at a picnic or other social
gathering fell to screaming and laugh
ing and talking in high voices at u high
rate of speed The impression afforded
by ten or a dozen girls in q gale was that
of a harmless but definite madness. 1t
can hardly be said that the ear was pleased
or that the intelligence was gratifled, but
certainly any auditor and observer OF
gale felt his blood stirred and his wonder
excited. The nerves Of people are not
all alike, and some doubtless would be
reluctant to expose themselves to a gale.
Such We do not address, unless, passin ely,
to warn them, but to the hardy, to those
blessed with something of the Nem@an
lions nervous system, we do not hesitate
to recommend Richard Fisguill's story of
-The Venus of Cadiz" Henry Holt Il Coz.
which is literary gale if we ever saw one.
Here we have Col. Norris, and Capt.
Malepesta, and Capt. Bsherig, and Jim
Turnbull the novelist, and Tim Stone
the mushroom farmer, and Lucille Went
worth Of New York city, who are the very
elements Of a gale and who make gale
all the time. The pretty girl Susan is the
Venus Of the title-the Venus Of Cadiz,
XIV. The third chapter describes the
meeting between the two young ladies
that we have named on the morning after
Miss Wentworths arrival at Cadiz. We
must extract briefly from this chapter
although we blush the very brightest Of
colors as we do it:
when Lucille awoke next morning, the
first thing she saw was a head OF mu CHI
tangled yellow hair, which bent over her.
The opportunity was too good to be lost.
Miss Wentmore reached up, buried her
hands in the soft, fluffy hair, pulled the
face toward her and kissed it, The act
was no unlocked for that the body support
ing the yellow head lost it's balance and
tumbled on the bed. Miss Wentmore
loosed the fluffy hair and took hold lower
down, hugging with all her might.
Are you SUSAN she asked.
Susan lau ghed.
why don't you kiss me-? questioned
Miss Wentmore.
Susan obeyed, like child.
Mot on the forehead, on my lips
""There!' said Susan, still laughing.
".Now hug me tight! directed Miss
Wentmore.
And she continued, as Susan loosed
her arms, hold on to me. | hear your
neATU Dedl-tnuHip, "yb
what a bust 1t shakes when you laugh
But hold to me, don't let me go!
Susan straightened out on the bed and
drew Lucie's frail body to her. 1t was the
first time in her life anybody had begged
her for affection. And suddenly, without
warning, Susan's Eent girlhood broke forth.
Lucille felt herself caught up, az by a
whirlwind.
-Oh, sob rent, tear dampened kisseS!
1T was heavenly. Miss Wentmore joined
in, and cried to break her heart.
I'm only "a she vowed to Susan
The gale endures all through the book.
The wind blows high. We think we have
never known it to blow higher. Stone.
the mushroom farmer, is az uncontaned
| and as incoherent as the females. A more
feverish cultivator never held conversation
with his dog (see seventh chapter). Stone
says at the beginning Of the ninth chapter
Pap has delirium tremens, Pete has gone
crazy, Pup is trying to perpetrate joke
and I'm n fool" That however is only
a ra";ifl .tatcmcnt OF matters il this has
| tory. $; 81, who wa destined FOR Tim,
| tha a,,h, I'm wa jim, Luc.!o loved Jim