The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1907-08-18
he FuIInesS Of the Heart ~

original plot Characterization-the best you have
done Observation-Disclosures good, except for
few weak points which might be strengthened
by few changes and touches. It good story.
except"
81 can write English can't II" interrupted Dave
81 have always told you." said the editor, that
you had style"
Then the trouble is the
Same old thing" said Editor Westbrook. you
work up to your climax like artist. And then
you turn yourself into a photographer. 1 don't
know what of obstinate madness possesses
you Shack, but that is what you do with every
thing that you write No. will retract the COM
parison with the photographer. Now and then
photography in spite it's impossible perspective
manages to record a feeting glimpse of truth. But
you spoil every denouement by those fiat, drab
obliteratng strokes of your brush that 1 have
often complained of. If you would rise to the
literary pinnacle your dramatic scenes, paint
in the high colors that art requires. the post
would leave fewer bulky, self-ad dressed enve-
lopes at your door"
ooh fddIes and footlights," cried Dave, de-
risively. you've got that old sawmill drama kink
in your brain yet When the with the black
mustache kidnaps golden-haired Bessie you are
bound to have the mother kneel and raise her
hands in the spotlight and say: May high heaven
witness that l will rest neither night day till
the heartless villain that has stolen child feels
the weight of mothers vengeance"
Editor Westbrook conceded smile of imper-
vious compacency.
81 think, said he. that in real life the
would express herself in those words or in very
similar ones"
Not in a six hundred nights run anywhere but
on the stage" said Dave, hoty. I'll tell you what
she'd say in real life. She'd say: What! Bessie
led away by a strange man? Good Lord, It's
one trouble after another! Get my other hat.
must hurry around to the police-station. Why
know? For Gods sake, get out of my way I'll
never get ready Not that hat-the brown one
with the velvet bows. Bessie must have been
crazy she's usually shy of strangers. Is that too
much powder? LordyI How I'm upset.!
That's the way she'd talk continued Dave.
people in life don't fly into heroics and blank
at emotional crises. They simply can't do
it. If they talk at all such occasions they draw
from the vocabulary that they every day.
and mudde up their words and ideas little more,
that's ALL"
Shack said Editor Westbrook impressively,"
did you pick up the mangled and lfeless form
of a child from under the fender of street-car,
and carry it in your and lay it down before
the distracted mother? Did you do that and
listen to the words of grief and despair they
flowed spontaneously from her lips?"
81 never did said Dave did your"
well, no. said Editor Westbrook, with slight
frown. But 1 we'll imagine what she would
say"
$50 can l." said Dave.
And now the fitting time had come for Editor
Westbrook to play the oracle and silence his
opinionated contributor. was not for an I'M
arrived ctionis to dictate words to be uttered by
the heroes and herones of the Minerva Magazine.
contrary to the theories of the editor thereof.
MY dear Shack" said he, 'if 1 know anything
of life / know that every sudden, deep and tragic
emotion in the human heart calls forth Apostle
concordant comfortable and proportionate express
ion of feeling. How much of this inevitable
between expression and feeling should attributed
to nature and how much to the influence Of art, 1t
would be difficult to say. The sublimely terrible
Of the lioness that has been deprived of her
cubs is dramatically far above her customary
whine and purr the kingly and transcendent
utterances of Lear above the his senile
yaporings. But it is also true that all and
have what may be called a sub-conscous
dramatic that is awakened by a sufficiently
deep and powerful emotion-a sense unconsciously
acquired from literature and the stage that prompts
fitting their Importance and historionic value
And, in the name Of the seven sacred saddle
blankets of Sagittarius where did the stage and
literature get the stunt?" asked Dave.
From life answered the editor, triumphantly.
The story writer rose from the bench and gesti-
culated eloquently but dumbly. He was beggared
for words with which to formulate adequately his
dissent.
On bench by a frowsy loafer opened his
red eyes and perceived that his moral support wac
due a downtrodden brother
Punch him one, Jack" he called hoarsely to
Dave. Watts he come maxim noise like penny
arcade for amongst gen lenen that comes in the
Square to set and Think"
Editor Westbrook looked at his watch with an
affected show of leisure.
Tell me-" asked Dave, with trucuent anxiety
what especial faults in The Alarun of the Soul
caused you to throw it DOWN.
when Gabriel Murray said westbrook. "goes
TO his telephone and is told that his fancee has
been shot by burglar, he says do not recall the
exact words, but"
'I do" said Dave. He says: Damn Central;
she always cuts off, (And then to his friend)
Say. Tommy does thirty-two bullet make big