Arizona republican., 1908-11-08

For the next few weeks watched Bellamy Gris tack saw many more signs of the influence oi Moko. I came to the conclusion that the influence was merely in his sentiments and emotions; his brain power was as strong asever. He finished his volume of poems and despatched it to his editor. Editha was hurt, and think deeply hurt, though she was too high-souled to complain, by the fact that he had not shown her single poem in 1t. Be- fore she had been his constant confidante and ad- visor in matters poetical. and had always striven. for. like Homer, he sometimes nodded, to keep him at his highest level of grave seriousness. . few days later I suffered another shock I was walking in our little town with him when a mulatto woman passed us. He gripped my arm and cried. Good heavens Hickman! What beau tiful creaturei What features!"
 It was the Simian type that appealed; and my blood ran cold. turned and fairly dragged him along homewards.
 We had just reached home one day after an- other walk, and were entering the house. when the sound of hurried footsteps made me pause and turn my head. dapper little with very pale face, carrying package under his arm, opening the garden gate.
 Hello, here's Blick,' said Bellamy Grist and I caught ring of discomfort in his tone.
 The publisher skipped up to us in the hall and without word or greeting cried MT. Grist! What does this mean? What does this mean?"
 What does what mean?" said Bellamy.
 This book-this dreadful book" cried the pub fisher
 Whats the matter with the book?" said Bel lamy Grist cheerfully; and he opened the door of his study and We all went in
 The matter! The matter!" cried Blck. slam- ming the package down on the table and beginning to strip on the wrappings. We bought volume of serious poetry from you; and this is humorous! humorous,"
 Well, if this doesn't beat the Dutch" said Bel lamy Grist. Its nothing of the kind"
 Blick turned over the leaves of the MS quickly,
 
 And-this poem, The Joy of Nuts.' And-and- this one, Up Tree! And this one-waere is it? re-'Freedom'-aII about freedom from the from insectsl"
 Well, what's the matter with them? They're all right" said Bellamy Grist tartly.
 But we didn't want this kind of thing, We wanted poetry-serious poetry-the-the noble sort of stun the American market expects from you"
 Bellamy Grist grinned at him. an angry grin that barred his teeth -nd said in a rising voice, Ah, If youd only told me so, I'd have told you wasn't writing any more of that trash. Why can't read my previous volumes," He snatched out of the shelf and banged it down beside the MS. They're all about nothing at all. But this Is all right; this is the real thing I've always said that poetry should be the expression of genuine emo tion: and this volume is the expression of gen. uine emotion. Take this Ode to d Ripe Banana and compare it with my ode to President president is not like that, and nobody ever felt about him like that. But ripe banana Is like this; and feel about 1t just like this-every healthy human being must Besides ripe banana is beautiful thing, and proper subject for poetry; a president is not beautiful thing and a proper subject for poetry. And this Freedom again-have you ever in the summer been troubled by fea?"
 What" screamed Blick above Beamy Grist's thunderous roar. Are you seriously defending this dreadful poetry? Have you no care for your splendid reputaton-for-for the great success you have had in the American market?" > "Oh, they're all right" said Bellamy Grst.
 They're not all right And we won't publish this book! It won't sell, You must refund the fifty thousand dollars! We'll bring an action against you to recover it!" howled Blick.
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