Los Angeles herald., 1909-09-19

control enough to hide my anguish of fear. I was
afraid of just dying quietly like lady, but not like
Christian and my shame smarted on my skin like
mustard"
He laughed. "Have no more shame of a God given
instinct Believe-serye-lovc! When the time comes
we may both pass in peace, fear forgotten, for you
know who said, 4 will not leave you comfortess, "
and he turned to greet my mother and my husband
We not ten minutes at table before L knew
that in a worldly sense Charles Dickens was the god
of our guests dolatry. We exchanged quotations un-
til the tears of laughter stood in eyes We told
stories fast they trod on anothers heels
told of Dean Holes confession anent the difficulty of
fastening his CATERS and the bestowa of his long
legs while saying his prayers in the sleeping car and
how, not willing to speak them, he had written out
for of the words porters and passengers had
said they fell his legs that crossed the aisle
as lie knelt.
The Bishop told me how his younger daughter posi-
lively coveted his gorgeous Oxford hood to as
an opera wrap; and finally l. who had assumed the
my own table and let another do the entertaining
and marveously well he did 1t. He talked of to-
day. he made sudden trips into the past and brought
back rare memories.
Brief Battle Royal.
Once we had battle royal-brief, but distinctly
warm-over the paternity of a song. He asserted a
New York man had recently composed it. declared
that at the age of six had sung it at school under
the title of "A Rosy Crown" He argued they were
not at all alike. insisted there not different
note between them. He threw himself back in his
chair and hummed it through. l leaned forward on
the table and hummed through my version Don't
you perceive the air is the same?' 1 asked. "Ony
gether, and he tried to hold a down with his
fork pushed it away with a spoon and carried him
on in my version. And when we had finished he
offered Inc the fork, saying, 40 the victor belong
the spoils. am afraid my version is stolen COM
position"
He ate few hasty morsels then, apropos of moth
ing in particular, sad:-'You could not have known
Thackeray?"
NO know only the literary giant, not the sorrow
'In tell you about him." and he described him,
his walk and garments, his suffering through that
poor woman, dead in life who barred him from all
domestic happiness, his broodng tenderness and love
for the little maids he toiled for, and then gave
us limitations of him on the platform, his tone, his
pronunciation his pauses and hesitations. 1t was
delightful Later succeeded in getting the Bishop
to initiate person knew well, and by its excellence
measured the vraisemblance of the first portrait
and l feel that that day l and heard
William Makepeace Thackeray through the medium
of his friends memory and mimicry
once he told story that would have been old when
my hus and beating his rattle My mothe. raised
astonish4d eyes; she had heard that story in
the Canadian woods in her girlhood. 1t steep,
too, having to do with the misreadng of Holy Writ.
1t ended and for the first time laughter rang little
fat Then, forgetfu of his cloth, his dignity, and
moved thereto by that jeering imp which is
long absent from me, silently pushed the saltcellar
toward him.
Thanks, have" he began with a little negative
wave of the hand, then halted. His gray blue eyes
fairly tWinked as he continued calmly THAT story
is to be taken absolutely without salt thought you
noticed it was time cured-dried, you know, like
jerked beefp- "And tough" added, and there our
laughter not 1at.
He devoted few moments to his cheese and
toasted pilot bread Il am an Engishman for
cheese he laughed, "and Il Turk for coffee" He
glanced outside. what great piazza you have out
there! What shade and view!
"That," l said, "is where, in big willow chair
you arc going to rest and smoke"
He turned and turned his wineglass as he asked
teasngly How do you know l smoker
Il don't know; am only using a woman's inalien-
able right TO jump at things l make picture of you
in my mind with very good, very strong cigar
between your lips and it looks natural and to
belong there" He laughed-laughed twice Besides.
eighty out of a hundred brainy men smoke The
only time ever want to be man is when l
who is very tired light up and draw the first long