The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1909-08-12

spy overheard Tracy's phone. Well, /
shall warn Millicent--with a fog-horn!"
The way he warned Millicent has
been related. But from Millicent he
detected to another subject-the i'm
pulse OF confession being strong upon
him. He freed his mind about the
stains on Cary MERGERS cuffs; and,
when at last he sought Millicent he
was in his soul praising his aunt for a
wise old woman. After justice was
disarmed by his miscomprehension OF
Millicent's words, he took out his
cigarette case and began pacing the
garden walks, smoking and humming
a little Spanish love song. far older
than the statehood OF California.
The words belonged to the air
which he had whistled a weary week
ago. Young Tracy came along. and
caught up the air. although he was
innocent Of Spanish; he had his man
dolin on his arm; he proffered II TO the
colonel.
Miss Janet has been singing coon
songs to his nibs. who Is really getting
almost human" he observed afably;
well. little patience and interest
will reveal new possibilities OF the
| Fireless Stovel In man or metal.
Shall we get under his nibs' window
and give him the 'Bedouin Love Song
and Picked Me a Lemon in the Gar
den OF Love and the Sextette from
Lucia and other choice selections? He
seemed TO be sitting up and taking no
tlce! let's lift him above the sordld
thoughts OF Wall street and his plans
for busting other financiers."
The soldier gave this perslfiage no
answer; his own thoughts were far
from gay. He stood drinking in the
beauty OF the April night. The air
was wonderfully hushed and clear;
and the play OF the moonlight on the
great heliotrope bushes and the rose
trees, which dangled their clusters of
| yellow and white over the stone para
| pets OF the balconies, tinted the leaf
age and flickered delicately over the
tracery OF shadow on the gray walls.
Not cloud fecked the vast aerial
landscape-only stars beyond stars,
through unfathomaNle depths Of dim
violet. and beneath the stars a pale
moon swimming low ia the heavens;
one could see II between the spandrels
Of the arches spanning the colonnade.
Aunt Rebecca in black lace and
| jewels was fitting with the world in
general and Millicent Winter in par.
ticular she displayed Aer most cyni-
cal mood. She hae demolished
democracy: had planted herself firmly
on the basic doctrine that the virtues
cultivated by slavery fer outnumber
its inseparable vices; and that most
| people. ~ not all. need a master: had
been pirturesquely and inaccurately
eloquent on the subject of dynamite
(which che pronounced the logical
| fourth dimension OF liberty. fraternity
and equality; had put the yellow rich
where they belonged. and the red
anarchists mainly under the sod; and
she had abolished the Fourth OF July
| 10 the last sputter OF fire-cracker;
thence by easy transitions she had
extolled American art (which Ameri-
can patrons were too ignorant 20 APP
prec'ate). deplored American music
| 1.-THE trouble isn't that II is canned"
says she. but that II was spoiled be
fore they canned itl") and was now
driving a chariot OF fire through
; American literature; as for the acad-
/, emics, they never said what they
; thought, but only what they thought
! they ought to think; and they always
I mistook anemia for refinement, as an
other school mistook yelling and per.
spring for vigor.
Just as Winter modestly entered
the arena, no less a parsonage than
Henry James was under the wheels.
Janet Smith had modestly confessed
% believing him a consummate artist;
md Milllcent in an orotund voice de-
,lared that he went deep, deep down
nto the mysteries Of life.
IL don't deny Il; he ought TO get
down deep" returned Aunt Rebecca
n her gentlest. softest utterance;
he's always boring"
Mrs. Melville's suppressed agitation
lade her stays creak
do you really think that James is
not a great artist?" she breathed.
Il think he rs not worth while"
Wow" cried Tracy. "Oh. say"
Aunt Rebecca; you cannot mean
=" this was Mrs. Melville, choking
with horror.
Ellis STYLE" repeated the unmoved
iconoclast, his style has the remains
OF great beauty; all his separate
phrases. II you wish, are gems; and
he is a literary lapidary; but his sen
fences are so subtle, so complex. so
intricately compounded. and so dis
oursive that / get a pain in the back
of my neck before | find out what he
may mean; and then-I don't agree
with him! Now is is worth while to
put in so much hard reading only to
be irritated%
4. 81 beg pardon" Winter interposed
with masculine pusillanimity evading
takes sides in the question at issue
Il thought we were going TO have
some music; why don't you boys give