The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-12-17

C1urs's. KN ODEsT Dr. John Watson was,
 Wl and yet Representative to any reflection on the fidelity of his own drawing of Scottish character. ventured to say that in my opinion his pictures of life in Drumtochty were too idyilio, and that they would have been stronger if he had not excluded the grim mer strain which. without being as pre- valent as in '-The House with the Green Shutters" does not hide itself in the people themselves. He would not have it so; he was out of his chair at once, sterning me with instances to the con- trary. It was plain that he took him. self for realist, he who in these aniable little stories milked the COW of human. kindness until 1t tottered
 When he was in New York on preach ing and lecturing tour, invited him to luncheon at one of the gayest uptown restaurants. I and David Munro of the North American Review, who had been . classmate of his at Edinburgh univer- sity, called for him at the old Everett house, and he came downstairs to 20 with us in | fancy tweed suit and q scar let scarf, suppose there was not another man in the city that day who looked so little like cleric as he aid
 We boarded car and put him into tho only vacant seat, while we. case-hard- ened, hung by straps and bent over him, laughing and talking. We were absorbed in ourselves until the shrillest voice ever heard saidi If you want to lean on anybody. lean on your friend. Amt he sion, we were shocked and stared into one anothers faces. The voice was that of an untidy, vinegarish. waspish woman seated next to Watson "Did you speak to usr' I asked, abashed
 It repeated the remonstrancs even more sharply, "H you want to lean on any body lean on your biz friend here"
 Mine or Munro's had unconsciously touched her chaste and poignant knees. She sniffed at our profuse and humble apologies, as ws mssi1y straightsned our selves, and ws had not recovered from our shame and mertinoation when she, ar rived A4 her destination. nounced out of the oar, whitening us with ( final poiso1ed arrow from her eye
 watscrfs face filled with amassment. "I couldn't have believed it," he painted "why. have always supposed the Amer jeans to be the politest people in the world;' and over his cigar after luncheon he gave us an instance to justify that opinion
 "As was coming over in the Teutonic. I sat down in the library one afternoon. when the ship was rolling and pitching | good deal, to write some letters Almost immediately a difident-looking young man dropped into a chair by the desk. ana fixed his eyes on me. An hour or more parsed, and he was stiil there, re- turning my occasional and discouragtns kiancss at him with foolish. ingratiating smile. I was inclined to be annoyed had a suspicion that he was . reader of my looks. perhaps An sdmfrsr@dcd only knows why have adnsirersl-cr an auto- wraph hunter. He could wait They gre always with us. lfke the poor. But at last he rese, swept the atr with the cap 1 in his hand. and spske'
 .sHxcase mo, pr. Wasson; I'm rcal sorry to disturb you. but thought ycu'd | like to know that just as soon e you ieft her. Mrs watson fell down ths com pautsnwsy stairs ana gaess Ghs hurt hsrssif prstAy badly TAs sta<GsoA's with her now.~
 "After I had found out that shs wsA 1 only [ little brubed. and had had tiSns to fsasot on that youpe haai.'s eoadsSt, ' sss,nsd % esnssstsaAA. syupathstAe ss1