The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1909-06-24


spy overheard Tracy's phone. Well. !
shall warn Millicent-with fog hornl"
The way he warned Mllllcent has
been related. but from Milllcent he
detected TO another subiect--tha i'm.
pulse OF confession being strong upon
him. He freed his mind about the
stains on Cary MERGERS Guns; and.
when at last he sought Milliccnt he
was In his soul praising his aunt Cor a
wise old woman. After Justice was
dlsarmed by his miscomprehension OF
Milllccnts words. he took out his
cigarette case and began pacing the
garden walks. smoking and hummlng
a little Spanish love song. far older
than tho statehood OF California.
The words belonged 20 the air
which he had whistled a weary week
ago. Young Tracy came along. and
caught up the air. although no was
innocent OF Spanish. he had his man.
dolln on his arm: he preferred u to the
colonel.
Miss Janet has been singing coon
songs TO his nibs. who Ii really getting
almost human" he observed anably:
well. a little patience and interest
will reveal new possibilities OF the
Firclcss Stoyel In man or metal.
Shall we &c, under his nibs' window
and ave him the 'ncdOuln Love Song
and I Picked Nc a Lemon In the Gar.
den % Love and the Scxtctte from
Lucia' and other choice selcotionsi lie
seemed TO be sitting up and taking no
tlce, let's IN him above the sordid
thoughts Of Wall street and his plans
for busting other flnanclcrs."
The soldier gave this persinage no
answer; his own thoughts were far
from gay. lie 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 heliotropc bushes and the rose
trees. which danglcd their clusters OF
yellow and white over tho stone para
pets OF the balconies. tinted the leaf.
age and fiickered deiicately over tho
traccry OF shadow ON tho gray walls.
Not cloud hecked the vast aerial
landscape-Only stars beyond stars.
through unfathomahle depths of dim
violet. and beneath the stars a pale
moon swimming low In the heavens:
one could see Il between the ppandrcis
% tho arches spanning tho colonnade.
Aunt Rebecca In black lace and
jewels was fitting with the world in
general and Millicent Winter In par.
ucular; she displayed her most cyni
cal mood. She had demolished
democracy: had planted herself firmly
ON the basic doctrine that the virtues
cultivated by slavery far outnumber
liz inseparable vices: and that most
people. N not all. need a master: had
been picturesquely and inaccuratcly
eloquent on the subject Of dynamite
(which she 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 hrccracker:
thence by easy transitions she had
extolled American art (which Ameri-
can patrons we're too Ignorant TO ap
preciato). deplorcd American music
| THE trouble Isn't that Il Is canned, ("
says she. but that Il was spoiled be
fore they canned it!'D and was now
driving a chariot OF ere through
American literature; as for the aead
emics. they never said what they
thought. but only what they thought
they ought TO think; and they always
mistook anomla 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
TO believing him a consummate artist
and Nillicent in an orotnnd voice de
clared that he went deep. deep down
into the mysteries OF life.
Il don't deny Il; he ought 10 get
down deep" returned Aunt Rebecca
IN her gentlest. soNest utterance:
hes always boring.1
Mrs. Melvilles suppressed agitation
made her stays creak.
DO you really think that James Is
not a great artist?" she breathed.
Il think he Is not worth while"
Wow" cried Tracy. "oh. I say"
Aunt Rebecca; you cannot mean
=" this was Mrs. Melville. choking
with horror.
Ills style" repeated the unmoyed
ioonoclast. 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 80 subtle. so complex, so
intricately compounded. and so dis
cursive that | get pain In the back
OF my neck before find out what he
may mean; and them don't agree
with himl Now Is is worth while 10
put In so much hard reading only 10
be irritated?"