Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1909-02-10

gaze to find 1t turn sombeY. Winter
couldn't have told why; but sudden
realization Of the hideous peril dog
ging the warm. lighted, tenanted house,
submerged him and suffocated him
like a foul gas. Let their guards be
vigilant as fear, let their wonderful
new search-light flood rock and slope
and dusky chaparral BUSH and peer
as it might through the forest aisles
beyond; yet-yet-who could tell!
But he forced an equal smile in
second for the college boy; and chat
ted easily enough as they climbed up
the stepped arches to the balcony and
tile little group looking seward.
Aunt Rebecca in black lace and
jewels was fitting with the world in
general and Millicent Winter in par
ticular; 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
its inseparable vices; and that most
people, If not all, need master; had
been picturesquely and inaccurately
| 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
lie, nf Arn-NrQrkars
thence by easy transitions she had
extolled American art (Which Aneri-
can patrons were too ignorant to ap-
preciate), deplored American music
| ('The trouble isn't that 1t Is canned"
says she, "but that it was spoiled be-
fore they canned it!') and was now
driving q 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
mistook anemia for refinement, as an
other school mistook yelling and per-
spring for vigor.
| Just as Winter modestly entered
| the arena, no less parsonage than
Henry James was under the wheels.
Janet Sraith had modestly confessed
to believing him a consummate artist;
and Millcent in an orotund voice de-
clared that he went deep, deep down
into the mysteries of life.
81 don't deny It; he ought to get
down Deep" returned Aunt Rebecca
In her gentlest, softest utterance;
hes always boring"
Mrs. Melville's suppressed agitation
made her stays creaik
do you really think that James Is
not great artist?" she breathed.
| Il think he is not worth while
"Wow!" cried Tracy. ooh, say"
| "Aunt Rebecca; you cannot mean
=" this was Mrs. Melville, choking
with horror.
His STYLE" repeated the unmoved
I iconoclast, his style has the remains
/ of great beauty; all his separate
phrases, If you wish, are gems; and
he is literary lapidary; but his SEN
fences are so subtle, so complex, so
intricately compounded, and so dis
cursive that get pain in the back
of ny 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?"
81 beg pardon" Winter interposed.
with masculine pusillanimity evading
takes sides in the question at issue,
81 thought we were going to have
some music; why don't you boys give
us some college songs? Here is a
mandolin
Ito Be Continued.)
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| In the Drug Store.
"Have you any scent cigars?"
mo, but we have something just 40
good; here's a 10-cent cigar. -Yonk'
ers Statesman.