Los Angeles herald., 1910-09-25
SEPTEMBER rs, 1910.

was quoted now by one, now by the
other, political party, and that trans
lations into French and German were
to be undertaken by distinguished saw
ants.
And of course both the Quarterly
and the Edinburgh" had articles
did him." as his wife had phrased 1t.
Upon which, being invited by Mrs.
Clinton to an evening party, I made
a point of going.
There were a great many people
there that night. A large group was
on the hearthrung. I am tall, and
looking over the heads of the assem-
bly, I saw Prince Consort standing
there. He was smiling, still rather
nervously, and was talking in quick,
eager tones. Every one listened in
deferential silence, broken by murmurs
OF Eyes, yes" or "How truei" or 'I
never thought of that" And Muriel
held the Prince Consort's hand, and
looked up at him with alteration in her
young eyes. rejoiced with the Prince
Consort in his hour of deserved tri-
umph, but I did not, somehow, find
Muriel as pretty picture" as a lady
told me later on that she was. Indeed
I thought that the child would have
been as well-or better-in bed I
turned round and looked for Mrs. Clin-
ton. All, there she was. on her usual
sofa. by UeT sue sat I1ddN IIOuShN
ton; nobody else was near. Mrs. Clin-
ton was talking very quickly and vi
vaciously to her companion, who rose
as I approached gave me her hand.
and then passed on to Join the group
on the hearthrug. I sat down by Mrs
Clinton, and began to congratulate
her on her husbands marvellous tri-
umph
Eyes" said she, "do YOU see he's
In both the ouarterlieS 2"
I said that such tribute was only
natural.
"And it's selling wonderfully. too"
she went on. "You may imagine how
much Obliged Vincents' are to me for
sending him there!"
"Did YOU know he was doing it?"
asked.
"Oh. I knew he was working at
something Muriel used to be always
chatting him about It."
"She doesn't chaff him now, I should
think"
mo" said Mrs Clinton. twisting a
ring on her finger round and round.
Suddenly the group opened. and the
Prince Consort came through, leading
Muriei by the hand. He marched
across the room. followed bv his ad-
mirers. rose. and he stood close by
his wife, and began to talk about her
last novel He said that 1t was Won
derfully clever. and told us all to get
II and read 1t.
Everybody murmured that such was
their intention. and lady observed:
'How charming for you to be able
TO provide vour husband with recrea-
tion. Mrs. Clinton!"
Papa doesn't care about novels
much, really" said Muriel.
"You do. suppose, young lady?"
asked some one.
"I like papa's book better" the child
answered. and we all laughed. Mrs
Clinton leading the chorus with al
most exaggerated heartiness.
And then an enthusiastic woman
must needs see where Mr. Thompson
Clinton (the Prince Consort bid fair
to be double-barreled before long)
worked She would take no denial,
and at last Mrs. Clinton rose, and, in
spite of her husbands protests, led
the way to the study. I had been in
the room a little while before I went
abroad. It was much changed now
A row of Mrs. Clinton's novels, indeed
still stood on the top of the whatnot
but her "litter" Ut had been her own
playful name for her manuscripts and
other properties) had vanished. Large
fat solemn books blue-books, books
of science, of statistics, and other
horrors dominated the scene.
"And to think that the great book
was actually written in this very
room!" unused the enthusiastic woman
In awestruck accents. IT shall always
be glad to have seen it,"
Again we murmured assent; and the
enthusiastic woman with an obvious