Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1910-09-12
Continued From Saturday,


Edward Carleton looked his scorn.
Modern SCHOOL," he calculated. Let
me tell you. sir, l have but very little
opinion of your modern school, writer's
or readers either. But Henry stands
up for EN-, and brings en- all to me
to read. Good Lord above, the differ
emit kinds! There's some that tell you
whether John Smith had one egg for
breakfast, or two. and whether either
of EN- was bad. and If 1t was what John
said to his wife, and what she said to
him-and Henry claims those books are
modern classics. Then he's got an
other lot-romantic school, l believe
they real dashing cavaliers and
lovely ladies' and flashing swords and
general moonshine-stuff about fit for
idiots and invalids; and last of all
he glared at Helmar as II he were the
unfortunate embodiment of all the lit
erary sins of the day-'he's got a
crowd-heaven knows what he calls
EN-; the pig-sty schools my name
that seem to be having a regular game,
trying to see which can write the dirt
lest book, and yet have it stop just
enough short of the line so they can
manage to get it published without the
danger of having 1t suppressed. And
the mean, hypocritical excuses they
make-they're always teaching a moral
lesson, you know, or something like
that. 1t makes me sick, sir; 1t makes
me sick; and 1 don't hesitate to tell
Henry so, either"
Helmar nodded assentingly, and yet.
with a twinkle in his eye, he could not
resist the temptation to reach forward
and pick up from the bed the volume
Of Sterne. II agree with a great deal
Of what you say, sir" he answered,
especially the latter part, n yeti
isn't wholly a modern vice. There was
old Rabelais, for instance, and his
imitators, and even Tristram here |
suppose you could hardly recommend
for a Sunday school,"
Edward Carleton was no causist. He
loved to fight, but he always fought
fair. II grant it," he answered
quickly; Laurence Sterne did have a
little sneaking peep-hole way with him
at times-he was modern there-but
you can forgive a great deal to the
man who gave us Uncle Toby and Cor
Jul dl 1liiis AIN tAiNAhp h0 1911 q oiA
example; he was a kind of literary ex
ception to all rules; but taxi Smollett
or Henry Fielding. They struck
straight out from the shoulder every
time. What they meant they said,
They painted vice, L grant you, but
the.y painted her naked and repulsive, as
she should be, and that's fair enough;
you can go back to your Aristotle foi
that, doctor. But they didn't disguise
her. sir; they didn't call her something
that she never was n never could
be: and these modern swine, they dress
out vice In silks and satins, and make
you believe she's the most beautiful
thing in the world-so beautiful that
no man can be happy unless he may
possess her; and there's no Henry
Fielding to come along with his big
s~cornful laugh, and strip her of all hei
frippery and finery, and show you the
stark, naked sin that lies there under
meath it all. oh, I'm right, doctor, and
I'm always telling Henry so, but
can't convince him. He say it's art
whatever that means, and he's all fol
the modern school.
Helmar rose, smiling. you art
right, | believe" he said heartily, "and
IL we all read more of the old WORTHLESS
and less of this flood of modern trash
we'd be better, beyond a doubt. Well
l must get my train, | suppose. Tn
going to leave the medicine witt
your butler; I'll give him full
directions; and you'll be all right
without any question. If you
should want anything, telephone Doc
tor Morrison or me at nee. I'm very
glad to have had the chance Of meet.
ing you, sir. Oh. and there was one
other thing I meant to tell you'll knew
your son Jack very well in college. W.
used to be the best of friends"
Edward Carleton looked ND quickly
but without speaking, and when at las
he did so there was a new note Of cor