The Washington herald., 1912-12-29
BY Kate Carew.

BY Kate carew.
London. December 70.
F course, Mr.. GaIsworthy didn't in
tend to hurt my feelings, but the
~ one thing / am a triae conceited
about is my fidelity to facts. Let other
females pride themselves on their feeting
charms, but give. me the humble yet
comfortable complacency Of Truthful
Jane.
Hence, to be treated as a person Of IN
certain reliability, me-always q regular
CRsaTs wife where accuracy is concerned
and to be told that each question and
answer in the interview, after 1t was
written, would have TO be checked of and
passed upon by Mr.. Galsworthy or his
secretary, was really rather trying.
However, I swallowed my pride with a
great guIp and decided to have talk
with this writer. anyhow, comforting my
self by the suggestion that probably he
WAS always being misrepresented and
misquoted in the English Journals" and
he just wasn't going to stand it any more
and certainly not at the hands Of mere
American.
BUS sPEcULATIoNs.
Undoubtedly, too, he was by nature
pessimist and always fancied the worst
would happen, and as I ran over various
stories Of his that remembered. 1 came
to the conclusion this was surely so, and
all my erstwhile self-esteem came back.
I felt so cheerful about the matter by
the time had clambered to the top Of
a bus that I began to speculate upon
the injured but gracious dignity with
which 1 would greet him. and how 1
would merely ask him to give few i'm
pressions OF America, in the quarter OF
an hour he could spare me.
Well, just as was making up my mind
TO ask the conductor for the fifth time
IL he was sure he had not forgotten his
promise 20 put me down at the corner Of
Addison Road, the bus stopped and the
conductor came up a few Of the steps
and shouted to his only passenger:
Ere y are, Miss, HRddison Road. as
ever was. and yer carn't sy as I've for
got yer!'
So, down the steps I scrambled, and on
into the night, to the House OF Gals
worthy.
It's a long, low, rambling building,
with a garden all round it, and other
quiet, sedate residences either side Of It.
It's in one of the silentest neighborhoods
in London. Once in a while there is a
distant rumble Of a motor car or bus,
but that's all.
rang the bell and the neatest Of quiet.
demure, little maids admitted me and
went to inform Mr.. Galsworthy OF my
arrival, then came back to usher me into
his study.
There was a bright fire blazing away,
and close to it was a tea table, and en-
sconced by this was Mr.. Galsworthy hav-
ing a nice, cosey cup of tea
Mr. Galsworthy looked SO thoroughly
comfortable and happy hated to disturb
him. He was a study in grays, a mono
chrome. His hair is distinctly touched
with silver, his eyes are gray, blue and
green mixture, and he wore a gray lounge
suit, with a mauvey gray tie.
He rose and shunted the table a bit to
the side as came in the room. told
him how conscience stricken I was to in
terrupt his peaceful twilight hour in such
a fashion, and he gave me d grave. yet
kindly, smile and offered me some tea, of
course.
But declined; couldn't waste the
precious moments, and told him so.
He smiled again and studied me, with
out speaking, as he rang the bell.
/ studied him also, and I saw many
signs Of q sensitive temperament. It's
visible in the lines Of his mouth, unhid-
den by a mustache, in the rather long
nose, deIicately modelled, and in his
hands, slender and strong, like those of a
musician.
His eyes have the inward cast of self
examination. and when they look out
ward f. is with a shy, reluctant air. yet
there's determination in them and they're
sympathetic. kind eyes as we'll
He didn't look as long and as hard at
me as I did at him. He wasn't as much
to be honest. and then he had
to turn his attention to The demure little
maid and tell her to remove the tea
things since would not partake.
SOFT VOICED AND KINDLY.
He told her so gently. almost as IL he
were asking q great favcr Of her.
never heard a man speak In, softer ac-
cents. 1 don't believe he Is ever angry
with individuals, only sometimes with
things and states Of things.
"a short interview like this is very
he said slowly and in
the same gentle voice. at is difficult to |
express ones self as one wishes. and
things look 50 different when they're in
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