The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-02-08
From Sues 20 siberia

From Suez Ia Siberia goes ELIZABETH
WAsHpvRN in The Color OF the East
tStokes), with full report OF the truly
colorful and vivid impressions scored
upon the sensitive retina of = pas
sionate pilgrim in far Oriental seas and
cities. Suez the Red Sea, India; RAN
COON, Singapore, Manila, Mukdsn: q
tremendously attractive itinerary. TIL.
author calls her book, TOO modestly. "a
much daubed palette for those who love
color for the sake of color and nothing
more" The color is pretty literally
spiashed. TO be sure, but some saving
I design IS perceptlb!e.
Dawn in the Desert" an !Eterpolated
bit Of fiction. is Il lively BIT OF writing
II begins Kimberly Cane coveted
, color" an all!terative lit that runs
hauntingly In the mind. Kimberly Cane
inherited money, wholly Unexpectedly:
when the news OF his good fortune
came his brain "mumbied' Il. then
came torrent OF thought. excruciat-
iIg and brilliant" and Kimberly Cane
packed up and went out ito devour the
world AT the moment when his
imagination burst free "in the shining
blackness Of the sky thousands Of steel
cut etars made impcrceptible cold and
t.ntl!nS noises" CAT another time and
place thu antipodean stars were fat
dabs OF yellow butter melting greasily
across a field Of black,
kimberly Cane was as unsoiled as
blue lilies bending on tho banks Of a
brook. strong and 1.-the as young
tiger; beautiful and white. But his
hair was yellow, young and yellow
| and full OF enthusiasms" truly re-
markable hair. His thoughts clean and
strong. cut their way like swords and
he had crude. rich yearnings. And
Marigold Covers, young wife Of an old
scientist, who placed at har feet lii.
! wonderful f1nd Of tho stained, dwindled
bones of a queen Of Egypt, was Just the
| sort Of a girl TO appreciate Just this sort
Of a boy. Marigolds hair vas Of "A glory
that shamed the sun. II was orang &c. and
II darted little curls and tongues of fire.
Marigold forgot her w!fely duty, and the
, yellow haired young tiger pointed tho
path Of propriety Just at dawn he
saved her from herself. A story as
brightly beautiful as the pink and
palpsble Pushes that trembled In the
air Of their colorsomc desert.
! A bit OF color from the Himalayas:
Then strange thing happened The eve
| ming SUM- sinking miles below. sent q single
| streak Of orange Ugh. into that somb.s
| world. II flashed scross the bil!owing Sea
| Of mounts!n peaks In the wuvering finger
Of q sesrchligh. Then Il lifted and swept
the sk!es,
| In the high heart OF the heavens. higher
than ever before those wondering eyes Of
| mortals had looked for earth, piled a bank
! OF glittering snow. A topas tinted. nrs
| edged group OF Ice clad crass--Ie.ached
and hanging In mia air. They glcwed for q
| moment with the fierce intensity OF q
vision--then vanished swiftly as mirage,
At Esngoon the pilgrim found tho
SOUNDS as interesting az the sights.
The broken chant of native laborers
padding down to the boats. the thud OF
falling timber In the teak yards and OF
elephants laundering about carrying
huge logs; the "bubbling" speech OF
Tamils shrill laughter OF flower crowned
| Burma girls. the cries Of vendors and
the shutting tread of khaki clad Tommy
| Atkins merge into the drone Of tropic
days work. Tho Burma girls wear
Jasmine In their hair and frangipan
behind their ears; they laugh and