Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-12-30

=, paul was only II years Of age when
Irqsoyed 70 become e i,'pd writer Wsiie va ,a at
tolelses bv the masters message OF things
:. ssey hre, and tor the, hrst time ne mad had
Fne.IlanId ln1dinE wish to write himself. Tho
I'm he said, ~ must write; whether I'll i
Y n gsly ~ actions which had any other pur-
eowmn than truth-telllng. - .-,
for T2FSd T2TFadua h5fg o%eyysr yerih his sissp Gres
sn % 5,ber sf, "nn "empioyment To- ST than han Wrting
Ken he fell in love and In a spirit OF
Sna Ssotsf of igpSga mSgaze 'e editors xt once
KY readers clamored for more OF the same
and Iosn and PfS earHed tse' e gG aBoa
m.raJ inva. fet he had to lock this
in his bTeaft IGittoD R1d for demJSas5 iee pTaRe
b,sles happened and he. ever faced the
Of s Rseff9F faF IN he debt sna qemsleaT to eleaT
pxsslf wrote a long love story for WHICH
the largest l5 Sum ng Of q TopRey he he
ssS,s as, and pureh,as,ed farmhou,se which
~ ~ se fell deeper in debt. Then John Paul
ssspaired, and the desire. 70 speak out and
IN the truth about everything surged with
NJ hin anew.
mn MAKE n start he took his pride by
me hair and told his own story to an
"A and cynical friend, who was also pass
nr rIch. And this one, repressing all his
,nlcIsm and speaking the klndest words
,lthout any sting in them anywhere, pro-
,..ded TO lend John Paul $4,000, upon the
,.,urity of John Paul's abandoned farm,
.ra all but abandoned house.
And John Paul carried the check to his
,.nk, and slept that night the sleep Of
happy child.
w.
They moved, bag, baggage and babies.
INTO the new house and. thanks to the
raoo (Which had to be paid back some
dsy), John Paul declared q long rest
,cr his janglng nerves and brain. But
n was hard to rest.
The venerable village builder, unusu-
,ly prosperous, and quite recovered from
hls serious illness Che would have thanked
you) was occasionally to be seen passing
m new buggy drawn by a handsome
horse. And John Paul wished very much
"a rush out and murder him.
But in spite of his RACES. John Paul
recovered, gradually, tone and spirit; and
10 suffer from cacoethes scribendi and
10 cast longing looks at paper and ink
wells. And when at last he began once
more to write it was with a heart full
Of new matter.
Il tell YOU" he said. "I haven't played
The game. But I'm going to. All the
stun i've ever written is false, and l
knew II when I wrote 1t. The public is
BEGINNING to stand for the truth" here
he named over many recent stories, novels
and specials. "And I'm going to tell the
truth, too. I'm sick of suppressing real
things and human things, because 1t has
been the fashion to suppress them, so
that bread and butter misses may not
be corrupted. is literature for children
or is It for grownups? I've lived and
I've learned, and whatever l know to be
true I'm going to write about"
And he began, as he had threatened, to
Erlte what he described in n general way
IS real stories" The forced sweetness,
optimism and gaiety of the tales which
had supported him for so many years
vanished from his manner and his mat
Ter He felt. or so he said, as If he had
lust managed to crawl out of a vat of
For the deliberate. cloying
ialseness to those early tales he substi-
tuted n too fervent sincerity. He had
70 longed TO speak the truth that he now
spoke 1t with kind of defiant ferocity.