The Fayette falcon. (Somerville, Tenn.) 190?-current, 1921-08-05
By EUGENE SUE
70 INTERPRET justly the works
Of Eugene Sue. one must moi

OF Eugene sue, one must not
forget to take Into conslderA-
ton the epoch at which they won their
place In world literature. S
When Sue was born the novel was
still a comparatively new product.
There had. 1t is true. been books be-
fore Its advent. for the invention of
printing had put reading matter with
In the reach Of the people; but until
fiction made its appearance most Of
the material published had been Of a
religious trend, consisting of lives of
the saints, and treatises on theology
and science. Even then such volumes
were costly, to say nothing of their be-
ing Of far too ponderous a nature to
answer the cravings of a public scant-
lily educated and DESTROYS for enter
tainment at time when amusements
were few.
Therefore, when out of this arid lit
erary waste the novel sprung into be-
ing, we can easily picture the eager
ness with which the hungerIng masses
fell upon 1t. Here, at last, was some
thing human and within the scope of
the everyday mans understanding;
here. In fascinating form. were pre-
sented not only with characters from
the life with (which he was familiar,
but also adventures In those mystic
realms Of romance that he had smag-
ined. 1t was like water to the
thirsty
Hence, If when reading the very
early novels, or even those Of the later
decades to which Sue belonged, we are
conscious of stilted dialogue, and mel
dramatic and improbable situations,
let us remember that the writer's of
this era were to no small extent pi-
oneers In a sparsely trodden. wilder
ness Of art; and that when "the world
was so new and all" in literary de-
velopment II. Is marvel that their
handlwork has endured for so many
years. Sues Mysteries of Paris
penned In 1872 seems touched with
the fires Of everlasting youth. Indeed,
It must possess the charm Of universal
appeal or 1t would never have held its
place for almost century. When we
consider how few Of our present-day
novels survive second season, we are
forced to doff our caps to this artist
Of the past, who, like Stevenson, so
well merits the sobriquet of 'Tusitala,
a Teller Of Tales.S and the secret Of
whose spell lies In the eternal child
in us answering to the sorceries of a
master story-telIer.
The book In question is alabyrinth
of exciting and dramatic happenings,
which, cleverly woven together, en-
body the authors unique, philosophy
that the quest for good may be made
quite as seductive a crusade as the
quest for evil; the only difference ly-
Ing in the goal toward which one
turns his steps. Certainly the story
bears out this theory, for we are swept
along by the magician's cunning page
after page, chapter after chapter. I'M
I'll his creative resources seem limit
less. Never for an instant does our,
interest lag. When the book is fin
,ished we feel that had Sue so or
dained he could have evolved Just as
many more plots with an equal de-
gree of ease.
He opens his narrative with scene
in the slums Of Paris. where Fleur-de-
Marie, a beautiful girl of the streets.
Is being viciously attacked by the
Slasher. 0 brute Of the underworld.
"A trivial quarrel between the two has
arisen and the man is about to strike
this helpless creature when suddenly
a stranger intervenes. and by superior
strength and wit lays. low the assail-
ant. The newcomer Is a NJ. Rudolph.
who styles himself painter Of fans.
Although poorly CARRIED and speaking
the jargon of the pavements, we speed
fly realize that he is something other
than he pretends; and In this suppo-
sition we are soon justified. for pres
entity we learn that In truth III. Ru-
dolph is no other parsonage than his
royal highness. the grand duke Of Ger
olstein In disguise. The Slasher, how
ever, does not know this. and neither
does his pretty companion, and we
soon find the three cronies seated ami
ably at cafe table relating for one
another's amusement the stories Of
their past lives.
Rudolph has little to say. he Is an
artisan. ne declares. The Slasher
frankly admits himself to be an es-
capped convict who has served In the
galleys for murder; but with the In
consistency OF human nature he an
nounces that while he has no scruples
against murder, he will not steal.
Fteur-de- Marie, or Goualeuse, as her
comrades term her. Is a sixteen-year-
old waif who has never known any
parent save Screech Owl, a cruel wom-
an from whom she fed when a child;
nor has she had any home save prison
walls and the haunts Of vice. Never
theless. despite her vile surround
ings, she has kept her soul untainted
and Is essentially pure Of heart, being
the victim Of environment and eircum-
stances rather than its votary.
Observing this. Rudolph. whose aim
Ia ever 70 give another chance to those