The Topeka state journal., 1922-12-23
This Freedom
"a Review from The Literary
Review)

Rosalie's first impression was that
her father owned the world EXtraor-
binary father. Wonderful father.
Wonderful, wonderful father! There
he is bounding across a field in front
of a bull! Wonderful bulli There is
father. There is the bull! Two there's.
one after the other. The bull there
after father there! Wonderful there's.
Enhancing theresl
Did her mother ever bound before
bull? NeverI Her father was the
only bounder in the family-except
her two brothers. All men were
| bounders. Wonderful. mysterious, en-
trancing men, Wonderful, wonderful
men,
She's gone TO school, Shes in
school! She's still in school! She's
left SCHOOL, She's looking for a Job!
job She hasn't lost it yeti She's
met a mani She's kissed the mani
She's married. She has one child!
She has two children. She has three
childreni She doesn't have any more
childreni She loses one-jail. She
loses two more-dead! What jumps.
What leapsi What bounds: She's
busted right thru the book.
One tries to stop her. One can't
It's no use. She's a deluge. She's a
maelstrom. She's an earthquake.
She's an avalanche. Shes several
other things including a boiling pot.
only what one knows. One clings to
one intention to write a book not
withstanding ones heroine's disorderly
conduct. There shall be a book. Why p?
One cannot say-eXcept, why. not?
III.
Her life. then-her stage. She gets
job. A desk! Mahogany! Ink
wei: Penholders! Paperl Type
writei.. Scissors. Waste basket!
Simcox is buried. Along comes Stur-
giss. A bigger job! Glass partitions,
More and bigger desks-tables! Lom-
bard Street! Trafalgar Square! Pail
Mall! Piccadillyi Bond Street! Re
gent Street. Hyde ParkI Kensing-
ton Gardens, and points west and
northi
The war comes. 1t goes on. 1t
stops. She did not start it. Nor stop
it. Remarkable womani Brilliant
womani Brilliant woman, Very
much remarkable and brilliant
And yet one must tell it
ones book in ones own way in spite
of ones habit of prematurely spilling
the beans.
Keggo, then. Miss Keggs. her old
teacher, mysteriously. unaccountably
called Keggo. Mysteriously. unac-
,countably until-ah, me-until-
Rosalie met her near the Marble !
Arch. Keggo smiled fixedly. Had evil |
10y AoA
Why was il? They went to Keggo's
rooms in a drab street. a sad drab. |
Forlorn drab drabs, like sad drab
ghosts, drably fIickered in and out
itinerant drabs in drab cerements.' All |
drab, except Keggo. who was brilliant |
ly lit up, tho Rosalie perceived it not. |
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Harry Occleve. now. She knew him |
slightly, had met him once or twice. |
She despised him. Tame cat, She
hated him. Beast. This man of all |
men was obnoxious to her. But he !
smelt nice-of peat and perfumed soap |
and tobacco and whisky and tweed |
always of tweed, even when in evening |
dress Oddi
She was in her uncle's house. He |
came into the room-poor calf, How |
she hated him-tame cati How she |
despised him-sick fool! Dinner is !!
served" the party went down stairs. |
She had to pass him. Hateful She |
trembled. Her knees shook. She hated |
him SO! Then-that smell! Peat, |
soap. tobacco, whisky, and-tweed. |
He in evening dress. Odd how per- |
sistent the smell of tweed,
VI.
She loved him so! Perfect he was |
Simply perfect In every way. All |
the virtues. No fault-eXcept that per-
sisteEt tweedy smell. She loved him |
so,
He never swore. Hanging a picture |