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By Ella Higginson

God of the lonely soul,

God of the comfortless,
God of the broken heart-for these,

Thy tenderness!

For prayers there be enough,

Yea, prayers there be to spare, For those of proud and high estate;

Each hath his share.

But the beggar at my door,

The thief behind the bars;
And those that be too blind to see

The shining stars;

The outcast in his hut,

The useless and the old; Whoever walks the city's streets

Homeless and cold;

The sad and lone of soul

Whom no man understands;
And those of secret sin, with stains

Upon their hands,

And stains upon their souls;

Who shudder in their sleep, And walk their ways with trembling hearts,

Afraid to weep;

For the childless mother, Lord,

And ah, the little child
Weeping the mother in her grave,


God of the lonely soul,

God of the comfortless,
For these, and such as these, I ask

Thy tenderness!

Whose sin be greatest, Lord;

Il each deserve his lot;
If each but reap as he hath sown-

I ask Thec not.

I only ask of Thee

The marvel of a space
When these forgot and blind may look

Upon thy face.


By Henry B. Fuller



prints. When he adventurously invaded the

theatre with a drama founded upon his rural (FROM THE JOURNAL OF MARCELLUS BLAND) observations and experiences, nobody was

more friendly than I to"Fudgetown Folks." PALERMO February 10, 1903. Later, I was one of the vociferous crowd at LBERT JORDAN has ar- the Walpole that started "Boys Will Be

rived. I was strolling this Boys” on its two-year run; and when, last forenoon along the Marina fall, the reaction came and “Youth Must when the launch from the Have Its Fling" was smiled pityingly from Villa Rosalia came sputter- the boards and the gallant young career

ing across the harbor and set seemed over, I strained my credit to make down a number of people near the Porta the confident, half-studied thing appear at Felice, Jordan among them. I recognized least a succès d'estime. Why, I have written him at once, though he was somewhat reviews of the fellow's doings-a practice I changed; and he, though rather less prompt- rarely condescend to; and I have sent him ly, recognized me. He did not detach him- congratulatory notes and telegrams which self from his little party, nor pause on his were not only enthusiastic but effusive. And way into the town; so there was no exchange what in return? I am snubbed. No, not of verbal greetings. He appeared as com- snubbed; I retract the word, for no one has posed, as self-centred, as ever, despite a cer ever snubbed me, and no one ever can. But tain effervescent hilarity among his associ- the sort of treatment meted out to me is ates. Indeed, I think I may say, without any only one degree better: I am held at arm's imaginative excess, that he was even a bit length; I get-when escape is impossible subdued and chastened; something not to for him-a single perfunctory word; and I be wondered at after last autumn's peri pezia must content myself—here in foreign parts, -a change of fortune, if ever there was one. where national consciousness and local ties The sum total of his presence—a mere pass- sometimes turn even antipathies into ating presence, true—was this: he seemed to tachments—with a cool nod and the present be saying, with his odd air of quiet determina- view of a highly indifferent back. tion: “No, you shall never know me better; Does he not know who I am? Does he give up any such idea for once and for all.” not realize what I stand for? Does he not

The conduct of this young man begins to comprehend what value a word of praise irritate me. He is just as baffling here in from me may have? Has he never read Sicily as he was on Broadway--and just as “Etrurian Byways”? Has he never heard ungrateful. Ungrateful, I say; and here is of “The Grand Master” or of “Emir and my case. I was one of the first to welcome Troubadour”? I am, indeed, no national Jordan when, in all his rawness, he came to celebrity, no household word, as he is; I town from his haunts “up State.” I was have never seen my name lettered in fire beamong ihe earliest to recognize the talent in fore three Broadway, theatres at once; nor those impromptu newspaper sketches which have I a “farm” in Connecticut that has he afterward got together in book form. I been celebrated by half the writers of “speperseveringly praised to the sceptical the first cials” in town; but I do enjoy, all the same, fruits of his acquaintance with the city, his a reputation of my own among the few “In the Crosstown Cars,” though Heaven whose good opinion is worth the winning. knows I am chary enough about giving ap- Though I have nearly forgotten the meanproval to the ephemeral stuff of the daily ing of the term “royalty,” while his annual

income amounts to figures that are almost in a cell at the Marina--but let me not abuse fabulous, I would not consider, for a mo- the roof that shelters me. ment, an exchange of place and fortune. Yes, Albert at the landing-stage was cur

I say this despite the obvious failure of sory and nonchalant past all endurance. “The Grand Master.” But why should Why should it be so difficult for me to put I employ the words “obvious” and “fail- myself en rapport with him ? His life is ure"? For the book no more reached the public to a degree—thousands of Toms, publicconsciousness than a snowflakefalling Dicks, and Harrys share in it with all freeinto Vesuvius reaches the earth. “Youth dom. I have been kind, I have been interMust Have Its Fling," on the contrary, did ested, I have been enthusiastic, I have fail-spectacularly, resonantly. After its been articulate; and I am but nine years first grand flare it flickered before diminish- older—a gap that might easily be bridged, ing hundreds for a fortnight, and then it if any gap at all can be held to be made by flickered out. Its passing was notorious. so slight a difference. They knew about it in Syracuse and Detroit Privately-very privately-I fear that and Atlanta and Denver. The daily papers Jordan looks upon me as an amateur, and had their gibes about it; weeklies with "the- that in his clear young gray eyes.the opinion atrical departments” gave it a cut as it hast- of an amateur has no value whatever. He ened down the dark corridor of failure; and regards me as a dilettante; so, always, to long afterward belated monthlies were busi- the trained craftsman must appear one ly explaining why the wreck had come about who follows an art on the basis of some and acutely speculating on the dazed young private competency, however small. Jorauthor's future. Never before such buffets dan, on the contrary, has his “trade," and on so confident and smiling a face. Our has used it to fight his way up to his present young author fled the country—to study, position. Those years in the Herkimer far from the scene, the cause and nature of County newspaper office must have been of his débâcle and to take counsel with himself the greatest service to him. To recognize as to his future. A moving situation for the idea when it comes; to realize its values thirty-three.

and its possibilities; to deal with it compeI suppose his lighting upon quiet Palermo tently, cleanly, unfalteringly, and at the first must be held to be purely fortuitous. Nei- essay-all this is very fine; and all this, with ther his tastes nor his traditions can have as- more, is plain on every page of “From the sisted him in making so luminous a choice Back Counties,” and is none the less apparof an asylum. I should have expected him ent in his intimate studies of middle-class to stop short at Naples or to go on to Cairo. realism in the life of the metropolis itself. In my own case, however, there seemed no Fluency and precision show in the very great choice. Rome being ruined, and preparation of his manuscripts. Once, in Naples detestable, and Algiers quite second the Recorder building, I passed his door; rate, and Cairo both too far away and much a few pages of “copy” for the morrow's too expensive, what other town was left for sketch lay in plain sight on his desk. Trim, one who would be at once in the midst of clean-cut, unblotted, they represented well things and yet somewhat aside from them ? the craftsman in his absence. Does anySuch at least is my feeling at the Albergo one imagine that the author of “Etrurian della Marina; a little shabby, a trifle dingy, Byways" would dare leave exposed a sheet and altogether in the past tense, it is per- or two of his manuscript for the inspection of haps the best that an unsuccessful novelist the casual passer-by? Never! Yes, I see: may aspire to. How things may seem at the Albert Jordan looks upon me as an amateur, Grand Hotel Villa Rosalia I have no means and of my reiterated compliments and conof knowing; probably all the pomp and cir- gratulations he makes no account whatever. cumstance that enwraps the cosmopolitan Another thought. Jordan cannot but be tourist may help to make even a youth under proudly aware of his firm grip on presentthe passing shade of failure feel that he is stiil day actualities. To him, ever welcoming in the wurld and of it. One can scarcely, I the stinging impact of life as it is lived, my apprehend, sojourn at the Villa Rosalia and doings must appear tenuous, derivative, reyet confess that the pride of life has been al- mote. Of course those character illustrations together renounced; whereas a man housed of Snow's helped his first book greatly; still,

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it would have stood without them—therustic tropical flora. And add, if you like, a ten'oddities of Herkimer County could have nis-court, something of a golf course, a been depended upon to speak shrilly and steam-yacht, an electric omnibus, an or. shrewdly for themselves. To one who is so chestra for dinner, and St. Rosalia herself surefooted both on the old Pike Road and somewhere up in the mountain behind. in East Fourteenth Street, of what possible Am sorry to hear so unfavorably from the interest are loiterings through the byways of sheep. I thought sheep, if anything, could Etruria or the back lanes of Malta? No; be depended upon to pick up their living Jordan taxes me for my lack of vividness from those Connecticut bowlders. Let us and vitality and properly scorns me. worry them through the winter as best we

Yet again. What are a few thin and in- may, and next year I will try Holsteins or conspicuous books compared with a rever- Jerseys. Thanks for your good report berating succession of plays? I have tim- about the beaver dam. There's one fad, at idly looked over the hedge, while he has least, that is self-supporting. boldly held the highway. I have scotched Beaton's last week's check came yestermy dozens, while he has slain his thou- day; also the Thespian for the 25th. Ask sands. He has battled for big stakes in one B. it he hasn't overlooked those two dates of the great arenas of the world, and scoffs at Terre Haute. at me for a faint-hearted slinker through un- If old Murdock is ready to part with that regarded by-paths. But why proceed? He twenty-acre tract to the north-east, don't let can care nothing for my opinion, nothing me lose it. Stanhope may go on enlarging for my approval. Drop, my pen; close, the terrace, but any more nonsense about my little book; I have answered my own foundations is quite superfluous in such a weak question over and over again. rock-ribbed region. Am glad to hear that

that fly-by-night company down in KenII

tucky has been nipped. But I want an ex

ample made of them-have them followed (FROM THE CORRESPONDENCE OF ALBERT up sharp. Forgive all these particulars; JORDAN)

you understand that the most I ask you to

do is to pass on the word to the right quarter. GRAND HOTEL VILLA ROSALIA, PALERMO, Marcellus Bland is here; I think I heard

February 11, 1903.

you praising one of his books last spring. I I am well enough placed here passed him yesterday in the town. He and shall probably remain until along into looked as if his foot was on its native heath March. I might have chosen Florence or indeed. I was with a troup of roistering Cairo, perhaps; but at present—as you can young Yanks, male and female; they atvery well understand, my dear Arthur-I tend me in all my walks and treat me like a am in no mood to encounter the Anglo- fellow-kid. If they want to be disagreeable Saxon world wholesale. In Sicily the cos- they treat me like a fellow-kid that has just mopolitan blend seems a little more perfect; slipped up on the ice. Well, no more of that; one is not trampled down by a mob com- a man may rise again, I hope. I never realposed of one's fellow-countrymen exclu- ized before how uproarious my younger sively.

compatriots abroad may be, nor how disLet us dispense with description; I can- advantageous it might turn out to have made not endure to pen it, nor you to read it. For myself the public limner and apologist of an idea of my present surroundings consult and for-oh, mercy, prepositions are tough! my letter-head. The Villa supplies a bet- —their antics. Bland looked a shade scornter class of stationery, without any Earthly ful, and I don't blame him. Paradise above the date-line; but some- Still, I should have clapped on a few times one's second-class manner is more more years and broken from the ranks to graphic and successful than one's first. greet him if he had been alone, for he has

Is it, though? That is precisely the been rather civil to me in his own peculiar point I have settled down to consider. But lofty way) on more occasions than one. no more of that just now.

But he wasn't alone. An intense young Well, gather in for yourself, old fellow, woman with large dark eyes and a consid. the mountains and the sea and the sub- erable overplus of "soul” was with him,

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