Again there was a silence fraught with such intensity that Selwyn

thought the very beating of his pulses could be heard
Again there was a silence fraught with such intensity that Selwyn
thought the very beating of his pulses could be heard. At last Lord
Durwent rose, and with an air of deepest respect placed the medal in
the hands of his wife. Her theatricalism was mute in a sorrow that was
free from shame.

After his release by the Chicago Club he drifted back East, where he

pitched for a time in some of the minor leagues
After his release by the Chicago Club he drifted back East, where he
pitched for a time in some of the minor leagues. Later on he was given
another trial by the Chicagos, but his work proved unsatisfactory, he
having outlived the days of his usefulness in the pitching line. After
that he again went East, where he died several years ago.

Remsen was a fine fielder and a fast base-runner, but his weak point was

in hitting
Remsen was a fine fielder and a fast base-runner, but his weak point was
in hitting. He was a good thrower, too, though I beat him in a match at
Hartford by covering 127 yards and 4 inches, a performance that
surprised some people who had wagered their money on his success.

With their voices almost rising to a scream, the chafing Americans

watched the Englishman walk towards the enemy lines
With their voices almost rising to a scream, the chafing Americans
watched the Englishman walk towards the enemy lines. Bullets bit the
ground near his feet, but, untouched, he went on, with the metal monster
following behind. Once he fell, and a hush came over the watchers; but
he rose and limped on. His face pale and grim, Van Derwater moved among
his men, urging them to wait; but they cursed and yelled at the delay.

Equally typical and infinitely more tragic is another postnuptial

peripety--the scene of the mutual confession of Angel Clare and Tess in
Mr
Equally typical and infinitely more tragic is another postnuptial
peripety--the scene of the mutual confession of Angel Clare and Tess in
Mr. Hardy"s great novel. As it stands on the printed page, this scene is
a superb piece of drama. Its greatness has been obscured in the English
theatre by the general unskilfulness of the dramatic version presented.
One magnificent scene does not make a play. In America, on the other
hand, the fine acting of Mrs. Fiske secured popularity for a version
which was, perhaps, rather better than that which we saw in England.

The second day after we arrived at Nice the flower festival took place,

and luckily the weather was almost perfect
The second day after we arrived at Nice the flower festival took place,
and luckily the weather was almost perfect. All the morning for a
distance of some twenty blocks the Avenue des Anglaise, where the battle
of flowers is annually held, the decorators had been busy preparing for
the event, and by afternoon decked in flowers and gaily-colored ribbons,
bunting and flags, the scene that it presented was a brilliant one. By
three o"clock it was crowded with elegant equipages filled with men,
women and flowers, the two former pelting each other with blossoms to
their heart"s content, the spectators in the adjacent windows and on the
sidewalks taking part in the mimic war. Conspicuous in the party was the
Prince of Wales and his friends, among which were several of our fair
countrywomen, the whole party distributing their flowers right and left
with reckless-prodigality. The number of handsome women, the splendid
street decorations, and the abundance of flowers that were scattered
about in lavish profusion made a brilliant picture and one that it is
not to be wondered that tourists journey from all parts of the continent
to witness.

'I will call him,' said Rollo

'I will call him,' said Rollo. So he turned round, and kneeled up upon
the seat, so that he could look out behind the chaise, for the back
curtain was up. Lucy did the same, but Jonas was not to be seen. They
looked a little longer, and presently saw him coming along round a curve
in the road. They beckoned to him, and as he rode up, they saw he had a
bush in his hand. He came up to the side of the chaise, and handed it to
Rollo. It was a large blueberry-bush, covered with beautiful ripe blue
berries. Rollo took them, and admired them very much; and at first he
was going to divide them between Lucy and himself; but they concluded,
on the whole, to send them forward to his mother. Jonas told them the
mountain before them _was_ Benalgon, and rode on to carry the
blueberry-bush to the other chaise. Presently he came back, bringing it
with him, except a small sprig which Rollo"s mother had taken off. The
rest she had sent back to the children.

And then the woman who was his wife lost her own yoke of self-restraint

in solicitude for him
And then the woman who was his wife lost her own yoke of self-restraint
in solicitude for him. Timidly, hesitatingly at first, she invaded the
precincts of his mind. With subtle persistence, yet never seeming to
force her way, she wove her personality about his like a web of silken
thread. Her purity of thought, her innate artistry, her depth of
feeling, played on his spirit like dew upon the parched earth.

"Yesterday morning," said Durwent dully, "I was to have been shot

"Yesterday morning," said Durwent dully, "I was to have been shot. I was
drunk in the line, and deserved it. It"s no use trying to excuse myself.
I fancy my nerves were a bit gone after what we"d been through the last
few months, but---- Well, I suppose I am simply a failure, as that chap
said in London--there isn"t much more to it than that. By a queer deal
of the cards, Mathews was on guard, and helped me to escape. It was
rotten of me to let him take the chance; but it"s been that way all
through. Even at the end of everything--after being a waster and a
rotter since I was a kid--I have to drag this poor chap down with me.
Promise, Selwyn, if you come out of this alive, that you"ll fight his
case for him."

The boys were playing good ball at this stage of the game and our

chances for the pennant had a decidedly rosy look
The boys were playing good ball at this stage of the game and our
chances for the pennant had a decidedly rosy look. During the month of
July we climbed steadily toward the top of the ladder, and at the end of
that month we were in second place, and within striking distance of
Detroit, that team being still the leader, while Boston had fallen back
to the third and New York to fourth place. These positions were
maintained until the last week of August, when the Chicago and Detroit
teams were tied in the matter of games won. At this time it was still
anybody"s race so far as the two leaders were concerned.

Gaguin, Robert

Galen
Galeren
Galyene
Game at Chesse
Ganazath, John of
Gaunt
Gauchay, H
Gaguin, Robert
Galen
Galeren
Galyene
Game at Chesse
Ganazath, John of
Gaunt
Gauchay, H. de
Gauchy, H. de
Gazee, Angelin
Genoa
Geometry
Gereon, St.
Gesta Romanorum
Ghent, White-friars
Gibbet
Gifts
Gildo
Gilles de Rome. See Colonna.
Gluttony
Godaches
Godebert
Golden Legend
Goldsmiths
Good old times
Goribert
Goribald
Government of wise men
Graesse, J.G.T.
Grammarians
Gregory Nazianzen
Grenville Library
Grymald
Guards of cities
Guests and hosts
Guido
Guilt not to be punished in wrath
Guye
Gyles of Regement of Prynces
Gyges

"Mr

"Mr. Watson," he resumed, "has asked what we have done with America"s
soul. That is a telling phrase, and I should like to meet it with an
equally telling one; but this is not a matter of phraseology, but of the
deepest thought. Gentlemen, if you will, look back with me over the
brief history of this Republic. There are great truths hidden in the
Past.

_[He laughs behind his hand

_[He laughs behind his hand. Then his laugh bursts through his
fingers, so to speak, grows in intensity, becomes irresistible, and
passes into a whine. The crowd begins to fill the stage, concealing
the body, Speransky, and Tony. The bells are rung in the monastery as
at Easter, and at the same time the singing of thousands of voices is
heard._

--They don"t own any clothes at all except what they have on

--They don"t own any clothes at all except what they have on. She
always goes about in her rosy dress with her neck bare, which makes
her look like a young girl.

The Chicago team of 1896 was a somewhat mixed affair, change following

change in rapid succession
The Chicago team of 1896 was a somewhat mixed affair, change following
change in rapid succession. Hutchinson had retired from the game and the
pitchers, seven in number, were, Griffith, Thornton, Briggs, Friend,
Terry, Parker and McFarland; Kittridge and Donohue as catchers, myself
and Decker alternating at first base, Pfeffer and Truby doing the same
thing at second, and Everett and McCormick at third. Dahlen played
shortstop, and Lange, Everett, Ryan, Decker and Flynn took care of the
outfield.

"Elise!" He sat bolt-upright

"Elise!" He sat bolt-upright. "By gad! I never knew it until this
minute. _You_ are the woman I ought to marry. You are far too good and
clever and all that; but, by Jove! I could do something in the world if I
had you to work for. Don"t stop me, Elise. I am serious. I should have
known all along"----

Beneath a near-by tree he saw a woman in white, and the figure of a man

pleading for something
Beneath a near-by tree he saw a woman in white, and the figure of a man
pleading for something. Suddenly Selwyn saw the woman take some
article from around her neck and hand it to the man. The fellow took
it, and seemed to be turning away, when, with a suppressed sob, she
caught him in her arms, murmuring incoherent endearments through her
tears.

So the children ran back to the entry, and sat down to their story,

taking pains to read carefully, as if their object was to learn to read;
and though they did not expect it, they did, in fact, have a very
pleasant time
So the children ran back to the entry, and sat down to their story,
taking pains to read carefully, as if their object was to learn to read;
and though they did not expect it, they did, in fact, have a very
pleasant time.

Have we not here, then, the distinction between character-drawing and

psychology? Character-drawing is the presentment of human nature in its
commonly-recognized, understood, and accepted aspects; psychology is, as
it were, the exploration of character, the bringing of hitherto
unsurveyed tracts within the circle of our knowledge and comprehension
Have we not here, then, the distinction between character-drawing and
psychology? Character-drawing is the presentment of human nature in its
commonly-recognized, understood, and accepted aspects; psychology is, as
it were, the exploration of character, the bringing of hitherto
unsurveyed tracts within the circle of our knowledge and comprehension.
In other words, character-drawing is synthetic, psychology analytic.
This does not mean that the one is necessarily inferior to the other.
Some of the greatest masterpieces of creative art have been achieved by
the synthesis of known elements. Falstaff, for example--there is no more
brilliant or more living character in all fiction; yet it is impossible
to say that Shakespeare has here taken us into previously unplumbed
depths of human nature, as he has in Hamlet, or in Lear. No doubt it is
often very hard to decide whether a given personage is a mere projection
of the known or a divination of the unknown. What are we to say, for
example, of Cleopatra, or of Shylock, or of Macbeth? Richard II, on the
other hand, is as clearly a piece of psychology as the Nurse in _Romeo
and Juliet_ is a piece of character-drawing. The comedy of types
necessarily tends to keep within the limits of the known, and
Moliere--in spite of Alceste and Don Juan--is characteristically a
character-drawer, as Racine is characteristically a psychologist. Ibsen
is a psychologist or he is nothing. Earl Skule and Bishop Nicholas,
Hedda Gabler and John Gabriel Borkman are daring explorations of
hitherto uncharted regions of the human soul. But Ibsen, too, was a
character-drawer when it suited him. One is tempted to say that there is
no psychology in Brand--he is a mere incarnation of intransigent
idealism--while Peer Gynt is as brilliant a psychological inspiration as
Don Quixote. Dr. Stockmann is a vigorously-projected character, Hialmar
Ekdal a piece of searching psychology. Finally, my point could scarcely
be better illustrated than by a comparison--cruel but instructive
--between Rebecca in _Rosmersholm_ and the heroine in _Bella
Donna_. Each is, in effect, a murderess, though it was a moral, not a
mineral, poison that Rebecca employed. But while we know nothing
whatever of Mrs. Armine"s mental processes, Rebecca"s temptations,
struggles, sophistries, hesitations, resolves, and revulsions of feeling
are all laid bare to us, so that we feel her to be no monster, but a
living woman, comprehensible to our intelligence, and, however
blameworthy, not wholly beyond the range of our sympathies. There are
few greater achievements of psychology.

Let us turn now to a more memorable piece of work; that interesting play

of Sir Arthur Pinero"s transition period, _The Profligate_
Let us turn now to a more memorable piece of work; that interesting play
of Sir Arthur Pinero"s transition period, _The Profligate_. Here the
great situation of the third act is brought about by a chain of
coincidences which would be utterly unthinkable in the author"s maturer
work. Leslie Brudenell, the heroine, is the ward of Mr. Cheal, a
solicitor. She is to be married to Dunstan Renshaw; and, as she has no
home, the bridal party meets at Mr. Cheal"s office before proceeding to
the registrar"s. No sooner have they departed than Janet Preece, who has
been betrayed and deserted by Dunstan Renshaw (under an assumed name)
comes to the office to state her piteous case. This is not in itself a
pure coincidence; for Janet happened to come to London in the same train
with Leslie Brudenell and her brother Wilfrid; and Wilfrid, seeing in
her a damsel in distress, recommended her to lay her troubles before a
respectable solicitor, giving her Mr. Cheal"s address. So far, then, the
coincidence is not startling. It is natural enough that Renshaw"s
mistress and his betrothed should live in the same country town; and it
is not improbable that they should come to London by the same train, and
that Wilfrid Brudenell should give the bewildered and weeping young
woman a commonplace piece of advice. The concatenation of circumstances
is remarkable rather than improbable. But when, in the next act, not a
month later, Janet Preece, by pure chance, drops in at the Florentine
villa where Renshaw and Leslie are spending their honeymoon, we feel
that the long arm of coincidence is stretched to its uttermost, and that
even the thrilling situation which follows is very dearly bought. It
would not have been difficult to attenuate the coincidence. What has
actually happened is this: Janet has (we know not how) become a sort of
maid-companion to a Mrs. Stonehay, whose daughter was a school-friend of
Leslie"s; the Stonehays have come to Florence, knowing nothing of
Leslie"s presence there; and they happen to visit the villa in order to
see a fresco which it contains. If, now, we had been told that Janet"s
engagement by the Stonehays had resulted from her visit to Mr. Cheal,
and that the Stonehays had come to Florence knowing Leslie to be there,
and eager to find her, several links would have been struck off the
chain of coincidence; or, to put it more exactly, a fairly coherent
sequence of events would have been substituted for a series of
incoherent chances. The same result might no doubt have been achieved in
many other and neater ways. I merely indicate, by way of illustration, a
quite obvious method of reducing the element of coincidence in the case.