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Goes calmly on her w?v , and will not hear The murmured homagv Love u'ould gladly; render; So puve is she, so quiet and austere! Scanning my lines, "Who can this angel be?" She smiling ashs — and fails herself to see. THE CLEAR WORD -1^===! THE CLEAR WORD There has been a good deal of mysticism in the public prints lately — emanations from Point Loma, perhaps; subtle propaganda. They are interesting , these men with the wide eyes . They write about a multitude of things ; they are masters of glowing phrases , golden wordings , witchery of thought . Eternally invincible are they , being very nebulous and vague . So lofty are their ideals and visions that never by any chance can they be brouf^ht down to concrete wordings . Fixed in the abstract , they leave to their readers the interpretation of these sacred thought-gems . Fine fluidity rounds the paragr2^>hs , and a wizardry of poeticism gilds the pages , until any central idea is lost in dazzled wonder at the pyrotechnics . The type of writing is intox- icating but not tonic . It is impressionistic and Dtgfoot Joe (C . otun» a very vague sense of philology; "vers Ubre" is a case in point. Art or music may legally convey impressions , but the business of words is to convey thought ; each word in the language is an historical entity . When words arc so cleverly conjoined as to orescnt only an impression . something is amiss . Oar mystics have some central thought , cfr'a:?. it across scores of pages, and lose it; they are style et praeterea nihil . They won't play to the gallery , preferring the circle . As a matter of fact, they have no hope of ever reaching the gallery. It is the great mass of our fiction magaz- ines that reflect the gallery, the vox popuU. Magazincdom is aligned in favor of the story related with an artful simplicity — the clear word! The clear word ; that is the thing ! The forthright , honest word , signifying something foursquare and definite ! When Snorri qiiillcd that great chronicle, the Heimshringla , his words f.tted like a mosaic ; he left us a perfect example of the clear word . A work of literature creates a character , then evolves it through the stress of exterior circumstances . The magazine story takes its character ready-made , evolving a plot through & Others the ftrcM of that character tipon exterior ctr- cum«tanct« . If wt regard titts a« cheapening of a noble art, and decidedly infra dig. , then recollect hoiv our grandf ir<« applied like term* to Dumas and other matters . The patt tiventy year* have here evolved a type of magazine that serenely ignores the ranting of the Elder Brethren . It has created a writer as peculiar to this country as is the f euilletoniste to France . These magazines of fiction have filled a gap; and they have been eagerly acclaimed by the reading public . This reading public , not being confined to the Neu) England states but being comprised largely of hoi polloi, does not want character studies . It wants a well-ordered , wholly false and often absurd plot-scheme, progressing in a straight line instead of by zigzag dashes , as in life; but it demands that this plot-scheme be plausible, intricate and fascinating. A new Action maganne makes its curtsivy by deploring these facts and apologetically djt- votes its pages only to the highest forms of writing. Stuff! Why cringe to the Bder Bre- thren? An editor interprets the wishes of the public; he is not to suit his own whims, but to make money for the owners . The public Imows what it wants , and will Bigfoot k^ pay to 0tt it. The mytticf may become the oradee of neui cults , may set about remakins their oum petty worUU after their hearts' de- Mre«: but they cannot make a living by the quill . Even the mu«ic critic« have come from ^eir misty pinnacles. Simplictty has cash value . That is why the magazines pay such excellent prices for the clear word — which is the hardest of all to write. & Others LA CATHEDRALE ENQLOUTIE B«1U far and fin« Lo«t cvcnnort To the blu« vky. Yet shll implore And bid u* fly The citicd roar, To fcek Cod'* *hrin< And hold divine The rich, dec;' thing* That men decry. A bell that ring* And echoe* o'er On angel** wing*; Sweetly it *tng* -> "All life i* thine! Cive God an hour And feel Hi* power Steal far and fine Like bellt aero** The city** dro** — ** THE NAKED MAN ■Mpi THE NAKED MAN A Mciion of the Argonnc tvood b feebly lighted by dtftantftarshelb. Over the mech- anical and !mnian unreckage eddiei the vapor of poison 0a»; yet the tuio men sitting against the ruined gun-emplacement wear no masks* and seem not to feel the gas. Onetsahusliy chap, a marine; his left foot, gone above the ankle , is replaced by an ineffectual tourniquet The other is a c^^tscript; across his breast is a wide gash of bubbling red . Nearby lies a Qerman , bayonet-gashed , who from time to time opens his eyes. At his hnee lies an empty U. S. A. cmteen . The Marine: You were a damn' fool to give him that bottle ! Not that it matters to us, only — The Conscript, smiling: You gave him yours first! i« Bigfoot Joe The Marine : Sure ; I figured your» *ud do u*» but uw should worry now! Say, Fritzie learned »o«»ethm* about fiahtin* today, huh? The Conscript : I feel like writing a poem about it; only Til never write it, of course — The Marine: Cut the comedy , bo ! Say, the way you knifed this guy was one swell bit o* work ! After he ploughed you up , too ! The poet-conscript shivers . The German opens his eyes wide and looks at titem . TheQmnan: Listen — the music! Can you hear it? The Brunhilde motif; it is the valkyr coming for me -- His eyes close again , his head droops . The Marine : Plumb nuts ; I bet he ain't et a square meal in a year ! Say , whni d'you figure on seein* next, bo? The Conscript, blankly: Eh? The Marine : Why , we don*t swallow no bull about fightin* for demoaacy and goin* to heaven: everybody except the home folks is wise to that bunk . But where do we land on the other side, hey? Fightin* Heinie won't ticket ui to the pearly gates, will it? The Conscript , garing at the curiing trees in the mist: Search me! Religion never both- ered me much ; and just now I'm sorry . The Marine: Sorry, hell! Cut out the mm k Others regrets . If you hadn't give that guy your can- teen we might ha' Iztf ted till morning . The Conscript : If you hadn't crawled to help prop him up , your tourniquet might not have given way — Suddenly startled, both men turn their heads . Before them appears the figure of a man , nearly naked , an open wound in his side ; he is regarding them attentively . The Marine : Hullo ! Where in hell did you come from — front lines ? Sit down and take it easy ; no Croy Rouge nor nothin' here to hurry you . Got it bad? The Conscript: Here's an extra first-aid packet — better stop the bleeding . The naked man moves closer , but refuses the proffered packet . The Naked Man : Thank you , brother , but it would do me no good . The Marine : I guess you're right there . Bayonet , hey ? Jabbed up an' got you . The Naked Man : I've come from inside the German lines . The Conscript : Captured and got away , eh? Stripped off your uniform — The Marine: What's your division? I bet Liggetf s corp's been catchin' hell ! The Naked Man : I am unattached . i^Lt.^f^f.'-ismiamk.Jm-'''-' .a"^ - .«.'Vk.^' I ill I Bigfoot Joe Th« Marine , feebly tossing out his mask : Take this; it can't help me , but there's gas around . The Naked Man : Thanks , brother . but I hardly think it would help me , either . The naked man moves , to show them his wounded feet. He opens his hands ; and the conscript breaks into a bitter cry . The Conscript: By God! Crucified yv^u, like they did to the Canucks ! The Marine, pityingly: Aw, hell! The German soldier opens his eyes, star- ing about in vacant wonder. The German : To whom are you talking? There is no one here . Ach . the Valkyr song! It is drawing nearer -- The naked man throws him a glance of stem pity . Then he turns and extends his hand to the conscript. The Naked Man : Come ! I'll help you - The Conscript , smiling : No use , pard ! You chase along — we're here for keeps. The Naked Man : Take my hand and get up! I've come to take you home. The Marine , laughing harshly : Home ! Wtth a faint shrug , the conscript touches the extended hand, grips it, and rises. In his face dawns amazed incredulity . v^rwtMMVBT^sir-^'^B'^ ' SriC»i-.y*. \^'ir- Ic Others The Conscript: Qood lord! I believe I can uialk after all! The naked man turns and holds out his hand to the marine in silent command. The Marine, roughly: Au), don't be a fool — can't you see I only got one foot? You guys chase along — The Naked Man: I tell you, come! Put an arm around my neck; we'll do very well . Take my hand and get up ! Compelled, the marine obeys. Into his bronzed face leaps surprise za he rises . After getting one arm about his helper's neck , he pauses suddenly . The Marine : Look here , you ain't in no shape to stand us both — The Naked Man: Be quiet, brother! We are going home , and you need not doubt my strength . Com-: , let us go. They start away , the marine moving by awkward hops, but moving. The conscript holds to the arm of the naked man , throwing him sidelong glances of frightened surmise — and at length checks himself abruptly . The Conscript: I don't know if I'm out of my head — no, no! Ifs an impossibility. I'm afraid even to think of it — The naked man smfles. Behind them the Bigfoot Joe German once more open* hU eyet and look* about in tuonder. The German: Where are they flone? No one \» here — they were talking, yet I »ce no one. I can Me no one! The naked man ca»t» over hi» »houlder a look of ineffable forroui . From him comes a murmur. The Naked Man : No . you can «ee no one. You cannot even mv ME! And that, Myou fhall come to knotu, is hell. i ■mJh^i & Other* LES DEUX CORTEGES Witiitn tht church hue companit* arc mtt. The ont b nd and bear* an infant** btcr, A woman foUoivins; tloiw attab the teat On h«r palt check, twhctt griaf hia math has act. The ether, a bapciam. Protecting arm Held doM, a nurac upbeara the prccioua mite; Cornea the young mother, uihoae proud look* invite Praiae and allegiance to her baby'* charm. They chriaten, they abaolve; the chapcla deat. Then tite two women, croaaing in the aiale. Exchange a aingle glance at joining tiiere; And — wondroua .myatety to inapire a prayer — The young wife weepa in ganng on tiie bier. The mourner throwa the newborn child a smile! I ONE NIGHT AT HEALVS "cS^S^^^ m.' 'Jt-i Jf^i^'h I ONE NIGHT AT KEALY'S We recall many a charming talc , dont in the moft Lamb-Uk« ot ^xtnU , reaardtng the rar« and curiou* old volume* picked up at the farthing «talU . Le Oallienne ha» remin- uKed moft delightfully and incredibly in this fashion, a* have others; but I, for one, long ago decided that these degenerate days never untneMedsudi discoveries as those recorded in le temps jadb . Many and nuiny an hour have I spent delving along dusty shaves in grimy shops , or by the less alluring ways of the spick-and •pan, rebound and furbished, dustless and listed Olde Book Shoppe uihose displays are priced at their umght in carets. In both have I been disappointed. Many a catalog have I pored over, only to decide that aU catalogs are suppUcd from publishers' remainders * Bigfoot )oc . it » ■ Hi-; i; One conclude* that the old book trade M a thing of the pa«t , at tea«t m f ar a* uie none too affluent consumert are concerned. The dealer* know too mudi about tfietr ware* and are too eager after exce** |»rofit» . They fatten upon the rich manufacturer who ceek* tcholarly polish , or the tcholar who ha* in- herited the price of gratification . If they find an Elzevir, however mean, they placard it at a rare price, and await the victim who think* that all Elzevir* are trea*ure* . Once, indeed, I found a little *hop in New Orlean*, off the touri*t lane*, where I encountered over a *core of delightful volumes in French, filled with hand-tinted plate*, at *ome very low figure. Ala*! Ihadiu*tbeen entrapped in Royal *treet and had but little money left. I bought a number of the *weet tooled-morocco volume* at *omc little *acri- fice, and went my way. Later, in fund*, I returned for the remainder of the *ct, only to find that a famou* playwright had di*covered the treasure — and all were vanished . With thi* exception, luck wa* *eldom mine . Old book *hop* were many , bargain* few. From city to city it wa* the *ame old *tory; until, upon a cold and foggy night in San Franci*co, I chanced to pa** tiie forbid- Othiers ding and tfrimy portal of a thop kept by one Healy. I merttly •ntffed and turned to catch a jitney; I had come from a survey of certain doumtouin shops and felt tiiat I had no more time to waste . Then I saw the proprietor , sitting in an easy-chair in his unndotu , whidt framed dull old spectacles within a luxuriant and mig^ ty fringe of reddish-grey whiskers . Fascinated, I turned again. Once more to try my luck ! Hopeless though I knew it to be, I would still essay tfie impossible -~ and I entered. Truth to tell , my entry was compelled less by hope than by that curious spectacle in tiie window . In the doorway I came to a pause, aghast before a dim array of shelves which at some prior day had been assorted , but were now jumbled and hesMped in a most erratic madness of confusion . The fringed old gentleman in the easy chair was reading one of his own books ; and this was an excellent sign . He barely vouch- safed a grunt to my greeting , directed me to switch on the lamps and help myself, then resumed his book and a huge pipe . As directed, I turned on the lights and began my explorations . Already the mystic Bicifoot Jo^ alchtmy of this •tage-Mtting held me gripped in a pleasant excitation, a glouiing confidence that here awaited ungueMed treasure-trove ! MirabUe dictu ! At the very first turn I pulled doum a glorious big volume , newly bound in half morocco, which proved to be no other than Dr. Shaw*« Traveb in Barbary. Every map, every letter and engraving and page was perfect, even the paper was as chastely unblemished as when struck off the press of Oxford University in the days of the first George. The press-work , like that of the first folio of Beaumont & Fletcher, was a delight to the eye; abounding in Arabic, old-style Greek, Hebrew and less-remembered tongtt<'« , it was all as nobly *xef ited as if it had b^cn drawn by hand and lithographed. A price was penciled on the flyleaf; it would scarcely have amounted to taxicab fare home . I sighed over the high insolence that prompto dealers to face their customers with the prices these wares fetched twenty or fifty years ago; then I turned to the fringed divi- nity with tremulous query . "Everything marked plain," he made response , without raising his eyes from the book in his lap . Ye gods and little bookworms — the & Othtrt dnam had com* tnit ! Or umm it a ckanct M — ptihapa aenM lurt to catch umvafy fctt? No matttr; unthtn fivt minutta dinntr uiaa forootttn , all ttapenaibiUtita put aaidt , and I luaa hookad faat. Thoac unordtcad •hdvaa hald av«fythin0 from Ruaatan novala to Frtnch adtnti^c trtatiaca, and Amaricana ran riot. Imagine a copy of Vcraltua, that rara ^tion of aaga-chanta , for fifty canta; and , no Icaa cxpanaive, a apanUng fina copy of Mma. da Qrandforf a axacratad work on tha Louiaiana Craolca , aarana in ita dingy binding of ante-ballum daya! Hara ivaa tha aort of place hitherto found only in romanccra' talaal And a littU old French handbook for gardenera, with quaintly tinted platea; or a firat edition of Palgrave , or a hiatorical work from the library of the Qarde Royale Huaaara! Then the dii»covery of Rii^Mrda'a mem> oira — Rtpperda, that fine Hollander who became a Spaniard, wearing the collar of the Golden Fleece and ruling all the wide reabna of Spain , then paaaed into Morocco and ruled that land aa paaha — Ripperda, who took new religiona or ^miliea at will, but ruled alwaya until the gout feidied him to a devout Biofoct Joe Chrbttan end — here ivftt the croiumng find! I f taggered home that night freighted tuith treasure . A few day* later I returned , uiith the intent of further »earch and seizure; but thif time I did not enter . I only turned mournfully from the doorway , above which flaunted the dire announcement : THIS PLACE HAS CHANGED HANDS i MKVTW. .-9 ' St Othtr* With a Branch of Semper-vtrsnt Unto the end that age to agt «hall know The perfect love which Ronaard gave in fee. How your warm beauty laid cold reason low And held in fetter* all hi* liberty; Unto the end that age to age shall ace How your sweet face shrined in hi* life was lying , How in hi* heart you dwelt eternally — I Hring to you this flowered branch, undying. Which knows no frost to sere its radiant spring! When you are dead I shall revive you, chaste And lovely: such the tribute that I bring. Who in your service find all bliss entbraced! Like Laura, loved of Petrarch, you will live — At least, while books immortal life can give! n m *K THE LnTLE VISITORS THt LITTLE VISITORS il it It wa» lately my good fortune — and I so tenn it advisedly ~- to entertain a bud- ding Bobhevist in my midst . He was an excellent young man and a fellow uiriter, who had been discharged as an officer of the nation's armed forces . Not knowing him intimately , I invited him , with hb brotiter , to spend a part of the summer in a cottage which I maintained 9» an office . In due time the twain arrived and were heartily welcomed , They were made quite at home in my studio , which was furnished to my own fancy with books , rugs , tools of the trade, rare and curious objects from foreign parts, and, what occasioned much interest, an amount of correspondence filed away . t This final title has been altered since the printing of the Table of Content*. Bigfoot Joe n i if ft The young gentiemen made A«ii:»»«lve» very much at home, and, in the courte of a few day»* intimacy, confetted to a boyishly intense sympathy uiith the Bobhevihi. They reveled in a uihite-coUar abstinence, oblivious that the hated uniforms were vastly more be- coming than their fwesent garb, and tooh a keen delight in tearing to shreds the integ- rity of the press and the administration. One must admit that the latter was rather silly ; but to think the press of the world in a vast conspiracy of lies against Lenine et al., sav- ored too much of a de Quincy phantasy. Political creeds, of course, could not mar the pleasure of the visit . But in course of time it gradually dawned upon me that my guests were rather exacting in their way of taking things for granted . They acquired a happy f acul^ of lett- ing me run their errands, or of utilizing my services as chauffeur. The only argument against this was its matter-of-course air. I presume that the Bobheviki , like the Arabs , feel any expression of gratitude to be unwor- thy them. Still , this was but a small cavil against great writers — men of genius who had acc- omplished high things in their profession and 'm'^mm & Oth«r» tpera attaining a worthy place in literature ! It uias uiith come misgiving*, hotvcvert th4t I observed certain very odd tendencies ; such as , for example , plying the gentle arts of Munchausen upon the diespised caste of editors. When one delicately hinted that this might hardly be considered as strictiy etfiical, the notion uias greeted with roars of scorn- ful laughter. Etitics were individual things entirely , much beneatit the consideration of free artists . And what was an editor com- pared with one who wrote literature? Less than tiie dust! Hotvever, the suggestion titat it was the editor who wrote thi 'Seeks , proved to be sobering — amazingly obering. The days wore breezily on, with much writing and earnest endeavor , and much dis- cussion of why no man in the writing game today deserved the place he held ; that is, no man at the top . One or two had some facil- ity ; a little plot , perhzq^s , a gift of words , • lilt to paragraphs — but thb was "all tticy had." The heroic dead , happily , possessed virtues. There began to be a Bolshevik atmos- phere about ttie place , a vague and unsatis- f=! Bigfoct Joe • 1' ii fied air of much begun and little fini»htd . Oddly enough, my frien'^ 'were uiorhing on anti-red propaganda; - cc* -nt work, too. if it did come but tlouily . Curiou* hou» antipa- thy to white collar* »eem» to involve in it» anathema all form* of hard labor ! The visitor* found the country lonely . One evening I dropped in unexpectedly at the cffice , and my pretence seemed to excite an odd embarra»»n»ent. It developed that my friemb were giving a party , k) of cour»e I at once withdrew gracefully . Some time later, a young man about town informed me, grinningly. that th«n letter* I got from editors were futtinly nch ! Upon inquiry I found that my gue«te kindly elucidated the art of writing, to their local acquaintance, by mean* of my correspond- ence. _. Nor did they deny the matter. They were •© puztled at my objection* that anger could not exUt; .ince I did object, of cour*e it would occur no more. In the face of w charming a »implicity. what could the ruffl- ed cour*e of ho*pitelity do but resume the even tenor of it* way? ...... . But Uttie thing*, a* i* their habit , m time grow onerou*. Around the book*, Ihe & Others rare and curious objects, the uirittng tools, climbed filth and sqtialor unbelievable. In despair, seeking the kindliest way out of the impasse , I wa* summoned away for a month or so. Not without sorn^^ misgivings —quite justified by events . When I returned to the office , I f ounu tfiat my guests had departed . So had many of my books and things. In their stead re^ mained castoff raiment and much misplaced matter. I have now adopted the firm rule of in- variably inquiring into the politics of a friend before erecting him into the status of a guest JI Sonnet au Ltctcur I haiUd you, reader, after ancient uiont. Crying "Bonjour!" upon my (ir«t fair pao*; aoM* my book in type of gloomier font — For we are come into a periloua age. Gone are the golden day* of merry wage, Of nympht and Uughing god», of king* who smiled, Of Mbcr men who jeered me for a dUld, Of merry foob who jeered me for a sage. In factioned ttrife our irouWed time ia veiled. Our poet* Mng, witit politic* inflamed: Yet »hall I not be counted to have failed If you, who read me, read me once again! And if two word* my wicdom may contain. Let them be Joy and Folly, unashamed! HERE ENDS THE BOOK BIOFOOT JOE & OTHERS HANDSET & PRINTED BY THE AUTHOR AND THIRTY COPIES DISTRIBUTED PRIVATELY From The Same Pr«M Verf« RGS & THISTLES FRUIT BEFORE SUMMER GATHERED VERSE CORN WINE 8c OIL Pro«e THE MYTH WAWATAM L'ARBRE CROCHE MISSION SAN JUAN CAPISTRANO