Yet there can be no doubt that he hud for her a tender affection, which became intensified as the long, laborious years passed by. Cynical observers, forgetting the genius of his race for conjugal fidelity and underrating his capacity for gratitude, accused him of uxoriousness. They could not guess that his devotion was the just reward of a thousand acts of service and self-sacrifice on her part. The story of how she refrained from the slight test sign of agonizing pain when her hand was crushed in the door of a carriage, so that he might not be perturbed during @ Parliamentary crisis, is familiar, and unlike most familiar anecdotes, is absolurely authentic. A parallel instance of her lifelong devotion occurred when, on her way to Hatfeld to stay with the Salisburys, she fell and cut her face, Disraeli was to arrive Inter on. On her arrival she said to her hostess: "My hus-Vand is preparing a great spetch. If he finds out I have had an accident, he will be quite: upset. want you to take me straight to my room and' say I have a headache. He has lost his eyeglass, and you put me a long way from him at dinner, he will never sce what a condition I am in." How many wives would have thus resign. ed the precious balm of alittle loving sympathy? Mr. Sykes, who has a genius for finding an opposi quotation, gives us the following sketch of the couple in old age by a French diplomatist.
Un, ture trance, seceutr Tejon. Clute Mary Ann, et dorricre ile Gait Dizas, farde, sépulerat, a Serniere. boucle! teiate. en noir' et celle sur ws front dégurni. Mary. an" portait ur la poitrine, comme porce 1a plaque dun order, Darby and eccentric Joan a rich Tous and touching spectacle: it in peculiarity of the English to Tough a little at things they are
The Last Scene But the most cynical saw nothing" ridiculous in Disracli's grief at hia wife's funeral, which took place at Hughenden a few weeks after the French observer had written hig sketch, using the humane satirist's ink which is composed of vitriol and the milk of human kindness in equal parts, Here is the story told by Mr. Sykes:
walked batctraded the mise istence from the Manor Houvet Invafe'sodden geese by the moule the cold "wind playing. with. Mis. supe Diciously™ dark hair," turning. streaks white in unex aces "Hell "have no. one' 0 itr for tim now. she's preacsscwon, es rents wks made fna°tone of unaffected feel Indeed it was one of those says ings which recognize the pathos of petty circumstance, hinting at: the endless exchange of little domestic services which can make marriage noble and triumphant achieves ment. This funeral picture 1s not Jess pathetic than that of Carlyle in extreme old age kneeling in solitude at his wi and can Seymour. Londo "Hall, Price, Ti. 6dr This novel is described as an afte shoot of the author's earlier "Thred Wives," and yet in itself a come nete storys 'That is only partly correct. So far as it in a study of Lindsay Borden, it may be -ealled self-contained. But those who have not rend ita' predeceaser will tead that they must now do so, if they, fare to know what happens between Lindsay and Tony Warren, one of the three women, and those wha have read "Three Wives" may be excused if, with a general admiring recollection of its plan and chare actors, they have forgotten the de-
Tony's fresh introduction now tails which are necessary to satisfying as they could wish, In addition to which, "Three Wives' governs the construction of "Youth Rides Out" to a greater extent than, the description just cited of the Inter book would lead us to suppose, It robs the new story of the climax, which—however old-fashioned the notion may be—does seem to be called for in an artistic work.off fiction, even at the sacrifice of some realism, Honesty compels us to indicate this "amount of disappointment, in the design of Mrs. Seymour's Intest novel, mingling with the: delight forded by its extraordinary ting uatities. Chief among these is, the breadth of outlook with which the history of Lindsay and Camilla conceived and presented. That, least, is complete in itself in the long "Book If, on which the short section on the relations of Mark Borden and Naomi, Lindsay's pare ents; and the concluding one about 'Tony, cast illumination. Again and again, the story of Lindsay and Camilla reaches @ point where, we feel, only s punctilious sincerity' can carry it forward securely, and that saving grace is achieved. In ite implications on the foundations and responsibilities of marriage, thd novel has a significance that' gives unusual importance, and roading it—carefully, as it must be read—we admire the acuteness of its obs servation, and are deeply moved by its tense, restrained feeling. Our sympathies are held poised between the man with his priggish idealism of love and the woman with her con" scious acquiescence in her refusal to pay its price. Tt is a fine study, entirely free from a false roman+ latest novel, "Joshua's Vie sion," is the story of a man who has made hig fortune in a very pros sic and practical way." Then an old. desire asserted itself and Joshua bes came a sculptor, and ike Pygmation in the old myth, Joshua fell in love with his creation—or, rather, with the model it resembled. For his host of readers Locke has again written an urbane, agreeable and thoroughly pleasant and absorbing. book.
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