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Alsop in an elegy written in February, foreign country before he had read any 1791, gives the very first instance, so far book about it. After reading, the dream as I know, of an allusion in verse to any was half fulfilled, and he turned to someflower distinctively American:
thing else, so that he died without visit“There the Wild-Rose in earliest pride shall ing any foreign country. But the very bloom,
possession of such books, and their preThere the Magnolia's gorgeous flowers un
sence on the shelves, carries one to the fold, The purple Violet shed its sweet perfume :
Arctic regions or to the Indian Ocean. And beauteous Meadia wave her plumes of No single book of travels in Oceanica, it gold.”
may be, will last so long as that one stanza This last plant, though not here accurate of Whittier's, ly described, must evidently have been “I know not where Thine islands lift the Dodecatheon Meadia, or "Shooting
Their fronded palms in air; Star.” This is really the highest point of
But this I know, I cannot drift Americanism attained in the dingy little
Beyond Thy love and care." volume; the low-water mark being clear. How often have I known that poem to ly found when we read in the same vol- be recited by those who did not even ume the work of a poet then known as know the meaning of the word “ frond“ W. M. Smith, Esq.,” who could thus ed”! It is the poet, not the explorer appeal to American farmers to celebrate or the geographer, who makes the whole a birthday :
round world his own.
After all," as the brilliant and melan-
choly Rufus Choate said, “ a book is the Come with bosoms all sincere,
only immortality ;” and sometimes when Come with breasts devoid of care; a book is attacked and even denounced, Bring the pipe and merry lay,
its destiny of fame is only confirmed. 'Tis Eliza's natal day.”
Thus the vivacious and cheery Pope, Pio Wordsworth says in his Personal Talk, Nono, when asked by a too daring author
to help on his latest publication, suggest“Dreams, books are each a world ;”
ed that he could only aid it by putting it and the books unread mingle with the in the Index Expurgatorius. Yet if a dreams and unite the charm of both. book is to be left unread at last, the fault This applies especially, I think, to books must ultimately rest on the author, even of travel; we buy them, finding their as the brilliant Lady Eastlake comattractions strong, but somehow we do plained, when she wrote of modern Engnot read them over and over, unless lish novelists, " Things are written now they prove to be such books as those of to be read once, and no more ; that is, Urquhart, the Pillars of Hercules espe- they are read as often as they deserve. cially, where the wealth of learning and A book in old times took five years to originality is so great that we seem in a write and was read five hundred times different region of the globe on every by five hundred people. Now it is writpage. One of the most poetic things ten in three months, and read once by about Whittier's temperament lay in this five hundred thousand people. That 's fact, that he felt most eager to visit each the proper proportion.”
Thomas Wentworth Higginson.
died and remembered him in their
wills." “HELLO, Jackie!”
But Cook dismissed the subject by Such familiarity of address on the part calling out to one of the men, “Say, of Wright's head draughtsman had long Ed, come over here and tell me what annoyed Hart, but this morning, instead you were trying to do with this old henof nodding curtly, he replied briskly, - coop.” “ Hello, Cookey!”
He might take privileges with the auThe draughtsman winked at his neigh- gust Jackson Hart, whose foreign trainbor and thrust out an elbow at a derisive ing had rather oppressed the office force angle, as he laid himself down on the at times; but he would not allow Gracie linen plan he was carefully inking in. Bellows, the stenographer, to “mix” in The man next to him snickered, and the stenographer just outside the door smiled. Cook was a spare, black-haired little An office joke was in the air.
man, with beady brown eyes, like a squir“Mr. Hart looks as though something rel's. He was a product of Wright's good had happened to him," the ste- Chicago office, having worked his way to nographer remarked in a mincing tone. the practical headship of the force. Al“ Perhaps some more of his folks have though he permitted himself his little
1 Copyright, 1903, by ROBERT HERRICK.
fling at Hart, he was the young architect's “Has the old man wired anything new warmest admirer, approving even those about his plans ? magnificent palaces of the French Renais “ You 'll have to ask Miss Bellows." sance type which the Beaux Arts man “ He said he'd be here next Wednesput forth during the first months of his day or Thursday at the latest." connection with the firm.
The draughtsman stared hard at Hart, The little man, who was as sharp as wondering what was in the man's mind. one of his own India ink lines, could see But he made no answer to the last rethat Hart had something on his mind, mark, and presently Hart sauntered to and he was curious, in all friendliness, to the next window. find out what it was. But Hart did not As Hart well knew, Graves was waitemerge from his little box of an office ing to close that arrangement which he for several hours. Then he sauntered had proposed for building an apartment by Cook's table, pausing to look out of house. The architect had intended to the window while he abstractedly lighted look up the Canostota specifications bea cigarette.
fore he went further with Graves, but he Presently the stenographer came up had been distracted by other matters. to Hart and said:
Jackson Hart was not given to undue “Mr. Graves is out there and wants speculation over matters of conduct. He to see you particular, Mr. Hart. Shall
Shall had a serviceable code of business morals, I show him into your office ?”
which hitherto had met all the demands “Ask him to wait,” the young archi- of his experience. He called this code tect ordered.
“professional etiquette.” In this case After he had smoked and stared for a he was not clear how the code should few moments longer, he turned to Cook. be applied. The Canostota was not his
“What did we specify those I-beams affair. It was only by the merest accion the Canostota ? Were they forty-twos dent that he had been sent there that day or sixties?"
to help the electricians, and had seen Without raising his hand from the mi- that drill - hole which had led him to nute lines of the linen sheet, the draughts- question the thickness of the I-beams, man grunted :
about which he might very well have “Don't remember just what. Were n't been mistaken. If there were anything forty-twos. Nothing less than sixties
with them, it was Wright's busiever got out of this office, I guess. May ness to see that the contractor was probe eighties.”
perly watched when the steel work was “Um,” the architect reflected, knock- being run through the mill. And he did ing his cigarette against the table. "It not feel any special sense of obligation makes a difference in the sizes what make toward Wright, who had never displayed they are, does n't it?”
any great confidence in him. “It don't make any difference about He wanted the contractor's commisthe weights !
!” And the draughtsman sion, now more than ever, with his enturned to his linen sheet with a shrug of gagement to Helen freshly pricking him the shoulders that said, “You ought to to look for bread and butter; wanted it know that much!”
all the more because all thought of fightThe architect continued to stare out ing his uncle's will had gone when Helen of the murky window.
had accepted him. “ When is Harmon coming back?” When he rang for the stenographer
“ Ed lives out his way, and he says and told her to show Graves into his it's long-term typhoid. You can't tell office, he had made up his mind. Closwhen he 'll be back.”
ing his door, he turned and looked into VOL. XCIII.
the contractor's heavy face with an air practical man in the office. How would of alert determination. He was about you like to run the new office ?” to play his own game for the first time, Cook's manner froze into caution. and he felt the man's excitement of it! “Oh, I don't know. It's pretty good
The two remained shut up in Hart's up here looking after Wright's business.” cubby-hole for over an hour. When Hart picked up his sketch and turned Cook had returned from the restaurant away. in the basement where he lunched, and “I thought you might like the chance. the other men had taken their hats and Some of the men I knew in Paris may coats from the lockers, Hart stepped out join me, and I shan't have much trouble of his office and walked across the room in making up a good team.” to Cook's table. He spread before the Then he went out to his luncheon, and draughtsman a fresh sepia sketch, the when he returned, he shut himself up in water scarcely dried on it. It was the his box, stalking by Cook's desk without front elevation for a house, such a one a word. When he came forth again the as is described impressively in the news- day's work was over, and the office force papers as “Mr. So-and-So's handsome had left. Cook was still dawdling over country residence.”
his table. "Now, that's what I call a peach !” “Say, Hart!” he called out to the Cook whistled through his closed teeth, architect. “I don't want you to have squinting at the sketch admiringly. “No- the wrong idea about my refusing that thing like that residence has come out of offer of yours. I don't mind letting you this office for a good long time. The old know that I ain't fixed like most of the man don't favor houses as a rule. Is this boys. I've got a family to look after, for some magnate?”
my mother and sister and two kid bro“This is n't for the firm,” Hart an- thers. It is n't easy for us to pull along swered.
on my pay, and I can't afford to take any “Ob!” Cook received the news with chances.” evident disappointment. “ Just a fancy “Who's asking you to take chances, sketch ?”
Cookey ? " Hart answered, mollified at “ Not for a minute! This is my own once. “ Perhaps you might do well by business. It's for a Mrs. Phillips at yourself.” Forest Park.”
“You see,” Cook explained further, Cook looked again at the elevation of “my sister 's being educated to teach, but the large house with admiring eyes. If she's got two years more at the Norhe had ever penetrated beyond the con- mal. And Will 's just begun high school. fines of Cook County in the state of Illi- Ed 's the only earner besides myself in nois, he might have wondered less at the whole bunch, and what he gets don't Hart's creation. But he was not fami- count." liar with the Loire châteaux, even in Thereupon the architect sat down on photograph, for Wright's taste happened the edge of the draughting - table in to be early English.
friendly fashion and talked freely of his “So you 're going to shake us ?” Cook plans. He hinted at the work for Graves asked regretfully.
and at his prospects with the railroad. “ Just as soon as I can have a word “I have ten thousand dollars in the with Mr. Wright. This is n't the only bank, anyway. That will keep the office job I have on hand.”
going some time. And I don't mind tell“Is that so ?”
ing you that I have something at stake, “ Don't you want to come in ? ” Hart too,” he added in a burst of confidence. asked abruptly. “I shall want a good “I am going to be married.”
Cook grinned sympathetically. It gathering on his clouded brow. It ocpleased him vastly to be told of Hart's curred to him that Hart might be merely engagement in this confidential way. hinting politely for an advance in salary, After some further talk the matter of the but he dismissed the thought. “Have new office was arranged between them you had enough experience ? ” he asked then and there. Cook agreed to look into bluntly. a new building that had just pushed its “I'll be likely to get some more !” head among the skyscrapers near the Hart replied, irritated at the remark. Maramanoc, to see if there was anything “I mean of the actual conditions under left that would answer their purposes. which we have to build, the contractors, As they were leaving the office, Hart the labor market, and so on? Of course stopped, exclaiming,
you can leave at once if you wish to. I “I've got to telephone! Don't wait.” should n't want to stand in your light. " That's always the way,” the
the way,” the It is rather a bad time with Harmon draughtsman replied. “You'll be tele- home sick. But we can manage somephoning most of the time, now, I ex how. Cook is a pretty good man for alpect!”
most everything. And we can draw on The architect did not telephone to the St. Paul office.” Helen Spellman, however. He called up Hart murmured his regret at the inconhis cousin's office to tell Wheeler that he venience of his departure, and Wright had concluded not to contest the will. said nothing for a few minutes. He re
“ And Everett,” he said frankly, “I membered now that some one had told guess I have made rather an ass of my- him that Hart was drawing plans for self, telling you I was going to kick up Mrs. Phillips. That had probably made
I hope you won't say anything the young architect ambitious to start for about it."
himself. He felt that Hart should have The lawyer wondered what had asked his consent before undertaking this brought about this change of heart in his outside work. At least it would have cousin. Later, when the news of the en been more delicate to do so. But Wright gagement reached him, he understood. was a kindly man, and bore no malice. For he knew Helen, in a way better than In what he said next to the
archiher lover did, - knew her as one knows tect he was moved by pure good will. the desired and unattainable.
“I don't want to discourage you, Hart, but I know what sort of luck
felA few days later Wright reached the lows, the best of them, have these days office, and Hart told him of his plan to when they start a new office. It's fierce start for himself, asking for an early work getting business, here especially." release because important business was “I suppose so," Hart admitted conwaiting for his entire attention.
ventionally. Wright had arrived only that morn “ The fine art side of the profession ing; he was seated before his broad desk, don't count much with client or contracwhich was covered to the depth of sev tor. It's just a tussle all the time!” he eral inches with blue prints, typewritten sighed, reflecting how he had spent two specifications, and unopened mail. He hours of his morning in trying to conhad been wrestling with contractors and vince a wealthy client of the folly of cutclients
every minute since he had entered ting down construction cost from fifty to the office, and it was now late in the af- thirty cents a cubic foot. ternoon.
“You young fellows just over from “ So you are going to try it for your- the other side don't realize what it means self,” he commented, a new wrinkle to run an office. If you succeed, you