Thomas Hardy.

Stories in Black and white online

. (page 12 of 13)
Online LibraryThomas HardyStories in Black and white → online text (page 12 of 13)
Font size
QR-code for this ebook


alternate confidences from Linda and Maud, and
endeavouring to conceal from each the other's
position. This was distinctly hard, but I
pulled it through somehow. And I applauded
each in turn in her firm resolution that, come
what might, she would never give up her
Charlie or her Malcolm.

Fortunately, I myself was not engaged.
Forewarned was forearmed. I was in a
position, I thought, to give a wide berth now
to all classes of men expressly included in poor
grandpapa's interdict.

However, it was only about six weeks later



334 GENERAL PASSAVANT'S WILL.

that I met at the Markwells' a most charming
young man, who really paid me a great deal
of attention. I liked him from the very first,
though I pretended I didn't. His name was
Kirkwood, and he was a struggling artist.
Now, artists had always for me a certain
romantic interest ; and, do you know, it may
be silly of me, bat somehow I never could bear
to marry a man unless he were struggling. I
can't say why ; but well-to-do men always did
repel me they put my back up. I hate their
smug, self-satisfied air, and I love the actuality,
so to speak, of the struggling classes. Men
who work for their living are always more real
to me. Besides, Mr. Kirkwood was so retiring
and unassuming ; and I knew why. He liked
me very much I could see plainly from
the very first ; but he'd heard that I was an
heiress, and he didn't want to marry me,
because I had money. That's the only kind
of man I should ever care myself to marry;



GENERAL PASSAVANT'S WILL. 335

and I won't deny to you in confidence I
thought a great deal, for the next ten days
or so, in the solitude of my own room, about
that delightful Mr. Kirkwood.

A stockbroker, indeed ! With five thousand
a year ! Fancy marrying a stockbroker, in a
world where there are men who can paint such
beautiful things as he did and live on next to
nothing ! It would be simply ridiculous.

Still, I wasn't going to be taken by surprise.
I wouldn't allow myself, even, to begin falling
in love the tiniest little bit in the world with
that charming painter at least, I thought not
before I'd satisfied myself thoroughly that
he was a natural-born subject of her Majesty
the Queen, and a member of the Church of
England as by law established. Both those
points I satisfactorily got out of him in the
course of conversation ; and then I made up
my mind that, come what would, papa or no
papa, if Mr. Kirkwood asked me why, I



336 GENERAL PASSAVANT'S WILL.

wouldn't think it necessary to say " No "
outright to him.

One afternoon, some weeks later, to my great
delight, Mr. Kirkwood asked us all three to go
round to his studio, with Mrs. Markwell and
Bella to do the proprieties for us. Well, Linda
refused ; but Maud and I went, and he showed
us his pictures oh, such lovely pictures I though
I'm sorry to say he hardly ever sold them.
And Mrs. Markwell was so kind ; she stopped
behind in one room with the other two girls,
while he took me into another behind it, to
show me the piece he was then at work
upon.

I don't remember much about that piece, I
admit, though it was really lovely, for he
talked to me a great deal about other subjects
mostly our two selves, I fancy yet not at
all as if he were making love to me. He spoke
rather regretfully, as if he liked me very much,
but could never ask me. And I knew very




"'THESK ARE CLEVER,' i SAID, LOOKING AT HIS SKETCHES."



GENERAL PASSAVANT^S WILL. 339

well why. I saw it in his face. It was that
horrid money that stood between us.

How I wished I was penniless if Mr.
Kirkwood preferred it so !

At last he took down a portfolio of sketches
from a cabinet in the corner, and showed them
to me by the window. They were earlier
sketches than any I had yet seen of his done
evidently before he had taken to art as a
regular profession. " These are clever," I
said, looking at them with my head on one
side, and pretending to be critical ; " but
they haven't such a sense of technique, I fancy,
as the ones in the studio." I thought " sense
of technique" was decidedly good, and, like a
girl that I was, I wanted to impress him with
my knowledge of things artistic.

" Well, no/' he said, smiling, and looking
hard into my eyes ; " those are early attempts.
They were done, don't you know, when I was
still on the Stock Exchange."



340 GENERAL PASSAVANT'S WILL.

I gave a sudden start. " On the Stock
Exchange ! " I cried, puzzled, and just a wee
bit tremulous. " You don't mean to tell me,
Mr. Kirkwood, you were ever on the Stock
Exchange ? "

" Oh yes, I was," he answered, in the most
matter-of-fact tone on earth. " But I did no
good at it, you know; I'm not cut out for
business. I was always daubing or making
thumb-nail sketches when I ought to have
been watching the rise and fall of stocks. So
I left it at last as a bad job, and took to painting
instead, which is my natural metier ; though, of
course, I'm still theoretically and legally a
sworn broker of the City of London."

I turned so pale at those words that he
looked at me in surprise. "That's very
awkward ! " I cried, taken aback, and trembling
violently. Then I grew fiery red, for I saw
in a moment I'd put my foot in it.

" Why awkward ? " he asked, coming closer



GENERAL PASSAVANT'S WILL. 341

and looking hard in my face. "You're faint,
Miss Passavant ! You're trembling ! Let me
run and get you a glass of water."

"Not for worlds," I cried, stammering and
trying to recover myself. " I only meant "

He seized my hand, and held it tight. He
guessed the truth, I think. At any rate, he
quivered. " You must tell me ! " he cried.
" Oh ! Miss Passavant, what is it ? "

" By my grandfather's will," I began ; then
I stopped and faltered.

He let my hand drop short. " Oh yes,
I forgot," he said, in a disappointed tone ;
" I should have remembered that before ; I
shouldn't have dared to approach you."

I saw what he meant in a second, and I felt
I really must tell him now. " But by my
grandfather's will," I gasped out, in an agony
of shame, remorse, and terror for I felt it was
horribly unwomanly of me to have let him see
like that into my very heart " we were to



342 GENERAL PASSAVANT'S WILL.

forfeit it all if we oh ! Mr. Kirkwood, I can't
say it if we any of us married an alien, a
Presbyterian or a sworn broker."

Before I knew where I was, something
strange had happened. He was holding me
in his arms, and pressing me tight to his breast.
He was covering me with kisses. " Ethel my
Ethel ! " he cried ; " then it's all right, after all !
Youll have no money ! And you'll never
mind ! I know you'll be mine ! What's money
to you and me? With you to help me, I'm
sure I can earn enough for both of us. It was
only that horrid, horrid shadow that stood
between us ! "

I knew he was right, so I stood still and
allowed him.

Two minutes later Mrs. Markwell came in
upon us. I suppose I looked horribly flushed
and flurried ; but I understood I was engaged
to Arthur Kirkwood.



GENERAL P ASSAY AN f*S WILL. 343



Y.

NEXT day I made a clean breast of it all to
Maud. She listened in silence, in that calm,
cold way of hers ; then she took my hand in
hers, and, to my immense surprise, kissed me
most affectionately. " Ethel," she said, with
a burst, " I always knew you were a brick ! I
knew you'd follow the guidance of your own
heart. But Linda's so different. Shell never
fall in love, you may be sure, with any one on
earth who could possibly come under poor
grandpapa's prohibitions. She's absolutely
mercenary ! "

In the astonishment of the moment I blurted
out the whole truth. " Why, Maud," I ex-
claimed, " you're awfully unjust to her ! She's
in love already and with an American, too
an alien a foreigner well, there, Mr. Yan-
renen."



344 GENERAL PASSAVANT'S WILL.

It was a shocking breach of confidence, I
admit ; and the moment I'd let the words pass
my lips I regretted it bitterly. But Maud
drew back like one stung ; then she jumped up
with a sudden air of resolve. " If that's so,"
she said quickly, in quite a hopeful tone, " I
must see Malcolm immediately. Malcolm will
tell us ; he's so clever, Malcolm is. I see a way
out, I think. But you're quite sure of this
thing about Linda, are you, Ethel ?"

" As certain as I am about you and Mr.
Mackinnon, Maud," I replied, all bewildered.
" Though I don't see what difference that can
possibly make to you and me, dear."

Instead of answering, Maud looked at me hard
once more, in her calmly contemptuous way
Maud had always a very low opinion of my
humble intellect. Then she rose at once, and
swept out of the room, with her train behind
her, leaving me in utter wonder as to what on
earth she could be driving at.



GENERAL PASSAVANT^S WILL. 345

That very afternoon, as soon as lunch was
finished, Maud asked Linda and myself to go
out for a stroll in Kensington Gardens. From
the way she asked it, we saw at once she had
something definite in view ; and, though Linda
was the eldest, when Maud asked us in her
grand manner to go anywhere, or do anything,
we other two girls would as soon have dreamt
of refusing to obey her as of refusing to obey
a judge in ermine. So we followed her blindly
through Palace Gardens, and past the Round
Pond, and along the path to the seat under the
trees by the Speke Memorial.

As we reached the seat, somebody got up
and raised his hat to greet us. He was ex-
pecting us, clearly. I saw at a glance it was
Mr. Mackinnon.

Maud took his hand in hers without a gleam
of recognition, yet I could see he held it a little
bit longer than was absolutely necessary. " You
got my note, then?" she said, in her com-



21



346 GENERAL PASSAVANT'S WILL.

manding voice. " And you've looked this
matter up for us, Malcolm ? "

" Yes, Maud," Mr. Mackinnon answered, just
a trifle confused, and glancing askance from
her to me and Linda.

" Oh, never mind the girls/' Maud said,
quietly, with a little wave of her hand.
"They're all in the same box, you see. They
won't turn back upon us. Tell us quite plainly
what the law is in the matter."

" Well, I've consulted the will," Mr. Mac-
kinnon replied, drawing an envelope from his
pocket; "and I've consulted the authorities,
and the result is, I find, that if your sister
Linda marries Mr. Vanrenen "

" Oh, Ethel, how could you ! " Linda cried,
turning towards me one red flush, and drawing
back several paces in a tragic attitude.

But Mr. Mackinnon took no notice of her.
" And if your sister Ethel marries Mr. Kirk-
wood," he went on ; " and if, finally, you



GENERAL PASSAVANT'S WILL. 347

marry me, why, then, according to your grand-
father's will, which the Courts would certainly
uphold in every particular, your sister Linda's
share must be divided equally between you and
Ethel ; your sister Ethel's share must be divided
equally between you and Linda ; and your
share must be divided equally between the
other two. So, you see, it cancels out. Each
of you'll get just the same in the end, and all
will come square, as if there were no restric-
tion."

" Malcolm," Maud said, emphatically, moving
back a step and surveying him from head to
foot with supreme satisfaction, " I call you a
Daniel come to judgment yea, a Daniel ! This
is just delightful."

" And what's more," Mr. Mackinnon went
on, looking from one of us to the other, " the
arrangement would in every way be a most
satisfactory one : for the original bequests are
left under trust, and subject to many most



348 GENERAL PASSAVANT^S WILL.

vexatious restrictions ; while the reversions, by
a singular oversight, are absolute, and for your
own sole use and benefit."

" Girls," Maud said, triumphantly, "you hear
him. This is capital. Do you agree to marry
and make this redistribution?"

" Certainly," I answered, without an instant's
hesitation. " And so will you, Linda, as soon
as you've had time to make out what it's all
driving at."

I never saw a man more astonished in my
life than poor dear papa when we explained to
him the decision at which we'd all arrived.
And I never saw a man more baffled either
than Arthur Kirkwood when he found out that
he'd have to take me after all, burdened with
a fortune of twenty thousand pounds, which
he'd never expected. It lost him such a chance
of romantic poverty with the girl he loved
that I really believe, if he hadn't been very
much in love with me indeed, he'd have thrown



GENERAL PASSAVANT^S WILL. 349

me overboard at once, and started afresh in
quest of a penniless damsel. But he managed
to put up with it for rny sake, he said, and
you can see me as his Rosalind in this year's
Academy.




APPLETONS' TOWN AND COUNTRY LIBRARY.

PUBLISHED SEMI-MONTHLY.

1. The Steel Hammer. By Louis ULBACH.

2. Eve. A Novel. By S. BARING-GOULD.

3. For Fifteen Years. A Sequel to The Steel Hammer. By Louir

ULBACH.

4. A Counsel of Perfection. A Novel. By LUCAS MALET.

5. The Deemster. A Romance. By HALL CAINE.

6. A Virginia Inheritance. By EDMUND PENDLETON.

7. Ninette: An Idyll of Provence. By the author of Vcra.

8. " The Right Honourable." A Romance of Society and Politics. By

JUSTIN MCCARTHY and Mrs. CAMPBELL-PRAED.

9. The Silence of Dean Maitland. By MAXWELL GREY.

10. Mrs. Lorimer : A Study in Black and White. By LUCAS MALET.

11. The Elect Lady. By GEORGE MACDONALD.

12. The Mystery of the "Ocean Star." By W. CLARK RUSSELL.
13 Aristocracy. A Novel.

14. A Recoiling Vengeance. By FRANK BARRETT. With Illustrations.

15. The Secret of Fontaine-la- Croix. By MARGARET FIELD.

16. The Master of Rathkelly. By HAWLEY SMART.

17. Donovan: A Modern Englishman. By EDNA LYALL. (Cheap edition.)

18. This Mortal Coil. By GRANT ALLEN.

19. A Fair Emigrant. By ROSA MULHOLLAND.

20. The Apostate. A Romance. By ERNEST DAUDET.

21. Raleigh Westgate ; or, Epimenides in Maine. By HELEN KENDRICK

JOHNSON.

22. Arius the Libyan: A Romance of the Primitive Church. (Cheap

edition.)

23. Constance, and Calbofs Rival. By JULIAN HAWTHORNE.

24. We Two. By EDNA LYALL. (Cheap edition.)

25. A Dreamer of Dreams. By the author of Thoth.

26. The Ladies* Gallery. By JUSTIN MCCARTHY, M. P., and Mrs. CAMP-

BELL-PRAED.

27. The Reproach of Annesley. By MAXWELL GREY."

28. Near to Happiness.

29. In the Wire-Grass. By Louis PENDLETON.

30. Lace. A Berlin Romance. By PAUL LINDAU.

31. American Coin. A Novel. By the author of Aristocracy.

32. Won by Waiting. By EDNA LYALL.

33. The Story of Helen Davenant. By VIOLET FANE.

34. The Light of Her Countenance. By H. H. BOYESEN.

35. Mistress Beatrice Cope; or. Passages in the Life of a Jacobite'c

Daughter. By M. E. LE CLERC.

36. The Knight-Errant. By EDNA LYALL.

37. In the Golden Days. By EDNA LYALL.

38. Giraldi ; or, The Curse of Love. By Ross GEORGE BERING.

39. A Hardy Norseman. By EDNA LYALL.

40. The Romance of Jenny Harlowe, and Sketches of Maritime Life. By

W. CLARK RUSSELL.



APPLETONS' TOWN AND COUNTRY LIBRARY.-70/2m*?rf.)

41. Passion's Slave. By RICHARD AsHE-KiNG.

42. The Awakening of Mary Fenwick. By BEATRICE WHITBY.

43. Countess I^oreley. Translated from the German of RUDOLF MENGER.

44. Blind Love. By WILKIE COLLINS.

45. The Dearfs Daughter. By .SOPHIE F. F. VEITCH.

46. Countess Irene. A Romance of Austrian Life. By J. FOGERTY.

47. Robert Browning's Principal Shorter Poems.

48. frozen Hearts. By G. WEBB APPLETON.

49. Djambek the Georgian. By A. G. VON SUTTNER.

50. Ihe Craze of Christian Engelhart. By HENRY FAULKNER DARNELL.
61. Lai. By WILLIAM A. HAMMOND, M. D. (Cheap edition.)

52. Aline. A Novel. By HENRY GREVILLE.

53. Joost Avelingh. A Dutch Story. By MAARTEN MAARTENS.

54. Katy of Catoctin. By GEORGE ALFRED TOWNSEND.

55. Throckmorlon. A Novel. By MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELL.

56. Expatriation. By the author of Aristocracy.

57. Geoffrey Hampstcad. Bv T. S. JARVIS.

58. Dmitri. A Romance of Old Russia. By F. W. BAIN, M. A.

59. Part of the Property. By BEATRICE WHITBY.

60. Bismarck in Private Life. By a Fellow Student.

61. In Low Relief. By MORLEY ROBERTS.

62. The Canadians of Old. An Historical Romance. By PHILIPPE GASPE.

63. A Squire of Low Degree. By LILY A. LONG.

64. A Fluttered Dovecote. By GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.

65. The Nugent* of Carriconna. An Irish Story. By TIGHE HOPKINS.

66. A Sensitive Pi.ant. By E. and D. GERARD.

67. Dona Luz. By Don JUAN VALERA. Translated by Mrs. MARY J.

SERRANO.

68. Pepita Ximcnez. By Don JUAN VALERA. Translated by Mrs. MARY

J. SERRANO.

69. The Primes and Tlieir Neighbors. Tales of Middle Georgia. By

RICHARD MALCOLM JOHNSTON.

70. TJie Iron Game. By HENRY F. KEENAN.

71. Stories of Old New Spain. By THOMAS A. JANVIER.

72. The Maid of Honor. By Hon. LEWIS WINGFIKLD.

73. In the Heart of the Storm. By MAXWELL GREY.

74. Consequences. By EGERTON CASTLE.

75. The Three Miss Kings. By ADA CAMBRIDGE.

76. A Matter of Skill. By BEATRICE WHITBY.

77. Maid Marian, and Other Stories. By MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELL.

78. One Woman* 's Way. By EDMUND PENDLETON.

79. A Merciful Divorce. By F. W. MAUDE.

80. Stephen MicotVs Daughter. By Mrs. J. H. NEEDELL.
81. . One Reason Why. By BEATRICE WHITBY.

82. The Tragedy of Ida Nolle. By W. CLARK RUSSELL.

83. The Johnstown Stage, and Other Stories. By ROBERT H. FLETCHER.

84. A Widower Indeed. By RHODA BROUGHTON and ELIZABETH BISLAND.

85. The Flight of the Shadow. By GEORGE MACDONALD.

86. Love or Money. By KATHARINE LEE.



APPLETONS' TOWN AND COUNTRY LIBRARY .-(Continued .)

87. Not All in Vain. By ADA CAMBRIDGE.

88. It Happened Yesterday. By FREDERICK MARSHALL.

89. My Guardian. By ADA CAMBRIDGE.

90. The Stor</ of Philip Methuen. By Mrs. J. H. NEEDELL.

91. Amethyst: The Story of a Beauty. By CHRISTABEL R. COLERIDGE.

92. Don Braulio. By JUAN VALERA. Translated by CLARA BELL.

93. The Chronicles of Mr. Bill Williams. By RICHARD M. JOHNSTON.

94. A Queen of Curds and Cream. By DOROTHEA GERARD.

95. " La Bella " and Others. By EGERTON CASTLE.

96. "December Roses." By Mrs. CAMPBELL-PRAE

97. Jean de Kerdrcn. By JEANNE SCHULTZ.

98. Etelktfs Vow. By DOROTHEA GERARD.

99. Cross Currents. By MARY A. DICKENS.

100. His Life's Magnet. By THEODORA ELMSLIE.

101. Passing the Love of Women. By Mrs. J. H. NEEDELL.

102. In Old St. Stephen's. By JEANIE DRAKE.

103. The Berkeley s and Their Neighbors. By MOLLY ELLIOT SEA WELL.

104. Mona Maclean, Medical Student. By GRAHAM TRAVEUS.

105. Mrs. Bligh. By RHODA BROUGHTON.

106. A Stumble on the Threshold. By JAMES PAYN.

107. Hanging Moss. By PAUL LINDAU.

108. A Comedy of Elopement. By CHRISTIAN REID.

109. In the Suntime of her Youth. By BEATRICE WHITBY.

110. Stories in Black and White. By THOMAS HARDY and Others.
110. An Englishman in Paris. Notes and Recollections.

111. Commander Mendoza. By JUAN VALERA.

112. Dr. PauWs Theory. By Mrs. A. M. DIEHL.

113. Children of Destiny. By MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELL.

114. A Little Minx. By ADA CAMBRIDGE.

115. CapVn Davy's Honeymoon. By HALL CAINE.

116. The Voice of a Flower. By E" GERARD.

117. Singularly Deluded. By the author of Ideala.

118. Suspected. By LOUISA STRATENUS.

119. Lucia, Hugh, and Another. By Mrs. J. H. NEEDELL.

120. The Tutor's Secret. By VICTOR CHFRBULIEZ.

121. From the Five Rivers. By Mrs. F. A. STEF.L

122. An Innocent Impostor, and Other Stories. By MAXWELL GREY.

123. Ideala. By SARAH GRAND.

Each, 12mo. Paper, 50 cents ; cloth, 76 cents and $1.00.



New York: D. APPLETON & CO., Publishers, \. 3, & 5 Bond Street



^IT
1



A



D. APPLETON & CO.'S PUBLICATIONS.

BOOKS BY SARA JEANNETTE DUNCAN.

SIMPLE ADVENTURES OF A MEM SA-
HIB. By SARA JEANNETTE DUNCAN. With 37 Illustrations
by F. H. TOWNSEND. I2mo. Cloth, $1.50.

"It is impossible for Sara Jeannette Duncan to be otherwise than interesting.
Whether it be a voyage around the world, or an American girl's experiences in Lon-
don society, or the adventures pertaining to the establishment of a youthful couple in
India, there is always an atmosphere, a quality, a charm peculiarly her own." Brook-

" It is like traveling without leaving one's armchair to read it. Miss Duncan has
the descriptive and narrative gift in large measure, and she brings- vividly before us
the street scenes, the interiors, the bewilderingly queer natives, the gayeties of the
English colony." Philadelphia Telegraph.

" Another witty and delightful book." Philadelphia Times.

SOCIAL DEPARTURE: How Ortjiodocia and I
Went Round the World by Ourselves. By SARA JEANNETTE
DUNCAN. With in Illustrations by F. H. TOWNSEND. i2mo.
Paper, 75 cents; cloth, $1.75.

" Widely read and praised on both sides of the Atlantic and Pacific, with scores of
illustrations which fit the text exactly and show the mind of artist and writer in unison."
New York Evening Post.

" It is to be doubted whether another book can be found so thoroughly amusing
from beginning to end." Boston Daily Advertiser.

f> For sparkling wit, irresistibly contagious fun, keen observation, absolutely poetic
appreciation of natural beauty, and vivid descriptiveness, it has no recent rival " Mrs.
P. T. BARNUM'S Letter to the New York Tribune.

" A brighter, merrier, more entirely charming book would be, indeed, difficult to
find." St. Louis Republic,

N AMERICAN GIRL IN LONDON. By SARA
JEANNETTE DUJNCAN. With 80 Illustrations by F. H. TOWN-
SEND. I2mo. Paper, 75 cents ; cloth, $1.50.

"One of the most naive and entertaining books of the season." New York Ob-
server.

" The raciness and breeziness which made ' A Social Departure/ by the same
author, last season, the best-read and most-talked-of book of travel for many a year,
permeate the new book, and appear between the lines of every page." Brooklyn
Standard- Union.

" So sprightly a book as this, on life in London as observed by an American, has
never before been written." Philadelphia B^^llet^n.

"Overrunning with cleverness and good-will." New York Commercial Adver-
tiser.

" We shall not interfere with the reader's privilege to find out for herself what, after
her presentation at court and narrow escape from Cupid's meshes in England, becomes
of the American giri who is the gay theme of the book. Sure we are that no one who
takes up the volume which, by the way, is cunningly illustrated will lay it down
until his or her mind is at rest on this point." Toronto Mail.

New York; D, APPLETON & CO., I, 3, & 5 Bond Street.



A



M



D. APPLETON & CO.'S PUBLICATIONS.
ANY INVENTIONS. By RUDYARD KIPLING.

Containing fourteen stories, several of which are now pub-
lished for the first time, and two poems. I2mo, 427 pages.
Cloth, $1.50.

" The reader turns from its pages with the conviction that the author has no supe-
rior to-day in animated narrative and virility of style. He remains master of a power
in which none of his contemporaries approach him the ability to select out of countless
details the few vital ones which create the finished picture. He knows how, with a
phrase or a word, to make you see his characters as he sees them, to make you feel
the full meaning of a dramatic situation." New York Tribune.

"'Many Inventions' will confirm Mr. Kipling's reputation. . . . We would cite
with pleasure sentences from almost every page, and extract incidents from almost
every story. But to what end ? Here is the completest book that Mr. Kipling has yet
given us in workmanship, the weightiest and most humane in breadth of view."
Pall Mall Gazette.

" Mr. Kipling's powers as a story-teller are evidently not diminishing. We advise
everybody to buy ' Many Inventions,' and to profit by some of the best entertainment
that modern fiction has to offer." New York Sun.

" ' Many Inventions ' will be welcomed wherever the English language is spoken.
. . . Every one of the stories bears the imprint of a master who conjures up incident
as if by magic, and who portrays character, scenery, and feeling with an ease which is
only exceeded by the boldness offeree." Boston Globe.

"The book will get and hold the closest attention of the reader." American
Bookseller.

" Mr. Rudyard Kipling's place in the world of letters is unique. He sits quite aloof
and alone, the incomparable and inimitable master of the exquisitely fine art of short-
story writing. Mr. Robert Louis Stevenson has perhaps written several tales which
match the run of Mr. Kipling's work, but the best of Mr. Kipling's tales are matchless,
and his latest collection, 'Many Inventions/ contains several such." Philadelphia
Press. \

"Of late essays in fiction the work of Kipling can be compared to only three
Blackmore's ' Lorna Doone,' Stevenson's marvelous sketch of Villon in the 'New


1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 12

Online LibraryThomas HardyStories in Black and white → online text (page 12 of 13)