The Key West Citizen Newspaper, May 11, 1953, Page 10

MANORAKI Wi! INA UNTI ENTUPe || HIsTORY WE WEAR ROCKET?) | HIS VOICE BYRADIO® HE SHOULD HAVE UTED AUTOMATI- BACK TO EATH. LY BACK TO EA®: HE BLACKED OUT--}] BUT HE HASN'T. NOGUO’ NVISIOVW 3HL AAXVUGNYW WOLNVHd 3HL WAHLVI dN ONIONTUS L104 Nag Dla GIx ODS19 FHL y A. de T. Gingras (SILKY by Elizabeth Coatsworth ' fiction, published by Pantheo: “Books, New York City, 144 pages.) | The greatest achievements in prose and poetry are sometimes in a slim volume. Elizabeth Coatsworth has writ- ten a short novel which deserves a place in American literature, It is an excellent piece of prose fic- tion. The author has managed to show with great vividness and sympathy, the eternal story of the realities of man’s life in this world intruding on the inherent poetry and tenderness in his soul, Cephas Hewes, the principal figure in the story, doesn’t like what has happened to him in his middle years. The autumn of the beginning of the story is in tune with his despair. The house of his ancestors is falling to ruin, and his farming is not successful. Hi wife has grown fat and middle- aged, and his children’s good qual- ities are submerged in the. gawki- ness of their growing-up. The gate of the family burying ground swing open to enhance a mood of death and autumnal despair. And it is at this point that Mrs. Coatsworth brings Silky into the picture. The reader may see in the beautiful young girl with the silky shining aura about her, whatever his mood or the shape of his imag- ination may suggest. She may be simply a ghost. She may be the symbol of the romance of the pros- perous yesterdays of the house. She may be Cephas’ dreams when he was a boy. She may be good luck trying to sing her way through the despair in his heart. She may be beauty trying to crash thru the ugliness and ruin of the autumn. This poetic and excellent story is in a literary category with, short American classics like Ethan Frome, Death Comes for the Arch- bishop and Old Man of the Sea. Its small canvas manages to have literary breadth, depth and height. (WEBSTER’S New World Diction- Of The American Language, World Publishing company, New York City, 1724 pages.) This is the fattest bargain in 3 berg (Japanese Children’s Stories, pub- lished by Charles E. Tuttle Co., Rutland, Vermont, 108 pages.) This collection acquaints the ae g rt He Hl ii? g : is Fs a HH a BEER tigee eee Hdert erhatece HAPS aT i att e AP Newsfeatures Chapter 11 * Chinaman’s interest ral- picked up a damp rag the counter, taking ith it, > you okay. Quan Chee 2 Juana.” “ Vhore Quan Chee live?” Chinaman shrugged his <ow shoulders and grinn -oriously, baring short yellow ie B egies "2.- Every poin - nada, about sixty miles south, “3 the focal point for. the game ‘¢ was trying to understand. But *3 sense of timing told him to o'd off on the trip.. After his isle with Harry West tomorrow, ne could go to Ensenada with a tauch clearer idea of what he was pete He. ae a notion he woman get very far ing against Mr. ‘Quan Chee. Yet someone was gettin atient “down there.” Maybe he ad better go down and look over, Sal ‘was t itting down her empty pipe he returned. He took her by the arm and led her out to the sidewalk. it’s the rush, caveman?” “Let's not be late to lose your twenty bucks.” “Tm not in that big a hurry.” He stopped long enough to fill the gas tank, and followed the road out of town. When it became apparent that he had turned away: trom the Agua Caliente race track, Sally tapped him sternly on the arm. “Come clean,” she ordered in a piqued voice. “You're working on a case and I want to know what it is. I don't mind missing the races, but I’m not going to ed| Brindle stopped the car. * spend the day <f my finger- nails, wondering at you're up| to’ The World By DON WHITEHEAD (For James Marlow) WASHINGTON (#—Gen. James A. Van Fleet is another old soldier who isn’t going to “fade away.” Like Gen. Douglas MacArthur, he is in open revolt. against the policy | the MacArthur proposals. Here we} AA DONKEY By A. S. FLEISCHMAN “Spies,” Brindle answered. Her head tilted and her lips parted. “Honest?” she whispered. “Honest.” “T don’t believe it.” A sign loomed up ahead in the center of the road. Alto. About. fifty feet beyond it ‘stood a small inspection station manned by a short Mexican in neat uniform. “Where are you going?” the officer asked in ‘fect ish, “Ensenada” perfect Engli: low will you stay?” “Overnight” - °: The Mexican waved him on. Sally faced him with sudden fury in her eyes. “Overnight!” = eee pa breeze pesinaing low in, “ hor- une beast!” eae eee rindle threw his head bai and laughed. . Her lips pinched together and she twisted in the seat with an angry, jerk. He hadn't planned it this way, but it looked as if she could be very useful. There wouldn't be any particular danger, and she could probably use a holiday. Crist breath- white beach stretched for miles in a half-moon, E coasted into town and turned, 1 Hotel on the beach. a late lunch in the almost Is dining room, t Brindle, it by the ate: mosphere, ea A oghe extremely. pretty Mexloan ‘wal | ress more than he'd ini Sally was adjusting herself to the situation with the utmost and delight. She ly and turned a desk clerk. He dressed and cal senorita te senorit Brindle renseas be “Any bags, sir?” “No bags.” Brindle paid the bill in advance and hunched forward, leaning E i i i fain fat ie “Here's the story,” he went on.| the desk “I don’t know exactly what I'm looking for, but something's hap- pening down there. I want you to keep your eyes open while I’m gone.’ “When will you be back?” “I don’t know,” he answered. “Til ‘keep in touch with you by phone.” “How about my job?” “Tl tell Hanson you're sick.” “Tell him I quit.” “Look, honey,” Brindle ex- Renew “I don’t need a secre- an work for doughnuts.” “No dice. There’s.a fifty in this for you, but it ends there.” ae ep oe said. e road ran along a precipice high above the vin Today is to have war with the Reds, then ‘orea is ‘the right war in the right Place at the right time.” Actually, the Van Fleet argu- ments are an extension of the “great debate” two years ago over water. Brindie which has shaped the war effort; have two renowned generals in re- in Korea for more than two years. Van Fleet became an-author this; week in carrying forward an active | campaign against the Korean war ; policy. He made it clear he isn’t going to sit quietly in retirement. Writing in Life Magazine, Van volt against the: Korean war pol- icy they had been carrying out. Both think the war could be won by making what they call the right , effort. And they believe it is worth that effort. Are the American people will-} ing to pay a higher price in killed .!and wounded to achieve such a us Guest Review By Doris Spangen- might. He says: “In the present peace talks with the Chinese Reds, I am absolutely convinced, we run the | away the Senge} i [ i | fayll ff i | f t i Et é i E i ante i ° t i ih r ra i victory? There is the real issue. Military victories simply are aot won with- out a price in blood. 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