The evening world. Newspaper, March 2, 1903, Page 11

i 4 € 2 ® _ Love JS tories by Nina Larre Duryea, Who Told ofa Lowe Tragedy in Her Sensational JS uit for Divores. The Young Society Woman Who Claims to Have, Been Called Opprobrious Names by Her) Husband (C. B. Duryea, Son; of Gen. Duryea), Whom She Is Suing for Divorce, Writes a} Collection of Stories Entitled “Under the Palms.” Coincident with the suit for divorce which has brought Mrs. Duryea before the public, comes the first issues of her book from) the press of J. F, Taylor & Co., and the opening story bears the strangely significant title “It Might Have Been.” To literature has the wife of Chester B. Duryea, son of Hiram Duryea, the starch king, turned for consolation and support in the hours when trouble has oppressed her. “Among the Palms” (tales of Florida. is the title of the book of short stories in which the beautiful young wife, whose marital unhappiness has been so thoroughly aired in the Supreme Court, has sought fame, and in the sketches of the languorous land where the shadows of the palms and the pungent odor of the magnolia blossom fill the sould with poetic longings Nina Larce Duryea found the inspiration for her stories. In the beautiful Villa Zorayda at St. Augustine the young woman spent hours writing the tales of her Southern home. The few that were written before her marriage ‘were published several years ago in pamphlet form for private circulation, N”™ LARRE DURYEA has written a book. -but since the problem of finances has been an issue in her life Mrs. Duryea has decided to adopt literature as a profession. “I want to bring my child up in an atmosphere different from the etifiing and insipid surroundings of children of the Four Hundred,” the aspiring authoress announced when her pamphlet of short stories was . ‘warmly approved by friends and critics, ‘and I mean to support him myself by the aid of my pen. His education shall be the prompting inspiration of my life.” ‘The vividness with which Mrs. Duryea has portrayed in court the inci- dents of Adirondack camp life and the stories of her unhappy married ex- perience is intensified in the volume of tales of Southern life. The ethics of the young wife's life are expressed in a faint suggestiveness throughout the lines of her book, and the evident lack of esteem in which she holds unintellectual man is a strident keynote. “It Might Have Been” is the story, which, written several years after her marriage, gives a faint suggestion of the woman's premonitions of her own unhappiness, It is the story of a young woman's love for a Catholic priest. The theme is daring in the suggestiveness of the situations and in the relations of the girl of twenty-two, reared in luxury and surrounded by the attri- butes of languorous existence, and the brilliant and strong-minded scion of priesthood, Mrs. Duryea has worked out a subtle love story which begins with the heroine's strange attraction toward the priest she has heard preach in the Cathedral'at Palm Beach. “Cyril Winthrop,” the story opens, “had but to close her eyes on the luxurious disorder of her room, with its countless knick-knacks and costly appointments, to imagine herself again listening to those words in the dimly lit Cathedral, She saw the drooping, pathetic face of the Christ on the ‘high altar; the twinkling lights below indistinct and blurred by the clouds of incense floating in wreaths about the chancel; the absorbed at- tention of the congregation, white and black, and the impassioned face of the preacher. The remembrance of that face disturbed her—its terrible earnestness had shaken her habitual complacency,” “She was conscious of curious mental uneasiness. She rose and went to the window. The soft, moist air swayed the curtains inward and stirred her hair as she stood there. The light from the low hanging moon of the Southern skies rippled through the lace draperies and swept over her into the room, glinting here and there on the -polished surface of the silver on her dressing-table, revealing distinctly the luxurious furnishing of the room. “Cyril Winthrop had been compared by a friend from Boston to the Egyptian obelisk in Central Park, with its coating of paraffin, Like it, .you are apparently impervious to both the burnings and the frosts of life ‘with the effective, though intangible mask,’ he had said,” ny Whe airong. desire to meet Father Gaston possesses her, She writes | a A The Moonshiner’ S eseaaeat: —By C. S. Reid. A aA A Lovers’ Quarrel and the Bi (Coprrisnt, 1904, by the Dally Story Pub. Co) | sionate outburst, had left the cabin and MIX JOU git huffy too darned easy for | one down the road in an almost oppo- your own good. Mag. You ought |#lte direction from that taken by her {© curb that temper.”* husband, and Bil would have found “BIN Burl, alr you goin’ to take me! only an empty cabin nad he returned to Ann Baxter's party?" asked Mag in}on the implse of his half-formed resolu- @ tone which was meant to be calm, | Hon but which was, nevertheless, wavering Areas apatinaa Gn Cal, , A h oon reellin . Just & Httle from the throbbings of her | 4%, neil: mga cealna ae hb lap aah Rise ty pf the western sky, Its dim rays steal- Pentup ange , ing softly through the tops of the I've told you once, Mag,” answered | gerubby (rees on the mountain elde and Bill, in a falf severe tone, “that I] casting faint €an't take you to Ann Baxter's party, | ground, It Bisiness comes ‘fore frolitokin’ an’ them singlin’s has to be worked off to-mght.” Then I can tell you, you'll regret It weird shadows on the Was scarcely lighter than bright starlight, yet It ned not dark enough for the purpose three men 5 a who had cautiously entered the woods ors rere night, Bill Burl" declared) trom the highway {n front of Bill Burt's ap epitetully cabin, for they looked at each other “I've heard you talk that way afore,"|doubtfully and two of them shook replied Bill, atepping out into the yard. jtheir heads. were following the The big moonshiner sent one swift|wame tral) wich Bill Burl hud followed vence over the hollow below the cabin,jonly @ few hours before, and several Which was alreudy:Immersed In the my} yards in advance of them glided the shadow; then crossed tho road and lithe. form of @ young. woman wo turned his footsteps along 4 narrow(hours before this girl had appeared at Hillside trail. But as he made his way|ihe temporary headquarters of Deputy rag the dense timber, which clothed| Marvhal John Higgins, four miles dis- the mountain side, he began to-reflect.|tunt; on the road leading to Dillshoro, He loved the.gin-wite back in the cabin|and had brought the information that she could jead the officer and bie asso- clates to the very door of the atill- Her | house, where the man they were moat to capture could be found ema. THE WORLD: MONDAY EVEN S iinaaradathd . iceanihceaneieanaine DOSER rg RE METRE Cem Sree ‘ 7 bi ARCH @, 1903. o The tillaLovay dae [him a note requesting a call, signing it Cyril Winthrop, which gives‘no indication as to her sex. She had left New York reluctantly, for she loved her brilliant exist- ence there much as the street gamin loves the blaze of the street proces-/ sion, with its prancing and feathers and all the other excitement of his irresponsible existence. Her delicate beauty concealed the strength and ‘force which was the undercurrent of her character. Her sensitive mobile face appeared the mirror of every thought, but alas for those unhappy wights who so regarded her! Superfi¢ially she was candor itself. Few detected the shrewd and analytical spirit that lay ambushed behind that “thoroughbred” frankness. She required proof beyond question as to all people and all things; without it she gave neither her confidence nor belief, Some people thought her hard, and it was sometimes now a question with herself. And yet she was so made as to find all wrong things attractive, all good things irksome. In fact, she generally found it more pleasant to| serve mamnion, and she did so. John Nesbitt, whom she was to marry the coming June, represented | in a great part the mammon which ehe served. The son of wealthy parents, he had not joined the great army of money-seekers, but spent several years in Europe, where he picked up several languages, a slightly foreign manner and some good bric-a-brac, He adored Cyril as a being far above him men- tally, and since their engagement he had given up any hopes of under- standing what he called her ‘‘vagarics.” | In her description of the two characters in “It Might Have Been,” friends of Mrs. Duryea fancy they see a pronounced analysis of the fair) writer and the lover who wooed her seven years &go, and from whom she} is now seeking a diyorce. Father Gaston comes in answer to Cyril's note, and as a result two kindred natures recognize the bond between them. Cyril becomes inter-| ested in the priest’s work among the poor, and a part of her nature whieh | has long Jain dormant is called into play. The meetings of tle girl and the priest in the cottage of the invalid Hannah Heal, the long walks in the romance-inspiring Southern groves, become more frequent. The bond which! draws them to each other becomes stronger, Step by step they c.wie to the understanding that each means a great factor in the other's life. At last the time comes when circumstances will they must part. With an impulsive gesture the girl plucked a rose from those at-her and tossed {ts petals upon her reflection. "See, I scatter these leaves over you, my old self. They are for''—— She paused and turned with a start, for mirrored beside her own face under the floating rose leaves was the face of the priest. “Ah!” she exclaimed, “I began to fear you were not coming to say goodby. But what has happened?” she asked as she saw his pale grave face. “7 gee it is hardly the proper time to speak of such a subject, but I wanted }you to know that Hannah Deal died this afternoon. Your name was al- most the last on her lips, and she asked me to bring you this.” He handed Cyril a little brown crucifix, The girl looked and took it with quivering lips. “You believe she is happy, Father Gaston, do you not?” | But he did not reply. His face was an enigma. Was ita feeling nies Te | pulaton at the girl's frivolous aspect in her ball gown, or was his human | heart stirred by the vision of beauty and tenderness, Did he picture his lite as it might have ben, strengthened and enriched by the sympathy of a noble woman? It was but a moment and he replied: “Yes, 1 believe it. And you-you are happy too, are you not—quite happy?" | “Oh, yes; of course T must be happy.” she sald with an effort at @ smile, “But without your guidance I fear I shall fall from Brace.” | “God forbid,” he replied earnestly. “Say often this little prayer of of tter Atonement that Followed, tlonleaw for a moment. ‘Then whe turned | shincr’s preaet ploreed another form In un | Maw had sprung from the shadow of the ‘o were waiting In un wheats MBE elded her huseand's body Hill's hoad reeled ae thing, afore we dying words which 1 other i suid, “you've a tn > his H fi whim promise me right here ‘at you'll eap- | OY TAM oily Wa rift foreive ture Bill Burl without burtin' him alry | me ou are so good single bit, do you hear?’ The man's arms closed about the form We promise faithfully,” said Hig-| 00 Dis wife in a frenzied emorace, and he strained her to his br i" gins, without hesitation, and the others saaidenl echoed his words ieee Hit's jest about ten stops on tother He aide ‘o' this rook,” sald Mag-and u and ihe officers looked upon the next moment she would have wiven the | mene with awe. At lust, tenderly as world to have been able to undo her} he would have handied ah infint. Bil eee nti teeta laid the body of Mag upon tho more nights wor aya covered earth at his fret and once more Higgins now took the lead, and the] caced the marshals officers filed cautiously around the edge} “Defcnd. yourse he a of the rock and came in full view of |auiekly natsed hie volve rang | quick. succe the furnace fires inside of the rude | wietrd Lt ain succes still-houses | wvouud bemide his wite “Run, Bill, r were the words] "Tikqine," sald one of the officere, as “i aYatlneantic the three cOkiiE upon the we which rang out on the stil formes at their f Lili Burl fired hie night in May's clear shrill tonos: pistol straioht up nto the alr. and his the offivers were startled; and three | went off b did, too. gicaming revolvers leaped from (elt ho} sters Just as the wiaard of the Cul- lowheve “wpr through the doorway of the still " if 5 around. peril of itis eituation. With a. de. For Infants and Children, Fenelon's in the midst of your pleasure: cannot give it to Thee. spite of myself.’ , take my heart, for I| the daughter of old Lopo Sanchez and a Northern mother, Ria is tl Save me In| her father, who, since the death of his wife, ives only for his half- The coming of love into the ZOUng, iS The arrival of Prince Charming in the form of Dick ts | girl to love him, dnd the agony of Lopo Sanchez at. the thought nf separated from his child are the salient features of the story. Prince Ohi | Ing, however, after the old man has made his silent sacrifice and thi Duryeu tells a pretty story of an | given him ber love, fails to keep his promise to return for hie little | English earl who hus been ruined through his son’s-gambling debts and| deceiving of the girlb rings the father and daughter together with a has taken refuge with his little granddaughter on a romantic island near| bond, and as Lopo suffers over his daughter's sorrow he realizes (us? hospitality of Max-/ he Is not to lose his daughter there is something that hes passed out ¢ well Keith, an Americanized Scotchman, ut his semi-tropical home off the! life and herg that can never be replace: coast of Georgia, In her description of Maxwell Keith Mre , for 1 cannot keep it for Thee. Keep the cross; it will remind you"— | But that evening as she floated about laden with flowers, smiling and) radiant, a pain was on her héart, where the cross lay, | half-American daughter. “The End of an Barldom" Mrs, The narrator of the story is enjoying the Duryea has given a character “ bright pleture of Andrew Carnegie, a Hkeness which she has endeavored to dis |lharegtinn Seven ae DER PAE OE paees Pty iar cahideg? ei a te | leatHer shoes and blue polka dotted hose he has seen hanging over beneath which his boat is rocking. The story humorously tells of hie night prowling, looking at the shoes of all the hotel guests, bis of the laundry in various negro settlements, his confiding his trou! pretty Miss Randolph, with whom he falls in love, and the startling: covery that she !s the owner of the patent leathers and the polka dots, With | Duryea has founded her romance upon a question of ¥ / feminine lingerle ang wearing apparel, which she describes 1p attractive guise but slightly, He was a younger son whose sole patrimony physique and splendid energ: ten years among iron manufa had been a vigorous he came to America, where} urers had secured him a handsome fortune and had also lessened his veneration for the decaying and idle upper classes | and with these He spent his summers in Scotland their eyebrows at his generous American fashion of presen’ towns with public libraries, and were still more open in thelr displeasure when he announced his views upon the education of the lower classes, Meanwhile he entertained his friends lavishly on both sides of the water, carried them about in steam y: forcible advertisemeat for he su “Prince Charming, of Miam and his old fri ° ed de there valsed! ive daring ‘Mrs. The book of short stories {s but the beginning of her Mterary * says Mrs, Duryea, for at present she is engaged In writing @ novel \ | will deal with New York soclety life, and which, it is anticipated, reflections of her marital experiences, hts, and was, a delightful and ss of American Aponateion " tolls the story of a pretty Southern girl the i 3 I! iH “l Mi \ Wy — y il i } y i cA 4 an qi : i iN iG vill om Hl ii a Amusements Amusements Amusements. 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