Show i ' ' '1 Sunday Morning 1 ' f i ' - 4 I - i t t (I VI''' 1 '' - P " 991 ' ) :-- 1 4 i r N f ftilt " I 1' 0 il IR if : t k - C---- r 0 lit ( BY MARGUERITE ! - t i KEEFE I t ‘ I SALT ilitec 1 ' 1 db Newsboys were still calling their Eensational headlines two hours after midnight when Dan Harrigan boarded the transcontinental bus in Union Junction to start for Valley Park There was a drizzling rain falling The headlines of the Union Junction Evening Gazette rang in Dan's ears repeating over and over again the tragedy of the past two days et Silver Gulch "Twenty Dead in Mine Gas Kill Miners! Tragedy! Cave-i- n Twelve Still 1liss1ng!" Dan's twinkling blue eyes were clouded and his face with its many little lines traced by silver ore and dust was haggard He still clutched his copy of the Gazette folded to the story of the disaster As the eastbound bus pulled out and away into the darkness of the western mountains he folded the paper and thrust it in his pocket He then turned his weary mind backward from the tragedy of yesterday to other and happier days at Silver Gulch t Twenty years before on k lovely warm June day the mail wagon which was also the only passenger transportatiOn from Union Junction had stopped in front of the post office at Silver Gulch Dan Harrigan had caught his breath as Sally Shane without waiting for any manly assistance sprang easily from the wagon to the Around Something about her sliri boyish figure and the eagerness in her- bearing carried Dan back to his own lost youth and love He finally made himself known awkwardly explaining that Sally's aunt Rose Mulcahey had sent him to meet her and to guide her to the Mulcahey rooming and boarding house on Main rain-swe- - pt - street Sally's dark hazel eyes shone expectantly behind her veil and her thin freckled face came transformed when she smiled at Dan She laid a slender white hand on his arm and exclaimed iml)ulsively "Thanks for coming Dan! I love Silver Gulth already" The front parlor of the rambling old rooming' house lay in when Terry Flannigan descended the narrow dirty steps He was cleaned up for his usual evening stroll after his day's work in the mine He was whistling gayly as he stopped on the threshold The whistle died on'red-heade- d Terry's lips as he caught sight of the girl by the window A street light shining in from outside fell upon her light brown hair that was cut very short but still curled around her thin freckled face Sally looked up and her lovely hazel eyes met Terry's Irish blue ones If Dan's heart had turned over when he first laid eyes on Sally Terry lost his completely The waltz tune grinding away on the phonograph down in Sloan's billiard parlor might have been a glorious symphony so completely wonderful was that moment Sally ran her fingers through her hair and smiled uncertainly "I don't believe I've met you before—" Terry advanced into the rcom "I know darn- well you haVent" he re semi-darkne- ss - - plied :t ---- 11111116 The wind WSJ rustling softly through the great pine trees "You win he conceded quietly "Go on Dan i akLb they were wildly in lOve until that strange October day had been raining and he ' had tinkering 'around in the kitchen Multahey's n house The rain a dismal tattoo-osome tin cans In the alley outside the kitchen window The door from the hall burst open and Sally Shane dressed for traveling and carrying a suitcase came in "I've 'come to tell you 'good-by'-- Dan" she said through tight lips "But Sally what's happened? I thought you were goint to stay—I thought you and Terry—" "Please Dannle don't make me talk about that Terry's got too to miss me" friends other many girl was voice strained with her Sally's effort to control its trembling Dan had finally gotten a brief – outline of what happened Terry had seemed thrilled happy and perfectly attentive for a while Then he had gradually resumed his old friends and his old habits The climax tame when Sally met Terry on the street with a very questionable female companb Ion and Sally had reverted to her Irish ancestors In spite of his disap pointment over the outcome Dan Harrigan had laughed quietly at the Idea of Sally Shane's "blowing up" ' and telling' Terry whlt she thought of him right on Main street opt Silver Gulch Dan had been more than mildly surprised that Terry had offered neither defense nor responded angrily to Sally's outburst Now 20 years later Dan Harrigan still wasn't sure what had lain hind the breaking of the engagement of Sally Shane and Terry Flannigan Terry had never married For a long time he had pursued his same old way of living Then one day Terry was summoned to Butte by the illness of his only sister When he returned he brought a tiny baby boy his little orphaned nephew From that day on Terry lived for the little boy When it was time for little Jimmy to walk' it developed that he was hopelessly crippled and so Terry's care and devotion to the tiny little boy became a passion Dan Harrigan could never forget that Fourth of July celebration It seemed impossible that it had been only last July Coming down from the mountains where he had been on a prospecting trip Dan had come upon Terry on Main street Terry had been dressed as neatly aa ever in light trousers white shirt and dark tie Be had been bareheaded and his red ohaia gleamed' in the bright sunlight Perched on hiw shoulders so that he been the might see the parade tiny mite of a boy "Well Jimmy boy are you havin' fun?" Dan asked Uncle Terry "I'll say so Dan brung me ta see the Parade" "He's a pretty swell uncle eh Jimmy?" Dan winked gravely at the little boy He's "Sure Uncle Terry's swell gonna fix ut so I kin walk ain'tcha ---- '1 trbe Znit 15-m1- le 7 '' large fault upon which to base so my comment ! ' that at the same time that I am perr-' -' interesting haps ' ! those readers who i care very little for 4 ' stories I am also ' teaching my astu- dents in the shori 1 I'''1'-1:l'0jostory and those '''C''' readers who hope ' 1 that some timq they k ' 4 may try out fdr the 4 page a good lesson krof (uivey for their future conduct Well Miss O'Keefe you have put me in just that spot: you have no very serious fault in this story and I am left up in the airf The little opportunity you do suggest and which I eagerly grasp at for I know It will Interest both of my two groups of readers lies in the fact that your characters afid their actions are a little off from reality on the side of romanticism a thing that is very common to all story writers both good and bad and which seems almost unavoidable owing to the short space in which a story must be told Believe me I am not hitting at your storY' I like 'It I just had to have a toehold from L A Q) which to jump There is a common tenciency of those who think they are sophistito sneer at any least cated story-wis- e touch of romanticism in the short story and they strenuously talk realism while at the same time perhapil by rebound they fall over into the realm of naturalism even so far as the French naturalism It is the purpose of this comment to appreciate realism and to mildly deprecate both romanticism and naturalism which are opposite poles of the same thing and to condemn severely the hyper-sor- t of romanticism which is call?d melodrama and that of nature ism which Is the French type and especially that variety of the latter which W EtS worked out practiced and transmitted to the large school of Frenchmen who followed them by the Goncourt brothers eminently as we think In their "Gerrninie Lacerteux" a very interesting piece of fictIon As usual we start our reasoning from the premise that the object of fiction is to give the truth of life In terms of beauty We are sure that all of the five groups of fictionists herein mentioned ultimately accept this definition although the French naturalists would have scorned such an implication But when we say that by the expression "terms of beauty" we do not mean the seeking and isolating the things in life that so many fictionists say are the only fine beautiful "lovely" and proper things in life for treatment On the other hand in story work we would quite dogmatically insist that all things the manure heap the the prostitute the prosy nousewise flapper the roue the farm-han- d etc to Infinitude have beauty iind if they are Intensely moving beauty can see the looked at by one who D 'beauty In the commonplace" W no Howells' phrase than which greater one has been offered in modern times for the judgment of literary material But we mean only in part this beauty which is in all things even that gargoyle of the desert the Gila monster we mean also quite equally to insist on a beauty of treatment which is the only means and vehicle of 'bringing out the actual beauty that is present in everything that is natural honest and sincere as much evil wrong and offensive are Again we must hedge against misunderstanding: we do not mean by beauty of treatment either eloquence window-dressin- g or the purely rhetorical in other Words embellishment or the building of a front Much as we have talked on this page about "effect" we do not mean effect in the sense of the seeking to impress the superficial artificial and evanescent for its own sake The effect that we have always meant is the impression as Joseph Conrad 7 —- - really hifi 4- - px ! 1 1 r z - - l! - - - 1 - attention it - ) ' 1 1 t : i ! t It was this ability to see the beauty that exists in a congenital Idiot and to bring it out with beauti- - s f each thing that we meet simply and permanently us and from witch we eecape do what we wilL It is that which comes to the open sensitive receptive mind from everything upon which he concentratee $ - 1 'said that natnrally makes on can never --- "--- pars-grap- -- ful treatment that made Doetoevsky one of the great masters of realism and that gave him the rower to make others see that beauty as clearafi he does in Prince Mishkin in ' ly his "The Idiot" This latter la what we mean by beauty of treatment: the ability to mlike others see as the author sees whether they accept or not The Aregoing outlines what we mean by reallem: the seeing of the beauty that there is in everything air it was in Anna Hare nine Emma Bovary Tom Jones Ane tonal and the archblahop to whnm death came as It is opened up to us In the novels which these names suggest and the vivid Integral and presentation of the figures in their dance of life perhaps of death to the extent that the reader is enabled to ace a very large percentage of the beauty which the authbr saw and tn give It its value In life'a pageant Thia is realism: the of the truth of life la rreaentation terms which skill bring its votaries to a greater realization of the divine principles which are working underneath its surface There is no other literature that is classic Accepting thts rather extended' definition of reallem romanticism is that form of fiction which attempts to paint and decorate the roe which neer only its poignant beauty Its perfection of form its externality while naturalism looks only for the worm which eats greedily at ite heert Realism sees both the rose and the worM and the'truth of life which is In each as well as in their union romanticism Is a process of supposed addition thereby making it more beautiful than it Is In fact or even in ideal (God forbid and forgive such presumption!) and naturalism is a process of subtraction wherein the author seeks to cut away what seems to him a false beauty which he believes does not exist but has been assigned by some enthusiast and that thereby he puts the whole world in its proper place since It is a rotting etinking pasty mess of muddling morons at its best and the only salvation' lies in revealing It—there being little of beauty or goodness anywhere or anyhow There is no imprecation necessary with this class latter ' We wonder whether our readers have got all That has been said If they have not we shall be glad to make vain repetition for their benefit If they have got the Ideas given they will see that rornanttcism and naturalism are the positive and the negative poles of the samel1 thing realism which Is the zero point one tries to go above the other below Melodramatism Ls ot course the raising of the romantic to the Nth power where all good beautiful and - true becomes absurd by Teaaorf of the great exaggeration and the intensification of the emotional values French naturalism sought tn reduce everything to a phyalological basis the lower brain the organs of digestion and of circulation and the means of elimination and the ways of bringing young into the aworld being the fundamental and im: was portant things of which fictioncourae to treat Emotional values of fell to the level of those of the beast they looked only to the presaevation of thelihysical melt and the satisfaction of the physical hungers Again we urge our writers to the practice of realistic fiction We ask them to go out in their own world and hunt for the beauties in the common things about them When they have found this we want them to try to make pur readers see what they have seen setting forth this brilliant jewel in the setting of the common even of the sordid in which they found it until at last all of us shall be like new pioneers in the unknown forest of humanity ever-prese- nt three-dimenalon- al blood-aeratio- n - long-suppress- Notice to Writers manuscripts submitted in The Tribune's contest acconipanied by the signed certificate below 'The iribune flUI reject any manuscript not accompanied by such certificate AUTHOR'S CERTIFICATE Editor's Note: for writers must AU bti gct to 'em" Sarah Shane leaned forward her hands clasped around her knee She spoke slowly in a tight tired voice "There was a time when—I'd have a'most died for—him Really Dan" earnest eyes she turned to his "I loved him and if he'd ever really wanted me—Well I'd just be a miner's widow—now I suppose" Dan fumbled in his inside coat "Do you think he didn't pocket went you—honest do you?" "What else could 1 think?" Dan did not baffle Her directness "Well I kinda thought the same only this morning or was it yester- day morning—" "Never mind that! What was it State City Street Number red-rtmm- Date hereby certify 19 that the short story inclosed titled II submitted Signed Sally" Sally sat upright so suddenly that Terry looked up startled Her eyes were shining She was bubbling over with interest and enthusiasm "I bet there was a reason for that Why don't you tell me Dan?" Sally teased Terry slipped his arm around her and was happy when she relaxed against him again "Why don't you tell Dan 'bout us instead sweetheart?" he asked Insofar as her pug nose and freckles had permitted Sally had looked up demurely into Terry's worshipful eyes "Tell Dannie what Red?" she had queried innocently Terry had pulled her closer to hinu (One of the serious obstacles which I Meet in writing rny copy for this page is the getting of a 'story about I can find no 1" t d 179 1913 Romanticism Vs Realism well-meani- A crescent moon had been shining that summer night several weeks later Dan had been taking his ore wagon back to Silver Gulch empty after unloading at the railroad 11 Union Junction Sally and Terry were returning with him after a day of sight seeing in the railroad town The route teamsters dignified the Union traveled June between they tion and Silver Gulch by calling it a road Id reality it was only a trail winding ever upward to the rich little city 7000 feet high in the rugged mountains The feeble rays of the ninon traced a pattern on the wInding trail Sally lying bark against Terry's shoulder had dreamily remarked It looks like a 'Silver Trail' Dan'''' Dan had ellifted his black pipe from one side of his mouth to the other before he replied "The Injuns always did call this the 'Silver Trail' --OCtob- er - her-sel- - red-heade- Zribune Allen wife of Dr Allen was exclaiming "My dear Dr Shane you must —you simply must—meet my husband!" Dr Shane ran those slender splendid fingers through graying brown hair with that completely charming and unaffected gesture that great surgeons throughout the country would have recognized immediately "Really" she protested in a grave voice "I must beg off ratherhusky I've some old friends I must look up" ("And the good Lord forgive me for f) that one" she added ruefully to Sarah Shane's deep hazel eyes were thoughtful as she got on the hotel elevator Somehow she had eluded her hostesses- - They bored her terribly but deep inside her she knew that in spite of her career she envied these women their placid uneventful lives The elevator came to a smooth stop at the fourth floor 'Dr hane flashed her rare bright smile upon the operator as she left the elevator As she turned the knob and entered the small but pleasant living room of her suite a man arose from the deep upholstered chair by the win dow Sarah Shane looked at Dart Harrigan for a full minute with wide Incredulous elPes and then with little cry she flew into hie arms ''Dan dear old Dannie Harrigan what bsought you here?" Laughing crying incoherently she became Sally Shane of Silver Gulch again grid for the moment Dan Harrigan's tears mingled unashamedly with hers Then laughing a little shakily he held her off at arm's length and speke "You're not with forced lightness changed Sally rre darlin' Hair's atilI on end eyes full of all hell and voice like ari angel" "Dan quit it You're just teasing now I'm old—just an old maid" Dans calm blue eyes watched fascinated as her strong white fingers and smoothed the unruly hair brought a semblance of neatness to her tailored suit and white blouse once more Then question followed question as Sally Shane strove in vain to cover the gap of 20 years and the still more unbridgeable gap between Silver Gulch and Shelton Memorial hospital where Dr Sarah Shane was well on her way toward becoming chief of surgical staff At length Dr Shane had exhausted her list of friends relatives aid acquaintances in Silver Gulch that is all save one Silence fell in the little room The crackle of an open fire in the grate added cheer to the dreary November afternoon Dr Shane arose' from where she had been sitting on the arm of Dan's chair Restlessly she moved about the room' Pausing for a moment she started to remove the jacket of her tailored suit Dan watched her with a troubled expression He started a little as standing with one arm in and one arm out of her jacket Sally Shane suddenly exclaimed: "Dan tell me about Terry! Where Is he? What is he?" Dan ran a finger around the Insidet of his 'collar His lips twitched Sarah watched him noting detachedly the myriad little gray lines in his face At last his words came gravely "Can you take it on the chin Dr Shane?" Her slight body stiffened "Shoot Dannie" she murmured He drew the worn folded copy of the Union Junction Evening Gazette from his coat pocket Without speaking he handedOfit to her It was folded to a long list obituary notices One only leaped upward to Dr Shane h who as she read that simple dissolved into Sally Shane She read slowly unbelievingly: "Requiem mass for Terence J Flan-- snigan who was one of the miner trapped in the Fairy Silver mine Monday night will be held at St Josephs Parish church in Silver Gulch on Friday morning at 10 o'clock MrFlan-8 nigan was born in Ireland April 1398 He came to the United States 1n1205 He has lived in Silver Gulch where he wea employed in the mines since 1920 The only survivor is a neehew James Dennis" "No" she whisnered hoarSely ''no not Terry—he was so alive—so—Oh DP11 say it isn't—" "It's true all right" Dan was by her side leadinr' hrr to the big chair big rough hand was holding her whits sieneer one tirrhtly "Terry never changed Sally" he said "That is not until just a few years ago—" "I know Dan" she replied broken- wer e Tears ly flowing down her thin face 'Things ccridn't've ever ever been Any diffe-- ent Oh I don't know Dan I can't believe it—I just can't—" she dropped her head in her hands After what seemed a long time rearSarah Shane straightened ranged her crumpled blouse smoothed her hair and turned to Dan Harrigan with a direct question "What hapor— pened Dan ? Was it a cave-i- n gas?" -noth- Cave-i- n trapped 'em They were dead when the rescue par t y : tell her the story and hurry" Dan had pulled the team to a stop He lighted his pipe with maddening deliberation When it was drawing to his Eatistaction he commenced "It really ain't much of a story Sally There was an Injun brave once a long time ago 'Pears like he was goin' to marry the purtiest girl in the tribe But before he took her he set out up the mountain to look ler gold and silver" And to think a lot of modern people believe that idea is original with them" Sally Interrupted dryly Dan took his pipe out of hia mouth and staring straight ahead along the trail he resumed "Well this brave was gone a long time He got hiasilver right enough but when he got back to his camp borne other fella had run awaywith his girl So the Injuns sort of got the legend goin' that whoever cacne over this trail looking for eilver Would find it but wouldn't ever have the girl they loved" Dan ended his story abruptly and started the team forward once more on the rumbling :creaking journey Sally lay back against Terry and was quiet for so long that he finally asked "Asleep honey?" Sally straightened up and let her sensitive hand stray through Terry's curly red hair as she replied "No just thinking—about the legend of the 'Silver Trail' You know Terry I haven't been sure that I could give up wanting to be a doctor—even for you until now" Terry moved restlatly He couldn't follow Sally's sudden philosophical streak "I don't gek it" he exclaimed a trifle Impatiently' She leaned forward" gazing ahead intently aa she tried to explain "Yu see Terry a''Silver Trail could be an ambition just as well as a search for silver and gold I was afraid our 'Silver Trails' yours and mine might not be the same" "But Sally—" Terry's anxiety was pathetic The lights of the little mining town Uncle Terry?" came into sight tar above them Under the little boy's clear blue "Never mind Red it's all right a tenseness passed over Terry's 'eyes now" she smiled brilliantly upon him but his voice was steady confifate "We'll travel our 'Silver Trail' to- dent as he replied "You just bet we are Jimmy old boy" gether and it'll always end—up there at Silver Gulch" The dawn was lightening into nose Ntulcahey who ran the board- - I a drabgraycheerless daylight Dan his and head on turned street Main holuie opened and wearily rooming ing his eyes as though by so doing he where Terry lived was Sally's aunt could rid himself of his nagging Aunt Rose liked the gay memories The bus driver WaS speakyoung Hallman but she was not ing as he swung the great vehicle unmindful of hia reputation In fact into a service station driveway and stopped "Did you say you had ta she believed that he was altogether in Valley Park by any !special be too wild and reckless to make a suit- time? I'm an hour behind" able husband for Sally Dan stretched tired cramped muscles and yawned widely before anIt had been the private opinion of Aunt Roee that Sally was a bit wild swering "No not any 'speci-- I time so long as it's today" He pulled ths herself:'"No silt respectin' girl would Union Junction Evening Gazette from go gallivantin' clear' to Union Juncthis pocket and turned it to page 2 ion- with a mon 'til all hours of the mornin'" she had bitterly informed glancing agap at a headline encircled in black pencil: Pan Harrigan: arti all of Dan's pro"Famous Woman Surgeon to Lee testation a that he had been present Sarah Shans ture in Valley Park-D- r to act as a chaperone didn't move Arrive:3 Tonight" Aunt Rose one Whit Dr Sarah Shane had given a brilDan had never believed that Aunt RoFe's objections had been much of liant lecture The Valley Park chapter of the National Women's clubs a factor in Sally's final decision He was giving itself 'a pat on the back had thought that Sally and Terry The club's secretary Mrs Wesley were meant for each other and that ' 1 further agree that any prize money I may receive from The Salt Lake Tribune In the event that this story is accepted for publication will be accepted by me as evidence of good faith that 4his is an original composition as Stated above Names used in this story are purely fictitious- - They have not been taken from litr and any resemblance to those of any person locality or organized beedy is purely coincidental as none such has been In My mind or intentions Criticism is made of each manuscr(pt read and this Is returntd to the writer along reith the manuscript it the slot) is found net acceptable to The Salt Lake Tribune as an original composition that no part of the same has been taken or copied from any other story or publication and that the entire composition has never been printed or published before In any other publication or in any form it sufficient postage Js not inclosed the manuscript will neither be rean nor returned Neither vitt The Tribune enter into any correspondence concerning disposal of such manuscript I Dan?" He drew a bundle of papers from his inside pocket Ile epoke slowly as he thumbed through them "Well— after they found—him There wasn't anybody else—so I went to your Aunt hIa Rose's and went things" thr outh Sally's low "Ohl" was like a choked Dan drew ft soiled envelope from the bundle he had been sorting "I found this I think hemeant you to have it I read it" Sarah Shane regarded the envelope that had been white once as a message from another world It was addressed to Dr Sarah Shane Shel - sob pacing back and forth "Who in the world will take care of the little fellow now—that Terry's—" her voice broke "I don't imagine that either your :— Aunt Rose or mell see little Jimmy want for anything—he's a sweet Jittle kid 'Sally" Dan spoke with quiet -dignity "Dr Shane—oh I beg your par-tneat efficient Miss El- man Dr Shane's secretary inter-- rupted herself regarding the scene doubtfully "What la It Alice?" Dr Shane was slowly folding a soiled piece of paper "Dr Melbourne called Dr Shane The Albright case has been brought into the hospital and he wants you to help in the operation It- will take place day after tomorrow morning— A plane leaNes---- -" "Just a minute Alice" Dr Shane deliberately Ignored the note of triumph in Miss Elman's voice as she ' relayed her news "Dan" she turned a grave face to her old friend "you said Terry never married that he — seemed to put all his love and devotion in this little boy—" "You know what I meant" Dan Interrupted bluntly Dr Shane paused beside Dan She put her hand on his arm with a quick gesture of affection "Alice" she said "wire Dr Mel- - — bourne that I won't be back for that operation Dan we'll just about have time to make that 8 o'clock bus for Union Junction" she smiled tremulously at her old friend "And from Union Junction!" asked DPrl Harrigan quizzically "From there—we follow a Silver Trail" replied Dr Shane ton Memorial Hospital Philadelphia Pa It had been sealed and it was stamped Dr Shane drew the single folded shiet of paper from the enIt was dated two weeks velope previously She read: "Dear Sally: ' "I took a long time making up my mind to right to you I aint much at righting letters I that sometimes I was just a big fool when I let you go away from me I never got over missin you Sally even If I didn't I make no fight about you goin guess that Vc'EtS best because you always were different to me I guest you were different to any of us in Silver Gulch Now your a big doctor and maybe as long as we usta be friends you'd look at my little parte"' ner He cant walk he never has walked the doctor here says maybe an operation would cure him Ma names Jimmy Dennis- - bee an awful cute kid you always did like kids If You cant come to him maybe I could bring him to you Waiting to hear from you As ever Terry" watched Sarah Dan Harrigan Shane A pitiful little Smile twisted her lips for a moment but otherwise A telephone rang she was calm 'shrilly somewhere in the suite Dr Shane looked up inquiringly then shrugging her shoulders she spoke quietly ''I don't quite understand Dan I didn't know about the boy" "No you wouldn't've known Sally Jimmy is Terry's only sister's 'little boy She died a few month after the little fella was born Terry went and brought 'Im home th Rose Mulcahey's Between us all we've brought little Jimmy along this far—" "And the poor little fellow's crippled! How old is he Dan" "Let's see now he must be 'bout five or six Nearer six I think" Dr Shane was suddenly on her feet - -- he -- f t I 1: - e b 1 f - t ' ' ' t:: :::'':t n:7: :7:: :- i ''' ' |