ing him for a while I decided that this ascendancy was principally in his eyes. I do not wish to overwork the popular clichés of fire and flash and smolder; S

ed Smith's attitude towards us. With perfect sincerity he looked on us as immensely clever fellows, particularly the late Mr. Jack London and the author of The Crimson Specter of Hangman Hollow; but there he had finished with us. We were high

my own. If young Smith did not express himself in the terms to which I was accustomed, he expressed himself none the less. Don't ask

rd tympani in the Helmsea Mess, was part of that Wonder that to-day a George takes from an Elizabeth's hands. Four h

and referred back to his own Government. Then had ensued what Chummy cheerfully described as a hell of a dust-up. General Officers had stormed and had wanted to know "what the devil he meant by it"; the correspondence, I have been told, weighs between eleven and twelve pounds; but in the end he had received his ticket-already endorsed for improper conduct in offering his services to a foreign if friendly Power. You will believe that

or paint a jazz picture or else be told that the fire of his personality has no expression and his chosen work no value. Very much on the contrary. I think myself that Charles Valentine Smith was a thinker so single of purpose that it never o