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getting away, and it was almost mid- the picture-gallery of a Mr. Weednaar, night when the head waiter conducted with a friend who has secured cards for my new-found guest to our table. Then us. I'm not invited to the luncheon, for the first time we had a good look at but I'm keen to see the pictures.' each other, and told each other how Very well,' I said, 'let me make funny it all was and how unexpected plans for you. I tell you what we'll do: and delightful. After an excellent sup I'll make it a holiday; I shall get my per and a bottle of champagne, followed motor in from the country, and go by a fine brandy, and cigars, — for I around with you and show you the determined to do the thing well, — we sights. You want to see “Georgian” grew confidential. We talked of life and Philadelphia, you say — we call it “Coof travel, and finally, of course, about lonial”; I know it well; I'll be your books and authors.
guide, you shall take your photographs 'Have you ever met Booth Tarking- and make your sketches, and in the afton?' my friend inquired. I had. Did I ternoon we, too, will go out and see know him? I did not. Craig had been Mr. Widener's pictures, - his name, by staying with him in Indianapolis. Had the way, is Widener, not Weednaar, I ever heard of Arnold Bennett? I had. and if I can find Harry Widener, a scion Did I care for his books? I did. He of that house and a friend of mine, I'll
. also had been staying with Booth Tar- get him to ask us out for lunch, and we kington in Indianapolis: in fact, Ben- will be there to welcome Bennett and nett and he were traveling together at his friend with their cards on their arrithe present time.
val. What, by the way, is the name of 'Bennett is doing a book for the Har- your friend to whom you owe your inpers to be called Your United States,' troduction to Mr. Widener?' Craig explained; and he, Craig, was 'A Mr. Hellman of New York;a bookdoing the illustrations for it.
seller, I believe; perhaps you know him ‘And where is Arnold Bennett now?' too.' I asked.
'Perfectly,' I said; ‘I probably owe ‘Upstairs, in bed and asleep, I hope.' him money at this very minute.
'And what are you doing to-mor- With this understanding, and much row?'
pleased with each other, we parted for 'Well, Bennett is lunching with the the night. literati of the city, and I'm going to
II take photographs and make sketches for our book. We are each on our own, The next morning, at half-past nine,
we met in the lobby of the hotel and I But the literati of the city,' I re- was presented to Arnold Bennett. I do peated doubtfully. "That would be not remember that at that time I had Agnes Repplier, of course, and Dr. Fur
ever seen a photograph of him, and I ness, and Weir Mitchell, and who else?' was rather disillusioned by seeing a perWe were rather shy of literati at the son quite lacking in distinction, dressed moment, as we still are, and I hoped in ill-fitting clothes, and with two very these would not fail him.
prominent upper teeth, which would Craig did n't know; he had not been have been invaluable had he taken to invited.
whistling, professionally. And after the luncheon, what next?' ‘So you are the man,' he said, 'who I inquired.
has so captivated my friend Craig. He "Well, I believe that we are to go to told me all about your escapade last
night, over the breakfast-table, and in suburbs in the world. If it were not the excitement of narration he ate my for its outlying districts, Philadelphia
would be intolerable. But the day was ‘No matter,' said I; 'you are going to fine, we were in high spirits, like boys lunch with the literati of the city; you out for a lark, which indeed we were, ought not to worry over the loss of your and I determined that our sightseeing eggs. But what is quite as important, should begin at the ‘Old Swedes,' or, to who is giving the luncheon?'
give it its proper name, 'Gloria Dei,' 'George Horace Lorimer,' he replied. Church, and work our way north from
“Then,' said I, you certainly need not the southern part of the city, stopping worry over the loss of a pair of eggs. In at such old landmarks as would seem an hour or two you'll be glad you did to afford material for Craig's pencil. not eat them, for Lorimer understands What a wonderful day it was! Agreeordering a luncheon, no man better. able at the time, and in retrospect deI'm sorry for Craig, for he's lunching lightful, if somewhat tinged with melwith me; but we shall join you during ancholy, for I chanced to read in an the afternoon at Mr. Widener's.' English newspaper not long ago of the
This seemed to upset Bennett com- death of my friend Craig, in some way pletely. “But we are going to Mr. a victim of the war. But looking back Weednaar's by appointment — we have upon that day, everything seemed as cards —'
joyous as the two quaintly carved and 'I know, from George Hellman,'I in- colored angels' heads, a bit of old Swedterrupted; 'I don't need any cards. If ish decoration, which peered down upon Harry Widener is at home, we will us from the organ-loft of the old church lunch with him; if not, we will join you about which Craig went into ecstasies some time during the afternoon.' of delight — as well he might, for it is a
Bennett looked at me with astonish- quaint little church almost lost in the ment. He had doubtless been warned shipping and commerce that surrounds of bunco-steerers, card-sharks, and con- it. Built by the Swedes in 1700, it fidence men generally: I appeared to stands on the bank of the Delaware, on him a very finished specimen, probably the site of a block-house in which reliall the more dangerous on that account. gious services had been held more than We left him bewildered; he evidently half a century before its erection. thought that his friend would be the Too few Philadelphians know this victim of some very real experiences be- tiny church or attend its services: it is fore he saw him again. As we parted, he out of the beaten track of the tourist; looked as if he wanted to say to Craig, but some of us, not entirely forgetful 'If you play poker with that man, you of old Philadelphia, love to visit it ocare lost'; but he did n't.
casionally, and if the sermon gets weari
some, as sermons sometimes do, we can III
creep out stealthily and spend a few
minutes prowling around the graveWe Philadelphians do not boast of yard, - where interments are still the climate of our city. During the made occasionally, -- looking at the summer 'months we usually tie with tombstones, on which are curiously cut some town in Texas — Waco, I believe the now almost illegible names of devout — for the honor of being the hottest men and women who departed this life place in the country: but in November in faith and fear more than two cenit is delightful, and we have the finest turies ago.
'But come now,'I at last had to say, necessary sounding-board surmounting 'this is our first, but by no means our them like a benediction. best church; wait until you see St. *How dignified and exclusive the Peter's.'
square pews are!' said Craig. 'They look The ride from Old Swedes Church to for all the world like the lord of the St. Peter's has nothing to recommend manor's, at home.' it; but it is short, and we were soon ‘Yes,' said I, and not half so exclustanding in one of the finest bits of Co- sive as the people who occupy them. lonial church architecture in America. You could have made a very pretty pic
'Why,' exclaimed Craig, 'we have ture of this church crowded with wealth nothing more beautiful in London, and and fashion and beauty a hundred and there is certainly nothing in New York fifty years ago, if you had been lucky or Boston that can touch it.'
enough to live when there was color 'Certainly, there is n't,' I said: 'and in the world; now we all look alike.' if you were a Philadelphian and had an 'I know,' said Craig; 'it's too bad.' ancestor buried in this church or within I could have told him a good deal of its shadow, you would not have to have the history of Christ Church, which we brains, money, morals, or anything next visited. It is only a short distance else. Of course, these accessories would from St. Peter's; indeed, in the early do you no harm, and in a way might be days, Christ Church and St. Peter's useful, but the lack of them would not formed one parish. The present strucbe ruinous, as it would be with ordinary ture was built in 1727, of bricks brought folk.' Then I spoke glibly the names of over from England. Architecturally, it the dead whom, had they been living, I is the finest church in Philadelphia; and should scarcely have dared to mention, so expensive was it for the congregation so interwoven are they in the fabric of of two hundred years ago that, in order the social, or as some might say, the un- to finish its steeple and provide it with social, life of Philadelphia.
its fine chime of bells, recourse was had ‘And these people,' said Craig, 'do a lottery! Indeed, two lotteries were they look like other people - do you held before the work was completed. know them?'
Philadelphians all felt that they had a It was a delicate question. It was not stake in the enterprise, and for a long for me to tell him that a collateral an- time the bells were rung on every possicestor was a founder of the Philadel- ble occasion. Queen Anne sent over a phia Assembly, or to boast of a bowing solid-silver communion service, which is acquaintance with that charming wom- still in use, and its rector, Dr. William an, Mrs. John Markoe, whose family White, after the Revolution, became pew we were reverently approaching the first Bishop of the Episcopal Church
. Craig could, of course, know nothing in the United States of America, havof what a blessed thing it is to be a ing finally been consecrated at Lambeth member, not of St. Peter's, but of 'St. after years of discussion as to how the Peter's set,' which is a very different episcopacy was to be carried on. So matter; but he fully appreciated its ‘Old Christ, as it is affectionately architectural charm, and as we strolled called, may properly be regarded as the about, he observed with the keenest in- Mother Church in this country. When terest the curious arrangement of the Philadelphia was the national capital, , organ and altar at one end of the church, Washington attended it, as did John and the glorious old pulpit and reading. Adams, and Benjamin Franklin, occadesk at the other, with a quite un- sionally - perhaps not often enough,
But our time was limited and there No doubt the plain marble slab, with was much to see: Carpenter's Hall, and the simple name and date (for Franklin the State House with its beautiful win- needs no epitaph in Philadelphia), is dows, which Craig called Palladian, and more dignified, but I have always wishits splendid Colonial staircase, from ed that his first idea had been carried which I was powerless to draw his at- out. tention to the far-famed Liberty Bell. As we were only a stone's throw from
'I know all about that,' said Craig; the Quaker Meeting-House, we paid it 'I've been reading it up; but if you can a hasty visit, and I confessed, in reply tell me in what single respect an Eng- to the question, that, often as I had lishman has n't just as much liberty as passed the austere old brick building, I an American, I shall be glad to listen.' had never entered it before, although I
Having forgotten to point out the had always intended to. grave of our greatest citizen, Benjamin At last I looked at my watch Franklin, who, we love to tell Boston- necessarily, for something told me it ians, was born in Philadelphia at seven- was lunch-time. We had had a busy teen years of age, we retraced our steps morning; Craig had made sketches with
- if one can be said to retrace one's incredible rapidity while I bought phosteps in a motor-to the Christ Church tographs and picture-postals by the burying-ground at Fifth and Arch score. We had not been idle for a moStreets. There, peering through the ment, but there was more to be seen, iron railing, we read the simple inscrip- Fairmount — not the Park; there was tion carved according to his wish on the no time for that, and all parks are more flat tomb: "Benjamin and Deborah or less alike, although ours is most beauFranklin, 1790.' I have always regret tiful; but the old-time 'water-works,'
, ted that I had not availed myself of the beautifully situated on the hillside, opportunity once offered me of buying terraced and turreted, with its three the manuscript in Franklin's hand of Greek temples, so faultlessly proporthe famous epitaph which he composed tioned and placed as to form what Joe in a rather flippant moment in 1728 for Pennell says is one of the loveliest spots his tombstone. The original is, I be- in America, and which, he characterislieve, among the Franklin papers in the tically adds, we in Philadelphia do not State Department at Washington, but appreciate. he made at least one copy, and possibly But Craig did. It was a glorious day several. The one I saw reads:
in mid-November, the trees were in
their full autumn regalia of red and THE BODY
gold, the Schuylkill glistened like silver of
in the sun, and in the distance tumbled, BENJAMIN FRANKLIN
with a gentle murmur of protest at bePRINTER
ing disturbed, over its dam into the (Like the cover of an old book
lower level, where it becomes a river of Its contents torn out
use if not of beauty. I thought how And stript of its lettering and gilding)
seldom do we business men pause in the Lies here, food for worms.
middle of the day to look at anything so But the work shall not be lost For it will (as he believed) appear once more
free from complications as a 'view.' In a new and more elegant edition
My factory was within ten-minutes' Revised and corrected
walk; there, penned up amid dirt and by
noise, I spend most of my waking hours, THE AUTHOR.
discussing ways and means by which I may increase the distance between my- canny power of observation, had seen self and the sheriff, neglecting the beau- and doubtless understood and apprety which unfolds itself at my very door. ciated everything in the gallery, but I determined in future to open my eyes
had remained mute; an 'Oh'or an ‘Ah' occasionally; but hunger put an end had been all that Mr. Widener was able to my meditations. Food is required to extract from him. The old gentle even on the most perfect day; by this man had seemingly been playing to an time the literati must have met empty house, and it irked him. Craig and parted. Back to the city we sped, had the gift of expression; knew that he lunched at my club, thence to Lynne was looking at some of the masterpieces wood Hall, the palatial residence of Mr. of the world, and did not hesitate to Widener, some miles from the centre of
say so. the city.
We strolled from one gallery to anOn our arrival we were ushered, other, and then it was suggested that through the main entrance-hall, beauti- perhaps we would care to see But the fully banked with rare flowers, into the afternoon was going; Bennett had to be gallery in which is housed one of the in New York at a certain hour; it was finest collections of pictures in America. time to move on. Bennett and George Hellman were al- 'Spend another night in Philadelready there, and Mr. Widener, the old phia,' I said to Craig; 'you must not go
‘ gentleman who had formed the collec- without seeing Harry's books. After a tion, was doing the honors.
while there will be tea and toast and Harry, his grandson, was there, too, marmalade and Scotch and soda; life and to the amazement of Bennett wel- will never be any better than it is at comed me with outstretched arms. 'I this minute.' got your telephone message, but too late Craig did not require much urging. to connect with you; I've been in New Why should he? We were honored York. Why did you not come to lunch? guests in one of the finest houses in the You were not at your office. I left mes- country, in a museum, in fact, filled to sages for you everywhere.'
overflowing with everything that taste Bennett looked greatly relieved; so I could suggest and money buy; and for was not an intruder after all and, won- host we had the eldest son of the eldest derful to relate, nothing had happened son of the house, a young man distinto Craig.
guished for his knowledge, modesty, Mr. Widener seemed relieved to see and courtesy. We went to Harry's me, and I soon grasped the reason. He apartment, where his books were kept, did not know who his guest was. where I was most of all at home, and
'Who is this man?' he whispered to where finally his mother joined us. In me.
the easy give-and-take of conversation 'Arnold Bennett, the distinguished time passed rapidly, until finally it was English author,' I replied.
time to go, and we said good-bye. It 'Does he know anything about pic- was my last visit to Lynnewood Hall, tures?' he asked.
as Harry's guest. Five months later, 'I have no doubt he does,' I replied. almost to a day, he found his watery 'Here is a man who certainly does.' grave in the Atlantic, a victim of the And I presented Craig, who, to the sinking of the Titanic. great relief of his host, was vocal.
And then I saw how things had been On our way back to our hotel we going. Bennett, with his almost un- agreed that we would go to the theatre