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Evans, I think, was unconscious of my presence. He gave Sheener a name; his name. Also, he told him the name of his lawyer, in one of the Midland cities of England, and added certain instructions.... When he had drifted into uneasy sleep Sheener came out into the hall to see me off. I asked him what he meant to do. "What am I going to do?" he repeated. "I'm going to write to this guy's lawyer.
This is in Augusta J. Evans Wilson's story "Macaria", and many equally extraordinary examples of "prose run mad" are found in the novels of this once noted writer. What kind of a model is that to form the style of the youthful neophyte, to whom one book is as good as another, since it was found on the shelves of the public library?
He had full charge of our city circulation and was quite as important, and twice as valuable to the paper, as any news editor could hope to be. In making a friend of him, Evans had found an ally in the high places; and it became speedily apparent that Sheener proposed to be more than a mere friend in name.
If he does it in your presence, I want you to let folks know that he is showing off on the strength of my brains. I don't suppose the ignoramus ever knew before " "Well, who cares whether he did or not?" exclaimed Bob, impatiently. "That's a matter that doesn't interest me. Is Dave Evans going to make that hundred and fifty dollars and cheat me out of a new shot-gun? That's what I want to know!"
On page 190 we have a sentence ending in this strange fashion: "in an episode of the English original, which Wieland omitted entirely, one of its characters nevertheless appeared in the German tragedy." On page 205 we have the Seven Years' War called "a bloody process." This is mere carelessness, for Mr. Evans, in the second volume, translates it rightly "lawsuit."
But for that matter I can take care of myself. Oh, it's of no use trying to discourage me. I always have my own way; I'm completely spoiled." "Your family will never consent," O'Reilly ventured; whereupon Miss Evans laughed. "I haven't such a thing. I'm alone and unencumbered. No girl was ever so fortunate. But wait I'll settle this whole thing in a minute."
Phil Evans was within nine fifteen-hundredths. And that is why Phil Evans was only secretary of the Weldon Institute, whereas Uncle Prudent was president. A difference of three fifteen-hundredths of a millimeter! And on account of it Phil Evans vowed against Uncle Prudent one of those hatreds which are none the less fierce for being latent.
"I've buried two 'usbands," murmured Mrs. Gorman, nodding. "And how to manage them," continued Mrs. Evans. "I move that Mrs. Gorman takes the chair. Those in favour " Mr. Todd, leaning back in his chair and gripping the arms, gazed defiantly at a row of palms. "Carried unanimously!" snapped Mrs. Evans. Mrs. Gorman, tall and bony, advanced and stood over Mr. Todd. Strong men held their breath.
"Certainly; and a change for the better will be apparent as soon as she receives his first letter. She is only attenuated now, reaching after him, her friend and instructor for so many years." "I feared-I almost-forgive me, Miss Evans, for the strange thought, that Florence might, after all, have loved Hugh better than myself. I will not stand in her or any woman's way to happiness, if I know it."
Counting what Frieda Hammer just returned to Marjorie, there is about three hundred dollars a little more, perhaps. That is a lot of money for a troop like ours. And since we earned it to use for our 'Good Turn, I don't think it would be right for us to spend it upon ourselves. But what do you all think?" "I agree with you perfectly, Captain," said Edith Evans.
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