Munson Aldrich Havens

Name: Old Valentines — X
Author: Munson Aldrich Havens

Old Valentines — X (1914)

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“Old Valentines — X”, published in 1914, is a work by Munson Aldrich Havens. It explores elements such as Saint Ruth's, Phyllis and Thorpe.

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Munson Aldrich Havens, Old Valentines — X (1914)

“ I am not a literary chap, and I don't wish to be one. I am a poet. Poetry is my profession. And the only way I can succeed in it, the only way it is worth succeeding in, is to relate it to life, real life, the big, elemental struggle for existence that is going on, here in London, and everywhere; to wed Art to Reality, lest the jade saunter the streets, a light o' love, seeking to sell her soul."
As they walked past the bookshop, and through the little square, John said:—
"I should like to live in London eight months of the year, and give most of my time to Saint Ruth's. ”

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Munson Aldrich Havens, Old Valentines — X (1914)

“ John threw his cap at him. They looked at each other in the abashed way of men between whom there is deep affection.
"Your publisher's telephone wires would be hot for an hour with orders," Dr. Thorpe concluded.
"You should be a man of business," said John. "If you were a publisher I should have had an easier time."
"Nonsense! You had little or no trouble—" began Dr. Thorpe.
"You are mistaken, Doctor," said John. "I had failed, and then Phyllis pulled the strings. I can't tell you how, though. That is a secret." ”

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Munson Aldrich Havens, Old Valentines — X (1914)

“ It is a pity we know so little of Genevieve. One has an uneasy sense of having neglected her. Well—her young man loved her; and that is enough for Genevieve.
John stuffed the manuscript into his greatcoat pocket.
"Oh, dear, if I could only wish myself invisible for an hour and go with you to the publishers," said Phyllis. "It doesn't seem possible to wait until afternoon to hear what they say."
John reflected.
"You were going to Saint Ruth's this morning, weren't you?" he asked. ”

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Munson Aldrich Havens, Old Valentines — X (1914)

“ John turned to the left, at once.
"I should never have forgiven you if you hadn't," said Phyllis, as they started eagerly down the mean street, in which noisy trams threatened the lives of ragged, venturesome children. Here was the very place! How slowly they had walked there, while he told her of his love. How long ago it seemed. Phyllis's hand found its way into John's pocket—and was welcomed there.
They got to Saint Ruth's, finally. Dr. Thorpe's greeting was cordial; Mrs. Thorpe kissed Phyllis affectionately. The men went to the warden's office; Mrs. Thorpe took Phyllis to her room. ”

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Munson Aldrich Havens, Old Valentines — X (1914)

“ John Landless is a dear fellow—and Donald thinks he is a true poet. I have laughed at him until he is shy about mentioning his 'profession' to me. It is possible for you to be very happy. Soften your heart, dear girl, and you will find the truest happiness in the happiness of your uncle. Your mother would be the first to tell you to go to him and comfort his loneliness—if she could. The best joys of life come to us through self-surrender."
Phyllis laid her head in Mrs. Thorpe's lap and had a good cry ”

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Munson Aldrich Havens, Old Valentines — X (1914)

“ Thorpe led her away, talking cheerily.
All the way home John discoursed on Art. Phyllis drank it in. She thought him a wonderful being.
"The trouble with these literary chaps is that they revolve in a circle," he declared, posing securely on his new pedestal. "They have their writing rooms, all strewn with carefully disarranged paraphernalia; and they have their clubs, where they meet only each other and praise each other's work, and damn the work of the absent ones: and they go prowling about looking for a bohemia that never existed, and can never exist for them ”

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Munson Aldrich Havens, Old Valentines — X (1914)

“ If these literary chaps are exceptionally fortunate, they are invited to great houses, where they dine with stupid, overfed people who pretend they have read their books, though they haven't, unless they are unfit to read. ”

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Munson Aldrich Havens, Old Valentines — X (1914)

“ How buoyant and beautiful she is. By the way—anything from Sir Peter?"
"Not a word. She wrote him a note, asking for her collection of valentines. They were her mother's, and she wanted them. He sent the valentines, but no reply to her note." ”

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