A POET'S TREASURES.

Dunstan Times, Issue 1802, 18 December 1896, Page 3

A POET'S TREASURES.

Before we go upstairs to Eugene Field's room, the one which holds his choicest treasures, it is necessary to remind you again that he has a child's love of grotesque toya and of barbaric colors and effeota. He was especially fond of red. The room in which be died is papered with a fantastic, swirling pattern on a red ground, which is absolutely exasperating to those people who prefer soft browns and dull reds. Few persons understand what his idea was in selecting this red paper with its grotesque yet conventional swirl. In Henry B. Fuller's « With the Procession' that author tells about a Chicago woman named Susan Bates who furnished her whole house magnificently except one little room.

Upon this room Bhe spent a great deal of money, and visited many old-fashioned stores, in order to furnish it like a primitive one she had occupied when a girl in her father's house. Now, this was partly Eugene Field's idea in furnishing feis own room. He was fond of grotesque effects, he loved red passionately, and he wanted a reminder of the furnishings of a century ago. Where he found thatgorgeous red paper, or the old-fashioned calico for the red curtain, would be difficult to tell; but he had a knack for discovering quaint things which other people pass by without notice. When it is added that the rugs on the floor are also red, perhaps it may be imagined that this room is hideous. But it is not. The long bookcase on one side, the white column in the middle around which are arranged shelves holding Mr Field's treasures, and a grey Bcreen repeating with a slight variation the same singular swirl that is upon the walls relieve the eye to such an extent that the effect is harmonious.

As you enter the room you are confronted with two hideous figures. An outlandish Japanese figure is suspended from the wall by one arm. Iu the other it holds three Japaneso gongs fastened together so as to make a loud sound when struck with the red stick. The other is the face of a hobgoblin attached to the headboard of his bedstead. Field pretended that he bought it to frighten away his babies when tbey insisted upon interrupting him while he was writing; but, like their father, they were bo fond of the ludicrous that the strange faces the monster would make when certain strings were pulled only made them laugh j so the intended bugaboo but added to the attractions of the room.

On the shelves one may find a strange collection of quaint bottleß of every conceivable shape and size, and Mr Field hunted many shops for those candelabra which our grandmothers loved—those with glass pendants through which a child may distinguish the seven colors of the rainbow. He also had a queer collection of canes, candlesticks, and baby shoes. Nob alone the first shoes his own babies wore, with the toes and heels worn out, but wooden shoes, and even glaas shoes, reminding one of Cinderella's glass slipper. There are also two strange wooden horses, one used by Mr Toole, the English actor, when he played 'The Cricket on the Hearth,' and the other, daubed with a few spots of paint, used by Mr Jefferson in the same play. Neither must one forget Mrs Hawthorne's ginger-jar, nor the axe Mr Gladstone gave Eugene Field. The axe is suspended above the window.—' Eugene Field,' by Mary J. Reid and Henrietta Dexter Field, in August 'St. Nicholas.'