DISRAELI.
X (By EVE BERNSTEIN".) H§
■ Copyright 1929. Warner Bros. Tic tures, inc. HI This novel has been filmed by Warner Bros. & Vitaphone. |||
, A few .moments laier Olsoteli Bttit a telegram to Hugh Meyers, .li'e banker. '\- , "That's the man', that's the man," he said, half to himjself and hall to Lf..dy Beaconsfield. 'in the midst of this coiossa; sch<-m e ttie great Disraeli had time ti think ' ©f young Deeford and Clarissa. He was such a spbadlu, V fel'ow, and Clarissa such a charmftLtiil; girl. There must be a way to *^\> bring them, together, even though Deetird sincerely disliked him. Heknew that Charle s would come ir. ta!lc to him during th e evening, end he was right. ' "Mr Disraeli,," he began as soon as he fatmd him alone, "Clarissa has refitted me. And I attribute her refusal to your influence." t*l see 1 was thoroxighly justified In thinking well of you," Disraeli replied, looking at him keenly. "What do you mean?" "You hate courage, or you could liever say" that to- me." "Pray, why should I uot say it?" "Because it is *rne. And wncn a very yoiitig man It speaks an unpleasant truth to a very old one, he (shows atJSolutely'reckless courage." "There''was not,', other way," Cha:les answered despondently. "A hundred. Do you take a girl's 'no' as final? If she has made up her mind, make her change it." ,: "How?'' ' , ;
Now pasp on from the Parish to the Empire!"
"The parish! How small it seems! And everything I've done in polities —how utterly insignificant!" "Nothing is insignificant in politics."
"Contrast it with this question of India," Doeford laughed bitterly. "Whether we hold it or lose it?" "•Yes. What is the solution, war ?"
"War is 'never a solution. It is an aggravation." "What, then, is the (solution?" Disraeli studied him, and then came close, speaking in a low tone. "A very small thing—a ditch dug in Land." "A ditch?" Fortunately, Disraeli happened to look down into the fountain pool below him and recognised the reflection of Mrs Travers, pausing in a listening attitude near them.
"I mean," Disraeli went on, unperturbed, "that a ditch in sand gives the best soil for celery." Disraeli turned and faced Mrs Travers who began* to walk toward them quickly. "Ah, an unexpected pleajsure!" he said. "Deeford ai.d I were in the thick of a very interesting horticultural discussion. Some people say loam—and some advocate fertiliser —but I say sand"
"T am glad you are asking me to pelp you--became I am i literepted in' you." Charles could not conceal his .sur-
That, evening Mr Disraeli made the very interesting announcement that Lord Deeford had ••lone lrim the honour of accepting a secre-
taryship from him. Disroeli had in' his employ a Mr Foljambe whose eyes and ears were too keen; Yet he had his reasohjs for keeping'him. Onc e when Charles laid seine Russian despatches en his desk, Foljambe, in removing other papers, inadvertently took them too, but Disraeli was too quick for him. He had called it a very 1 natural mistake and had dismissed the matter. On the same day Hugh Meyers arrived and he and Disraeli were closeted together for more than half an hour. Charlejs knew why h e was there, and Foljambe knew that he knew.
prise. . i'\'.. ■'■ ; M lm me?" he asked incredulously. "Deeply. Because England stands In terrible need of men of your
stamp," ! Disraeli: made him sit down beside him while he talked to him of England's--need-'and England's opportunity' How England could Sink) into insignificance, and how she could rise to power. Now, did he see I*hy' Clarissa' refused him? She knew what great things a man ot action was destined to see and do: How could she be content with being a mere Duke'is wife? 1 "What can I do?" Deeford asked hopelessly.
"Do you know why Mr Meyers is here?" Foljambe asked Charles. "I am very busy," Deeford answered curtly. "He's not. here for any fortification scheme. He's here for th Suez Canal," Foljambe whispered, watching the expression on Charles' face to see what effect this statement would make. (To be" continued.)
) "You can learn—if you will.' "Will you teach me, sir?" It was new ©eeforOj who asked this question, and Disraeli recognising the chatfge in him, nodded his assent. *
V'How .can I begin? 1 ' ''Leave your srnali ideals, or better, still, £* b# frbm smali ideals t 0 greater. You have begun.. Well, you are •getting your house in order
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Stratford Evening Post, Issue 84, 25 June 1930, Page 3
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