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SUSAN LENOX: HER FALL AND RISE
David Graham Phillips
WITH A PORTRAIT
OF THE AUTHOR
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
NEW YORK LONDON
DAVID GRAHAM PHILLIPS
Even now I cannot realize that he is dead, and often in the city
streets--on Fifth Avenue in particular--I find myself glancing
ahead for a glimpse of the tall, boyish, familiar
figure--experience once again a flash of the old happy expectancy.
I have lived in many lands, and have known men. I never knew a
finer man than Graham Phillips.
His were the clearest, bluest, most honest eyes I ever saw--eyes
that scorned untruth--eyes that penetrated all sham.
In repose his handsome features were a trifle stern--and the
magic of his smile was the more wonderful--such a sunny,
youthful, engaging smile.
His mere presence in a room was exhilarating. It seemed to
freshen the very air with a keen sweetness almost pungent.
He was tall, spare, leisurely, iron-strong; yet figure, features
and bearing were delightfully boyish.
Men liked him, women liked him when he liked them.
He was the most honest man I ever knew, clean in mind, clean-cut
in body, a little over-serious perhaps, except when among
intimates; a little prone to hoist the burdens of the world on
his young shoulders.
His was a knightly mind; a paladin character. But he could
unbend, and the memory of such hours with him--hours that can
never be again--hurts more keenly than the memory of calmer and
more sober moments.
We agreed in many matters, he and I; in many we differed. To me
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