Word: fragrantly
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...many an authentically stirring moment-a Yankee band challenging the Rebels with "Dixie" before the carnage at Fredericksburg; a sardonic Southern gallant shooting between his horse's ears on a midnight pursuit; the preparations for a lonely sabre duel; a bright-haired Richmond belle riding through magnolia-fragrant lanes and other pleasant spots. But the story itself is less satisfactory. The web of realism hangs loosely upon its romantic skeleton. Two cousins Hale, Canadians, are turned from Federal mercenaries into Confederate impostors, and from comrades into enemies, by the circumstances of being wounded and imprisoned, and of seeing Camilla...
...rose from his rocking-chair to indicate that questions might be addressed to him. Harried by life, the storekeeper distrusted all men, but most of all, those who worked in his store. He never allowed John Shedd to make change for a customer. On the long counter, polished and fragrant with the memory of countless bags of coffee and packages of flour and chocolate pushed across its surface, John Shedd did up his parcel, tool: the customer's coin, and stood waiting for his boss (who was usually occupied elsewhere) to come and get the change...
HEAVEN TREES?Stark Young? Scribner ($2). When Critic Stark Young of the New Republic was a small boy, he lived (he now pretends) on a big, easygoing plantation near Memphis. It was called "Heaven Trees," a place of calm walks and lawns, fragrant with myrtle and syringa. His gentle Southern kinfolk were surrounded with their slaves, cottonfields and traditional propertied indolence, the men riding blooded horses and holding long argument over cold juleps; the ladies, pert and lovely to behold, keeping the large household continually open to visitors for a night, a week, a year...
...counsel, Wayne B. Wheeler, on the pretext of getting evidence of Wet moneys expended for Candidate Vare. Last week he was not astonished to find that this new quarry had a mate the gentle, bright-eyed Women's Christian Temperance Union. Swerving, Senator Reed followed this fresh and fragrant spoor to extraordinary revelations...
...seems a pity that this book, with a subject so rich, and fragrant, po- tentially as full of life and color as the Mississippi in the old days, should be dull. For a gambler's anecdotes to be flat it is unforgiveable. Every now and then some life breaks through the crust of monotonous, disorganized narative--it is impossible to pass soberly by the time when the boiler burst and killed fourteen preachers, while the only people saved on the boat were the abandoned souls who were playing roulette in the barber shop under Mr. Devol's chaperonage...