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Thomas Dixon, Jr., whose recent novel on Reconstruction, "The Clansman," is being very j generally and somewhat hearted- ly discussed in the north, has : written a defense of himself and , his book which appears in the New York Times Saturday Review of Books of February 24. j Mr. Dixon's letter is red hot, be- 1 ing couched in the dramatic lan- j guage of which he is past mas- j ter. It will be read with great interest in this section. j New York Times Book 'Review: Permit me a few words of re- \ r?lv in snrnp rrit.icn of "The r*j _ Clansman." Mr. Edwin L. Shpman of the Chicago, Record-Herald.,..?>Yhom I i regard as one of ?he best critics v in America, says that my portrait of Thaddeus Steven as Austin Stoneman" is a gross caricature. , j' Will Mr. Shum>>" print verba* tim tho bill <tna speech of Steven-. son which provided for the con-. fiscation of the property of the south, its division among the ne-1 groes and the reimbursing of himself for his burned mills and defend his character? This speech is on page 203, Congressional Globe, March 1867, and was de- j livered two years after the close of the war while the south was yet in her life and death struggle with starvation. (Henry Timrod. the poet, died of insuf ficient nourishment in Columma, 9 October 7, 1867): The following words will identify this address: 'The laws of war authorize us 1:6 take this property by our soveiign power. You behold at your feet a conquered foe, ar atrocious enemy! We have th< right to impose confiscation ol all their property?to impoverisl them. This is strict law an< good common sense. To this is sue I devote the small remnan of my life." No biographer of Mr. Steven has ever dared to print hi speeches. Why? This speech j the one supreme act of his life an act which lights with th glare of immortal infamy h whole character and career. I have not caricatured him. was necessary to soften, huma ize and idealize his character make it fit to print. My on errors are on the side of mere Let my critics put a finger on single line, page, scene or insi uation in "Tne Clansman" which I do him injustice. My took will stand or fall ai contribution to the history of I constmction on this charact Unless I have sketched him w honesty and accuracy 1 m committed a crime. I rest i book on this issue. The Outlook declares tha have deliberately prostituted si talents as I possess to arouse worst passions of my read* W- made a case of all devils agai all angels, and that my book retard the harmony so eminei I desirable between the north south. Surely not! Could a erary fake, written by a deli ate intellectual prostitute, re' anything? It is a psycholoj impossibility for a fakir to v ney to Lend J Lher Acceptable .&pj?| b shall be glad 1 iew with YOU! | I & SON, Bankers. | nrwy???nf nwi iiei w HI nn a book of power unless endowed with superhuman mind. I protest against such high praise. Nor is the "'case of all angels against all devils" true. I sketch five negro characters, two good, two bad and one humorous. I draw full length the characters of two great Renuhlican 1 parlors ?Lincoln and Stevens?one good and one bad. Should a reviewer delibe.ately try to deceive his readers even to promote harmo- ( ny between the north and south. Can harmony be gained by , falsehood. The Outlook assumes that my , facts are true, but says: "Let's hush it up?it's all over now and we're ashamed of it." Is it so? , Hear this choice deliverance of ' calm philosophic criticism from j the Boston Transcript: "He reaches the acme of his sectional passions when he exalts the Kuklux Klan into an association of southern patriots, when ; he must know, or be strangely ignorant of American history, that its members were as arrant ruffians, desperadoes and scoundrels as ever went unhanged." Did it ever occur to The .Outlook that I may be trying to rea^h darkest England with a few rays oi southern sunlight? One_ -f 1.1 1 i- 1 T1?^rr--? ua me ue?t pAeacxiers jarmstiua a,man tteJMf of evangeli-1 cP,a?$nsfianity, whose sermons The Transcript prints on Mondays was a Kuklux clansman,and at this writing is still unhanged ; and very popular in Boston. Has ! The Transcript moved to Salem, j . My father is a venerable min- j ister of Christ. He has built 20 , flourishing Baptist churches in Piedmont, Carolina, in a pastorate of 60 years. He is one of those "desperadoes," and is still unhanged. I could give the names of a thousand of these "ruffians" who are today among the noblest men in America. The Outlook was founded by Mr. Beecher to promote Christian union. Will my father vote even j to unite with his northern brethI ren of the same faith so long as 1; such experts in ignorance as che ! Boston Transcript teach that in : saving the civilization of the 1 south he was a ruffian, despera: do and scoundrel? c Is it possible to promote har* J mony by a lie? * I am no sectional fanatic, bui "'a citizen of New York, witl t scores of warm friends in th< | great rushing north. Their sup 3 port has given me my success ii 8 life. This is my country?th< ls whole of it from sea to sea an from Alaska to the keys of Floi l.e ida. I love the people of th 13 north and I have promised th* | if God gives me strength the It shall know mine own people < n" the south and love them too. \? this a crime? I am writing oi ly: of the fullness of life the stoi y-1 of my father and mother ar 1 a brethren. It is an authentic h : man document. In these boo m 11 am giving utterance to t I deepest soul convictions of 11 8 a 000,000 southern people on tl ^e" the darkest problem of our ce ' tury. Can there be harmony u til we understand each other. we | You cannot "hush up" the 1 the j tory of a mighty nation. This no dead issue. The president * the United States devoted ! whole speech to it on Lincol the birthday. We have not sett :rs? the negro problem. We h; in?t not dared to face it as yet. wjh One of my critics accuses rtly of buying a house and yacht a?d of the royalties of my books. ht- seems a pity to destroy this f, her- tale, but it may ease his pain tffd bave a beautiful home and n peal egt yacht, but I bought and ] mte for them before I had writt v r g bqok. .l Yachting is a means of economy atid health with me, not luxury. My wife ana children are as passionately fondfof the prater as I am, and we liv?rcheaperon the boat tnan on the shpre. do it if I tried, and I wouldn't do it if I could. Whether "The Clansman" is literature or trash is a question about \^hich I am losing no sleep, This generation will not decide it, and in the next I'll be dead and it will not matter. My ideal of work is very simple?to do my level best every time, and try to express my story in the most powerful manner possible. The most powerful way is always the most artistic way, for art it the appeal to the intellect through the emo- j tions. When a critic says my book is one of "marvelous power," but "thoroughly inartistic," I don't try to understand him or answer him. I gdve it up. 5^is talking in an unknown tongue, or he is beyond my depth. I never write a book unless I have something to say, and never say it as long as I can keep from ! it. When at last I have become so full of a great dramatic idea' that I feel I shall die unless it is utteree, that others may know the might of its truth and the glory of its beauty, I write the story?write it simply, sincerely, I- _ 1 J1 i- -1 uoiuiy, passionately. i 'Pi*? ma^ n?t be "literature", but I have my reward?and it is large financially, and larger spiritually. Out of the depths -of tbo U naeepthese passj&tfe cries of the heart come back hi echoes wet with ^ " J*Kie~as is the world that these kindred souls and deep as is the secrets of their hearts which are also mine, And I am content. I owe much to my critics. They are all my good friends and none more so than mine enemies among them. This challenge I wave to them with a smile and a friendly greeting. Thomas Dixon, Jr. New York, Feb- 24, 1905. A GIRL, A PIANO AND GEN. MILES. A Southern Girl's War ExperienceiWhich Sheds Further Light Upon Gen. Miles' Character. The following valuable anc i stirring war reminiscence wa; . j written by a prominent lady o j Portsmouth and read at a recen .! meeting of the Portsmouth chap j ter of the Daughters of the Cor t federacy. It is now published a i the request of many ex-Confede e rates, ladies and gentlemen, wh -; wish the paper preserved in pel n manent form. The address fo e lows: d!" Now that Gen. Miles is ? - prominently in the public eye, e may be well for me to recall, ar it give permanence to my expei >y ence with him just after the wa >f j I must premise, however, t Is a little personal history whii at will be necessary to a prop cy understanding of the matter, id In January, 1862, my moth< u- dreading the probable occupan ks of our home by the Yankees, se he 1 my sister and myself to Tusl 3,-1 loosa, Ala., where our brotheriis law, Mr. S., was principal of >n- female college in May, 1862, N m- folk and Portsmouth were ev uated, and in June my moth ,is- whose three sons were in ; is army, went by flag of trlice , of Richmond, where she could his in communication W i tn n's The house in which she was led ing at the time was left in ] ave session of her daughter, Mrs. who for some time past had t me living with us. out In 1864, by order of Gen. V It this house, with its fumit airy was taken possession of, . I soon afterwards the whole oi nod- mother's property was seized paid turned over to tho Freedm en a^bureau. TO&n requisition of Gen. B. F. Butler, my piano, with various otiitiflTarticles of furniture, was aflMo Fortress Monroe, Butler ^MSr-at that time commandant of That department. jgRttSeptember, 1865, after my jhother had succeeded in recovering her house, my sister and I returned from Alabama, too ttMjv to be home again to mind the^ bareness which confronted US on every side. But I soon -found myself longing for my piaap, and devising means by which it might be returned to iMv brothers, having all fought for th^Confederacy to the end, were ifcwerless to help, so on me devolved the burden of making the Effort. My mother longed for her comfortable beds, but I, with the feeling "Give me the luxuries and Swill do without the necessariep," would exclaim "I will sleejppn the floor if I can get my piano." Then began a most active correspondence with all officials who it wJ? thought could aid me, the detaijk of which I will not give, although several of the letters -arp njow in my possession; but the Jesuit was an order from 1 resfflent Johnson that the furvlt-!?*Sh?r(iver found' should, a ldv}*1^ed> be returned to us. A sofa, recognized while looking through a window at a ball which was being held at the Macon Hou^e, was given us by order of the general commanding at NorjEf? " have the written ower, signed by the acting adjutant general; but the name' is such a scrawl that I cannot deciph?jyt> except the first name WBiqrmfryJohn. r?;K^?^ing that most of the furnitute had been sent to Fortress Monroe,-my mother made this ^\fc#hfth^ctive point, and, ac^Sf^gives eldest sister, that* with few cav., ~ . , to w\hom we applied for information gave us willing help, and even showed decided interest in the recovery of our belongings. This emboldened us to believe | that we should have no trouble 1 in securing whatever of our property we might find within the Fort, but it remained for Gen. Miles to teach us that a southern girl had no rights which he was bound to respect or allow. He had succeeded Gen. Butler in command at Fortress Monroe, and the mantle of the immortal Ben had descended upon him, and was most worthily , worn. * i The first day's search was with. out result, and again my mother and sister started forth, this time I accompanying them, i I recall here a little incident of : this, my first visit to the fort r after the war. We had stopped t to make some inquiries of a soldier who was on guard, and he * iU.Vlrmn* rlAll hf lpss that we were l_ uuiliving t mere sight-seers, pointed some where in the distance and said 0 "There is where old Jeff Davi r_ was in prison." Indignant a j. we were to hear this belove< name so profanely spoken, w }0 took no notice of it, but I can se now the crimson flush that ros 1(j to my mother's cheeks as .j_ m ment later she turned to him r and, with head erect, saic 3y "Where did you say that Pres dent Davis was imprisoned? er The man evidently caught tl humor of the situation, for I 3r laughed heartily and again poin ~Cy ed out the spot. The first house we enter* <a_ after arriving at the fort w jn. that of Dr. Craven, whose kin - a ness to President Davis shou or_ never be forgotten by any sout ac- ern heart. er | Mrs. Craven was entertaini the a parting of ladies in the park to and as we entered we recogni2 be at once our own parlor carpet em the floor. My sister impulsiv livl cried, "Why, here is our carpe pos- Then, begging Mrs. Crave B pardon, she explained the sit >een ^on t0. ^er? anc* on giving , -.. Vnwtu for the search, we w auiuuiibj eile> assured that the%carpet would ure' restored to us. It was th and when they took possession of f my house, and they knew nothinj 1 and >ts ownership. It was sent t lan's without delay. ; While here I chanced to r i tion that a Capt. McEwan F. Al. FARR, President. T Merchants and Fla Successfully Doing Bus B Wf W is ttiuOLDKST Hunk i fi I'-' lltlS 11 Cftpltttl Hll'l surp H U Ih til" on'v N VTIONA ; j lias puitl clivIttend* i rnvs FOUR per unit Cj jg Is the only Hank in t'r f,, ) lias HurKlar-t'roof vni B ES pays more taxes than . | WE EARN ESTLY SOI sp shown us some favor?I do not recall just what it was when one of the ladies exclaimed: "Poor Capt. McEwan!" and I knew from her tone that the vials of Gen. Miles' wrath would be poured on the head of "pool Capt. McEwan" for daring tc show us even so slight a courtesy. I fancy that the general's official household often found that life was not "all beer and skittles." But still the piano, that ignis fatus, while seemingly within our grasp, would vanish away at our approach, for every obstacle was placed in the way of our obtaining or even seeing it. We knew beyond a doubt that it was in Gen. Miles' possession, but although we went armed with the order from the president, and having the list of missing articles which was furnished us at the quartermaster's department, on one pretext or another we were turned away empty-handed. Once, after what seemed a most convincing identification, we returned home full of hope that in a few days we should see the full fruition of our labors, only to be followed by an official notification from Gen. Miles that the piano had been claimed by another party, and that when difinite (spelt definate) claims may en, w y? . ; .l, w f. name and residence of the claimant. The name was withheld, but Alexandria was given as the place of residence. Our next move was to the quartermastei in Norfolk, from whom we re ceived the information that tin piano was sent to Gen. Butle: 1 from Portsmouth, thus entirel: disproving the claim of the part; from Alexandria, if any reall; had been made. Surely, now, nothing could b ; between me and my covete piano. It was a clear, bright Decerr ber day when we again starte on our quest. The trip froi Portsmouth to Old Point w< quickly made, and as we passe . from house to house within tl fort, we saw everywhere hapi I preparations for the Christm; 1 so near at hand. The crimsi berries and glossy leaves of t ; holly, the iragram pmc am.. .. spicy cedar were everywhere evidence, and as I stooped a ' picked up a lough which h been dropped in my path, 1 j sister said: "What have y< A.?" "Oh, these are my pal of victory," I replied. She sighted mortal. I did not t\ t know Gen. Miles. A short w brought us once more to his he l'. quarters. At our ring at bell, an orderly appeared, i ?7 with a most cheerful confide! ie I said, "We have come to see piano in Gen. Miles' hous i. Conceive, if you can, the disr with which I heard the woi "Gen. Miles has given prerei ' g tory orders that no one shall (j_ allowed to see the piano." lrl Helpless I stood before "* " ii_ , hi royal decree, ana ior Lne time felt a real sense of bi ng discouragement. My resou had all been exhausted, and red f? whom would I turn? "I on appeal to Gen. Terry again. < ely Miles may command at Fori t " Monroe, but Gen. Terry n?g mands Virginia." So once i ua_ my cry for help was sent to our and speedily I received a r ere which I copy verbatim. I be original is in my possession. iere Richmond, Dec. 9, 18 the "Madame: I have the 1 ^ of f? acknowledge the receij o us your letter of December 1st Maj. Gen. Miles has rec nen- full instructions with rega had the matter of which you 1 A, J. D. ARTHUR, Cashier. 4 inters National Bank, iiness at the "Old Stand." n Union, lusof $100,000, i. Hunk in Union. mounti;i>f to $*.200,400. . Interest on doiioHits. lion inspected by an olticcr. lit. mid Sufe with Time-Lock. ALL the Hanks in Uuion combined. JCIT YOUR BUSINESS. ; and if you will apply to him again i j I think you will have no difficulty ih recovering whatever part of your property may be at Old ' Point. [ "Very Respt. Yr. Obt. Servt. Alfred P. Terry, > "Major General." "Miss A. V. T., Norfolk, Va." Armed with this letter, again was the trip to Old Point made, and it proved to be the "open ; seasame," for the forbidden flnnrc urnvo n rv 1av?/va?. ?1 J ? . v.?V/JL U " V1V Iiw lulled C1U3CU LO us. Gen. Miles evidently having received orders as peremptory as those he had given. There in his parlor was the piano I had been i vainly seeking for months, and unmindful of the men who were congregated in the room, I flew to it and the stirring notes of "Dixie" rang from itsivory keys I did not play it well?I was too excited for that?but it was "Dixie," aed that was enough. The tune was again wedded to the keys from which it had so long been separated. An interview with one in command resulted in the promise that the piano should be immediately shipped, and that I should be notified of the time of shipment; so home I came, waiting, longing to have the lost treasure again in possession. Days passed Mute J remembered that , Miles is going to pave a party ; soon, and I don't think you will t get that piano before then. bo r 1 tried to possess my soul yi pa tience. But when a week went * by and no word had come fn>m r Old Point my thought was, Can / it be possible that the doughty y Gen. Miles is still keeping up the y warfare he has been waging ao-ainst a defenseless girl? It e , seemed so, and slowly, but sured ly, hope was dying in my heart, when the report came that a pit ano had been left on a wharf at d Norfolk, and no one knew to ti whom it belonged. There it had remained exposed to the wintry >d weather, unclaimed, unsheltered, ie until the rumor of it coming to ,y our ears, my brother went over as and identified it, and soon it an found a welcome in the home he which had sheltered it before he "grim-visaged war" had made in that home a desolate, forsaken nd abode. There it still remains, ad and, although like Tara's harp ny the soul of music seems dead au, within it, yet around it still linms gers the memory of those days ,rt- of 1861, when "Dixie," "My ten Maryland," "The Bonnie Blue alk Flag, "On to Richmond", etc., ad- rang out to its tuneful accomthe paniment. ind And now. after many years, nee it has mutely suggested the story the "A Girl, a Piano, and General e." Miles." nay January 24, 1905. A. T. D. pL PERMANENTLY DEAD. be ... The Judicial Dill Killed in this r f,rst Cougress. itter rces Washington, March, 4.?The now South Carolina judicial bill failed will for this session. The house conLien. ferees refused to strike out Rock tress com-1 Hill as a ptace for holding court more and the senate stood firmly him, ] against it. Thus the bill is dead, ePly?!and the hopes and ambition of S several distinguished gentlemen jg5 1 are blasted for the time at least, lonor The bill could easily have passed )t of this session but for disagreement. rcTto The TIMES and Home and write, Farm one year for $1.25?