That Hallie Erminie Rives appreciates the strain of old Virginia blood in her veins is clearly apparent in "The Valiants of Virginia," for the book, above and underneath, and through its running love story, is a monument to the traditions and picturesque sensibilities of the F. F. V.The story has to do with one "Vanity" Valiant, the pampered son of a New York corporation magnate, who, years after his father's death, suddenly deprived of fortune, learns for the first time that his father was a Virginian and that there is still the homestead down there, deserted for some thirty years. So he packs up his bulldog and other few remaining effects and returns to his inheritance.
gasped at the tale of the Corporation's unprecedented earnings, the lavish expenditure for its palatial offices. The recital of the tragic waste, the nepotism, the mole-like ramifications by which the vast structure had been undermined, had left them rather amusedly and satirically appreciative. Smartly groomed and palpably members of a set to whom John Valiant was a familiar, they had had only friendly nods and smiles for the young man at whom so many there had gazed with jaundiced eyes.
To the general public which read its daily newspaper perhaps none of the gilded set was better known than "Vanity Valiant." The very nickname--given him by his fellows in facetious allusion to a flippant newspaper paragraph laying at his door the alleged new fashion of a masculine vanity-box--had taken root in the fads and elegancies he affected. The new Panhard he drove was the smartest car on the avenue, and the collar on the white bulldog that pranced or dozed on its leather seat sported a diamond buckle. To the sp