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’TEE SUNNY SOUTH
AUGUST 23, 19 02
IN THE LITERARY WORLD
Edited by LUCIAN L. KNIGHT
OPKTNSON SMITH’S new
novel, "The Fortunes of
Oliver Horn," which has
been running- as a serial
in Scribner’s Magazine,
will be published in book
form by Charles Scribner's
Sons on August 29. -This
novel is Mr. Smith’s long
est one, as well as hts
most ambitious. The chief
part of the story deals
with the life of an artist
jj * n New York, and Mr.
smith pictures artistic and literary life
in New York during the last thirty-five
J ears, with which he has been so famil-
* ar - n The carly P ;,rt of the story is prac-
. the hi?tof y Of the end of one
th ' *^ at i° n— that of the old south, where
the hero was born, and from which he is
ransferred to New York studios and so-
called bchtmian cafes.
“Donovan Pasha,’’ by Sir Gilbert Par
ker, author of ’ The Regent of Way,’’ is
soon to be published by D. Appleton &
~°' ''bile this volume was being made
ready for the press the honor of knight
hood came to the author, who is one of
the three or four most worthily success-
nl writers of ficiion in recent years.
His Canadian romance, "The Scats of the
-Iighty," has gone through many edi
tions. He has entered a new field with
Donovan Pasha."
Apropos ( of Cecil Rhodes’ bequests of
American scholarships in Oxford uni-
\ersity, E. p. Dutton & Co. have arrang
ed with the English publishers to issue
in this country at once the history of
each of the Oxford colleges written by
men who are qualified to do so. Eighteen
volumes are ready for autumn publica
tion. “Queen’s,” by the Rev. J. R. Ma-
grath, and "Hertford,” by S. G. Hamil
ton, M.A., will be ready in October.
Among those to follow are "All Souls, ’
by C. Grant Robertson, M.A.; "Magda
len,” by the Rev. H. A. Wilson; d8r;ize-
nose.” by J. Buchan, .VI. A.; "Corpus
Chrlsti,” by the Rev. Dr. T. Fowler,
president of Corpus.
Great Britain and Japan mutaJly guaran
tee Corea’s Independence. In his preface
Mr. Hulbert sayst
“Best there be misapprehension It
should be stated that the queen of Corea
was murdered In her palace at Seotil,
October 5, 1495, In the belief that she was
intriguing to put Corea into the hands
of Russia. The palace was fired, and
only a fragment of her -body remained to
be carried in the imperial funeral, which
occurred in November, 1897. The chap
ters, ’The Imperial Funeral’ and ’The Sig
nal of the Scabbard,’ are partly derived
from the author's letters to American
papers written at the time. Russia ob
tained the master hand in Corea in 'the
winter of 1S97-0S, and withdrew tempora
rily in March, 1S9S—at the moment Rus
sia's lease of Port Arthur from China
was made known. This was done, accord
ing to common report, to pacify Japan.”
Short Reviews of Latest New Books
“Castle
Craney-
crow”
by Geo. B.
McCutcheon
In September Scribner’s Walter A.
Wyekoff, the author of “The Workers,"
will begin a new series dealing with the
conditions which surround the wage
earners in England. The picture he draws
of the laboring man in London is much
brighter than the general American idea
of him. Some of the other features of
this issue will be a description of the fas
cinating life at Villa Medici ot tin- Prix
de Rome student whom France sends to
Italy for a period of sti«l\
“The House Under the Sea,” by Max
Pemberton, author of "Footsteps of a
Throne.” is announced for publication this
autumn by D. Appleton & Co. Mr. Pem-
terton’s new story is running serially in
The Strand Magazine.
The September Century will contain the
“Personal Recollections" of E. L. Godkln, j
prepared by Joseph B. Bishop, who was |
for many years associated with Mr. God- i
kin on the editorial staff of The Evening i
Post. The article is said to contain a '
number of new anecdotes and not a little j
that will be in the nature of a revelation j
of Mr. Godkin’s unique personality.
James Pott A- Co. will publish this fall t
John Goldworth Alger’s "Paris, 1789-94.”
which it Is thought may throw a new |
light on the French revolution owing to
the fact that the author has had access
to a mass of manuscripts, mostly ’uneai-
endered in the national archives. The
same firm will issue "The Builders of the
Republic." by the author of "Famous
Homes of New York " Each chapter of
this new book will be a sketch of seme
great American who has aided in the
"Castle Craneycrow” is very murii on
the order of Mr. McCutcheon’s first nov
el, "Granstark," which proved to be so
widely popular last year;
and though the highest
order of merit cannot be
claimed for It, it is cer
tainly interesting from
start to finish and makes
excellent light reading
for Slimmer weather. Most of the sit
uations portrayed in the story are alto
gether improbable, but the handling of
the plot is extremely clever and there are
frequent flashes of wit, showing that the
author is perfectly at home with ins
readers and is laboring under no enibar-
ra ssment.
The hero, Philip Quent.ln, is a hero in
great and small matters. Ho controls
circumstances as he controls individual*.
Burglars, wily women, desperadoes and
Italian villains in the guise of princes are
powerless in his hands, or, rather, he
compels them to serve his purpose,
whether they choose or not. When he
decides on having a woman's love, he
does not woo her in the ordinary way.
Although pledged to another, the lady
unconsciously gives Philip her heart
without a hint on his part that he wants
it On her way to church, where the
lady is to marry the villain, the resource
ful Philip Is equal to the emergency and
the Castle Craney crow hides her from
the would-be husband. Duels and desper
ate things follow', but the reader has no
anxiety. Philip dares and accomplishes
the impossible in a way known only to
romance. (H. S. Stone & Co., Chicago.)
Interest in the Jews is constantly deep
ening, and for a long time their Scrip
tures, the Old Testament, has been un
dergoing the most eru-
•'Primitive cial tests of criticism.
Semitic. Religion Any contribution, there-
Today” by fore, to a better under-
Samuei standing of the Old Tes-
IvesCurtJss lament, is to be welcom
ed. The author has not
been content to take ins data second
hand. This book is the result o£ three
journeys during the years 1898-1901, in
which Syria was visited tlitee times, Pal
estine twice, and Sinaitic. Peninsula once.
During thc-se journays the author con-
suited the missionaries who have beetj
long on the different fields he visited, the
natives and verified the discoveries with
I his own eyes. He has not yielded to
! theories and speculations, but has been
i at much pains and personal exposure to j
secure facts In this record, searching :
in out of the way places, he has gathered j
I a rich fund of most interesting facts,
j which in themselves are full of force and
| which to the apologist are invaluable,
j He has found customs which have been
handed down through thousands of years,
and these customs, as he found them in
■ his journeys, are strikingly confirmatory
j of the Bible record. In the light of these
i lustoms many passages of both the- Old
| and New Testaments are made to glow
i with new' light and to press on the mind
j with new power. The author’s conclu-
| sion is warranted by what lie has heard
i and seen. He says: "No naturalistic
j evolution can account for such a eoncep-
j tion of ihe Divine Father as we have
j in the parable of the Prodigal Son, or
! in His love message to the world through
animals foreign to our climate. They
would have more significance to American
children if they treated of animals whose
acquaintance they had already made, and
whose human characteristics, so to speak,
appealed to them more. (Henry Altemus
Company, Philadelphia.)
Chalmers was one of the great mission
ary heroes of our time. His experien/•
was quite parallel to that of Patou, hm
be fell a victim to that
James cannibalism which Paton
Chalmers' has so miraculously es-
Autoblogrn- captd. Tile volume de-
pltyand picts the man as he was
Letters in thought. In deed, in his
views of life, and in his
enthusiasm for the salvation of New
Guinea savages, manifested in his self-
sacrificing life and in his heroic death.
The family of Chalmers furnished the
whole of the letjers, memoranda and re
ports in their possession, including Chal-
mer’s own account of his life. Free ac
cess was obtained to the whole of his
Pointed. Paragraphs About
New Books
According to The Bookman the six
most popular books in the American mar
ket for the month of July were as fol
low's:
“The Mississippi Bubble.” Hough.
(Bowen-Merrill Co.) $1.50.
“Dorothy Vernon.” Major. (Macmil
lan.) $1.50.
Mrs. M iggs of the Cabbage Patch.”
Hogin. (Century Co.) $1.
The V irginian.” Wister. (Macmillan.)
$1.50.
The Leopard’s Spots.” Dixon. (Dou
bleday, Page & Co.) $1.50.
The Hound of th" Itaskervilles.” Doyle.
(McClure, Phillips & Co.) $1.25.
Tile following note from Mr. Gladstone
to Miss Cobden apropos of John Morleys
Life of Richard Cobden,” is of particu
lar interest Just now when Mr. Morley is
putting the finishing touches to his "Life
of Gladstone: ’ "The ’Life’ came yest?r-
day, and this morning 1 have read part
of the second volume. Let me at once
thank you for your kind gift, -and congrat
ulate you on the execution of the work,
admirable, so far as 1 have seen. My
estimate of your father's noble qualities
ar.d splendid services hardly admits of be
ing l-aised above the point at which it has
stood. If anything had been lacking, such
a work as Mr. Morley’s w'ould certainly
have supplied the deficiency.’’
M. Hogues Le Roux told several of his
American audiences, when lecturing here
last spring that he was the author of
"La Belle Nivernaise,” heretofore as
cribed to Alphonse Daudet. It has been
supposed that the question of M. Le-
Roux’s veracity lay between him and the
dead. This is a mistake. G. K.. Chester
ton sends to The Critic from Paris the
^ SISTER JANE. ^
By Joel Chandler Harris
(Copyright, 1S96.)
official missionary correspondence, and translation of a statement made in writing
building of the republic. The hook will j Jesus Christ, or in the depths of teiiHgp-
be devoted most especially to bringing ■ ness which we have in Christ who came
Into convenient form much valuable and
interesting historical material which has
to do the Father's will by his ministry
if sufT ring, and by laying down His life
been omitted by historians and essayists, j tor us. In this we see how the divine
wisdom has been doing a greater work
Both Dr. Jordon and Barton IV. Ever- ! than in creating worlds, by being the
mann, authors of "American Food and
Game Fishes," the latest addition to the
New Nature Library, with colored plates,
published by Doubleday, Page & Co., are
well acquainted with the fish of America.
They have fished in every state and terri
tory, as well as In many waters of Can
ada, Alaska, the tropical rivers and seas.
Dr. Jordan, even since he become presi
dent of the Leland Stanford, Jr., univer
sity, has been an enthusiastic angler and
a leading authority on the natural history
of fishes, and Dr. Evermann is Ichthyolo
gist of the United States fish commission.
They have over 100 photographs from life
under the water, by A. Radclyffe Dug-
more, to illustrate the book.
Among the early fall publications of
Little. Brown & Co. will be Arthur But
ler Hulbert's "The Queen of Quelparte,"
an historical romance, with Corea as its
field. The book is rather timely owing to
the recent news dispatches announcing
the conclusion of agreements by which
A NOVEL ROMANCE.
A Clever Presentation of the Latest
ajfd Most Popular Book
Publications.
“While Charlie Was Away” “Monsieur
Beaucaire," "The Captain of the Gray
Horse Troop," took “The Road to Fon-
tenac" to "The Rescue" of "Dorothy
Vernon" and “Audrey," who were "Pris
oners of Hope” *"In the Palace of the
King." "In Spite of Foes," "Mistress
Dorothy of Haddon Hall” held "Trove’s
Leading Strings." So, "The Cavalier,”
knowing "The Ways of the Service” and
realizing that "None But the Brave”
ever wore ‘.‘The Shoes of Fortune," fol
lowed "The Great White Way" by "The
Dark o'.the Moon" to attack “The House
of Romance" ere the flight of "A Speckled
Bird" had warned "Prisoners and Cap
tives." Despite “The Opponents" the
“Heroine of the Strait" sighted “The
Coast of Freedom.” “Heralds of Empire’’
made “The Two Prisoners” hopeful "The
Master of Caxton” would he “The Con-
que-ror.”
“The Gentleman of France” follclw'ing
“The Ruling Passion” claimed "The
Right of Way” through "Judith's Gar
den.” hoping to reach "The Secret Or
chard” in time to save "A Pasteboard
Grown" for "Her Serene Highness.” "An
ticipations” of “Captain Jinks of the
Horse Marines” committing “The Crime
of Sylvester Bonnard” spurred on “The
White Company.”
“The Battle Ground” was in "The Val
ley of Decision.” “In the Fog” the "Sol
diers of Fortune” had "Great Expecta
tions” of making “A Dash for a Throne”
before "The Spy” cried "Who Goes
There?” “With "the Best Intentions,”
however. “The Three Guardsmen" com
mitted "The Murder in the Rue MoTgue,”
% bo "The Man Who Would Be King”
easily "Kidnapped” "The Lady Para
mount.”
With "Hearts Courageous,” “The Vic
tors” took “The Road to Paris.” “En
Route” “The Lover Fugitives" met "Ab
ner Daniel.” who presented ’Mrs. Wiggs i
of the Cabbage Patch.” Since "The Pup
pet Crown” was safe in “Graustark,"
‘The Little Green God” said "It’s Up to
You” to 'be “The One Before” and go to
The American Baptist Publication So
ciety, 69 Whitehall street, where you find
everything new in fiction, late in stylish
stationery and up to date in general ser
vice.
History
of
Wachovia
bv J H.
Clew ell Ph.D.
"Prompt Aid
to the
Injured"
by Alvah H.
Doty
Teacher, the Lover and the Savior of the
race.”
The book abounds in handsome illus
trations, has an appendix and most con
veniently arranged indices. It is richly
worth its cost, and we wish our pastors
may get It and see how modern facts
and discoveries confirm the word of
truth as wo have it in the Bible. (F. H.
Revell Company, Chicago.)
The early settlement by the Moravians
of Wachovia (now Salem) In what was
then the wilderness of North Carolina.
was an important event
in the history of the
church, in the history of
the state, and of the
south in general. Dr.
Olewell Is the principal of
the famous Salem Col
lege for Women which this year cele-
brates its centennial: ar.d he has made
an interesting narrative from first-hand
sources that have never before been
used. As a narrative of American town
and community building, it Is an interest
ing volume, apart from its permanent
value as an original contribution to his
tory. (Doubleday, Page & Co., New
York.)
D. Appleton & Co. have just Issued a
new edition of their valuable little hand
book, "Prompt Aid to the Injured.” by
Alvah H. Doty, health of
ficer of the port - of New
York. It is designed botlt
for military and civil use.
Tite author has aimed to
explain each topic in a
clear, simple way, and
when medical terms are used
their lay synonyms are given
also. Special effort has been made
to adapt and arrange the matter that it
will be of use to the ambulance corps con
nected with the different military organi
zations.
Directions are given for the transpor
tation of the wounded, extemporized lit
ters, drill regulations for the hospital
corps and other important matters. iD.
Appleton & Co., New York.)
This story of English pressnt-day life,
by Edna Lyali, is a pro-Boer tale. The
hegpine is a girl who, at the death of her
grandfather, a rabid pro-
Boer and governor of Es-
paniere, is obliged to go
to London to make her
home with one of her
grandfather’s executors.
While in his household.
Irene meets the usual types of London’s
smart set, and finds herself in the midst
of a worldly crowd whose one hope is to
see England’s triumph in South Africa.
Naturally the girl is out of her element,
and Is looked upon as a prig by all these
"hinderers." The story is nothing if not
moral. (Longmans, Green & Co., New
York > .
"Rataplan, a Royal Elephant,” Is the
title of a book which contains sixteen
short stories. Ellen Velvin is the au
thor. She works upon a
“Rataplan” theory and her theory is
by a good one. She believes
t Hen there are heroes and
Velvin tyrants, cruel and gentle
natures, In the animal
world, as in our own,
and. Judged by our standards, their lives
are pastorals or tragedies, while their his
tories are often even more interesting
than those of men or women.
The stories relate to the elephant, giraffe,
kangaroo, lion, hippopotamus and other
"The
Hinderers’
by
Edna
Lyall
there has been a further cooperation on
the part of his friends and colleagues to
make this a true picture. (F. H. Revell
Company, Chicago.)
Booker T. Washington continues to be
as resourceful as ever in spite of the
widespread publicity which has been re
peatedly given to itis
"Character views upon the race
Building;" problem, and we are no
by less favorably impressed
Booker T. with the practical and
Washington wholesome advice which
he is giving to the negro
students under his charge than we are
with the. splendid talents which lie is so
wisely using for the betterment of his
race. “Character Building,” the title of
the author's latest work, is made up of
a series of Sunday evening addresses de
livered by the author to the students
of the school at Tuskegc e, and ttie ex
cellent quality of the advice set forth in
the volume may be fairly sampled from
the following extract:
“Now. when your critics say that the
negro is lazy I want you to be able to
show them the finest farm in the commu
nity, owned and operated by a negro.
When they ask if the negro is honest I
want you to show them a negro whose
note is aeeeptablo at the bank for JO.uoo.
When tin y say that the negro is no;
economical I want you to show them a
negro with $.>0,000 in the bank. When
they say that the negro is not lit tor
citizenship I want you to be able to show
them negroes who stand in the front in
affairs of state, of religion, ot education,
of mechanics, of commerce and of house
hold economy. You remember the old
admonition, ’By this sign we shall con
quer.' Let it be our motto.’’
These Sunday evening addresses by
the president have been an important part
of the work at Tuskegee. Some forty of
them hu*e been collected and are now
published in book form, bearing tile ap
propriate title "Character Building”
(Doubleday, Page & Co., New York).
Among tite subjects treated are “The
Virtue of Simplicity,” “Getting a Home, ’
“The Value of System in Home Lit..”
“The importance of Being Reliable” and
kindred topics, all of then, decidedly
practical and al! especially adapted lc
the present needs of the rtegro. Speaking
of "Unimproved Opportunities," he refers
to the fact that first-class barter shops
nave passed from the hands of colored
men simply because they have not learned
as white men have to dignify labor. So,
too, with whitewashing. "You can re
member," he says, "that only a few 'years
ago it would not have been hard to see
colored men in Boston, Philadelphia or
Washington carrying a whitewash tub
and a long pole into somebody's house
to do a Job of whitewashing. You go
into the north today and you will find
very few colored men at that work.
White men learned that they could dig
nify that branch of labor and they began
to study it in schools. They gained a
knowledge of chemistry which would en
able them to understand the mixing of
the necessary ingredients; they learned
decorating and frescoing, and now they
call themselves 'house decorators,’ ”
The temptation to quote from this val
uable book is almost irresistible. Many
of its sentiments are applicable not to the
blacks alone, but to every individual,
whatever his race or color. "If we are
without the spirit of usefulness, if we
are without morality, without liberty,
without economy and propriety, without
all these qualities which go to make a
nation great and strong, no matter what
we say about ourselves: and what other
people may say about us, we are-losing
ground. Nobody can give us those quali
ties merely by praising ns and talking
well about us, and when we ;>ossess them
nobody can take them from us by speak
ing ili of us.”
it was unfortunate for the south, and
especially for the negro, that in the days
of reconstruction after the civil war
there was no clear eye like that of
Booker Washington to see in what direc
tion the real advantage to the negro lay.
The violeht change from inferior to mas
ter of others before any idea of selr-
mastery was gained worked a mischief
that at times has seemed almost without
remedy. (New York; Doubleday, Page &
Co.)
■by the dead man's son, M. Leon Daudet.
It is all that could !».- desired and is here
inserted without comment:
"In the first place, ,m. Hugues Le Roux
was never my father’s secretary. For
thirty years his oqiy secretary was M.
Jules Elmer, who died last year. It is
quite true that my father, in order to
oblige M. Hugues Le Roux, dictated to
him a copy of La Belle Nivernaise,’ of
which the plan, the characters and the
scents had long bet-n in Alphonse Dau-
det's head. It is possible that M. Hugues
Le Roux may have modified some phrases
in the manuscript dictated to him by my
father, but that was the limit of what
cannot in an way be called a collabora
tion. This claim once brought down upon
M. Hugues Le Roux a stern rebuke from
my father. The former then admitted
that there was no truth in the assertion,
and, in the presence of witnesses, offered
as an excuse an intemperance of lan
guage. I trust, in the interest of M.
Hugues Le Roux nimself, that his lan
guage has again been rnisreported.”
While Will N. Harben was writing his
"Abner Daniel" last winter he often met
Frank R. Stockton at the Authors' Club.
Mr. Harben asked Stockton to be allowed
to send him his Abner Daniel" when it
was published, and Mr. Stockton replied
that he would be pleased to see it. Just
then another novelist sauntered across the
room and said: "Frank, D— has just sent
me a copy of his last book and wants me
to review it. 1 suppose you are often bored
with similar requests?” It was an awk
ward moment for Stockton and Harben,
but the former was equal to the emer
gency, and said carelessly: "Well, it is
rather hard to write reviews of books for
friends when one is busy writing novels,
but J do certainly like to read books writ
ten by men 1 know.” The conversation
took a turn, and Mr. Harben walked
away, thinking the matter had passed out
of the mind of the genial humorist, but a
few minutes later Stockton came to him
and said: “1 don't want you to forget t<i
send me that book. 1 :m greatly interest
ed in it.” But Mr. b nekton never livedS
to receive the promist j first copy, for he
died while Mr. Harben was reading the
proofs of the novel.
CONSOLING A CANARY.
If any one wants to know what the
teal feeling of inadequacy is before an
other's sorrow, let him try some day to
comfort a frightened bird. We may win
a dog over by wiles, or a cat by caresses,
but a bird Is a different creature and must
go about understanding us in his own ap
pointed way.—From French’s “Hezekiah s
Wives.” (Houghton, Mifflin.)
PATIENCE WITH THE RED MAN.
"We should apply to the Indian prob
lem the law of inherited aptitudes,” he
said, slowly. “We should follow lines of
least resistance. Fifty thousand years of
life proceeding In a certain way results
in a certain arrangement of brain cells
■which can't be changed in a day. or even
in a generation. The red hunter, for ex
ample, was trained to. endure hunger,
cold and prolonged exertion. When he
struck a game trail he never left it. His
pertinacity was like that of • wolf.
These qualities do not make a market
gardener; they might not be out of place
as a herder. We must be patient while
tite rtdman makes the change from the
hunter to the herdsman. It is like mulch-1
ing a young era ..apple and expecting it to ^
bear pippins.”—From Garland's "Captain
of the Gray Horse Troop.” (Harper.)
An Analysis of Liars
CONTINUED FROM SECOND PAGE.
CHAPTER NINETEEN.
THE LAD’S RIDE.
T >came to pass that Mr.
Cowardin gave us a great
deal of his company, espe
cially in the evenings, and
it was very pleasant com
pany, too, for he was not
merely a fluent talker-
travel, wide experience
and keen observation had
given him something to
talk about. He visited all
parts of the I'nited States,
the islands of the sea. and
the countries of the east
that are most conveniently reached bj;
going west. He was well educated to
begin with, and this fact had served him
well. When information comes to the
mind of a man who has prepared him
self properly it goes through a sifting
process that transforms it into knowl
edge that is power when it is active, and
■culture when it is quiescent.
It may be imagined, therefore, that we
found Mr. Cowardin’s conversation both
interesting and Instructive. He thus
brought us in touch with the teeming
world beyond our sober horizon. the
great world that we knew of mainly b\
report. He told us of queer peoples and
of strange incidents by land and sea,
and managed in this way to broaden our
views and to give a wider range to our
sympathies. He had so much to talk
about that he rarely had occasion to re
fer to himself, and this was a refreshing
novelty in a provincial village where peo
ple have little else to talk of-
Mrs. Reshears had a fancy of her own
that she had seen Mr. Cowardin some
where before, but when, for my own
amusement, I asked her to trace her im
pression to its source, it was found to
rest on the belief that the expression of
his face reminded her of some one she
had known, but, for the life of her, she
couldn't say who. He “favored some
body,” but who he favored Mrs. Be-
shears didn’t know. At any rate she
liked htm. for no matter how many ques
tions she might ask (and her inquisitive
ness seemed to be without hounds or
limit) he was always ready to answer
them—nay, more, his good nature and
his sense of humor were so fused that
he seemed to Invite her curiosity that he
might not only please her, hut also enjoy
her blunt comments and observations.
Naturally, therefore, the heart of Mrs.
Beshears warmed toward this man of the
world who treated her with such patient j horsp gave a s t, OP k to my mind' that it
deference. I think all our hearts warmed
toward him, for he had that indefinable
1 The rawhide descended with a swishing
sound, not once, but many times, and I
could hear its swish as far as I could
see the horse and rider, for they went
careering up the villiage street like mad.
In a. little while—perhaps a half an hour
—they came back. The lad’s face was
flushed with the exercise, and the horse
was going at an easy canter.
“Why, Dan, he’s as gentle as a dog.
He goes as easy as a canoe.”
There was considerable applause from
the spectators who had been attracted by
the ejjisode, but I confess I did not share
in it. I only waited to make sure that
the child was not hurt, and then I turned
away from the scene with more disgust
than I wouui nave oared to confess at
the time. Mr. Cowardin must have dis
covered it from the expression of my
face, for, after telling the lid to ride
the horse slowly about until he had cool
ed off, he joined me as I walked home
ward.
“You don’t admire fine horsemanship,”
he suggested.
“Well, I confess I don’t relish an ex
hibition where a child is pitted against
a wjld beast,” I replied.
"But you see what has happened,” he
said.
"Yes; I thank heaven the lad is un
hurt." I answered. "There were a thou
sand chances against him where there
was one in his favor. Providence is kind
even to those who tempt it.”
"Chance!” exclaimed Mr. Cowardin, lay
ing liis broad hand on my shoulder in a
friendly way. “My dear sir, do you im
agine that I would trust Gap where there
is even one chance against him? Think
half a second! For six, yes. nearly seven
years, until lately, that boy has never
been out of reach of my hand. Would
I be likely to trust him where there is
danger and not share it with him?”
“But you must admit there was danger
of an accident.” I said.
"Beyond all question. But if you will
tell me where the lad will be safe from
all accident I will gladly carry him there.”
He spoke seriously, and I saw he had
the better of the argument. But the hu
man mind teems with its whims and'
prejudices, and somehow it was long be
fore I couid think of Mr. Cowardin
without a slight feeling of revulsion. It
would have been impossible to convince
me then and there that he w is not a cruel
man at botton. I may as well say here
that I did him rank injustice in this, as
well as in another matter to be spoken
of later. But the spectacle of that child
mounted on the snorting and plunging
was long In recovering from.
"Cap is as much at home on a horse,"
charm of manner that attracts the confl- I Mr Cowardin went on to say. "as you are
dence of men and wometj. alike. He had
the repose that strength imparts, and
the gentleness that belongs to good
breeding.
in your rocking chair. When he had been
with me a year he was a fairly good
rider, and he’s been riding ever since.
He learned to ride unruly horses as
As for the lad—the boy he called Cap j everything else is learned—by degrees,
he was even more charming In his ways : jr or months those he mounted were held
than the guardian Providence had sent j a lariat. In course of time, he could
him. He had the advantage of youth
and it is a tremendous advantage, say
ride them without assistance as well as
anybody, and a great deal better than
what we will. Each day that passed ! many grown men who had been prnctic-
nver my head (as the saying is) made me lng . for ypars . j have seen him mount
more keenly alive to that fact, and more
sensitive to it, too. The child had this
great advantage, and he seemed in
stinctively to know how to employ It. He
had never associated to any extent with
other children, and this (fact gave him
sober and thoughtful manners. He had
been so long thrown upon his own re
sources so far as amusement was con
cerned that he had what the women folk
called "old-fashioned ways.” And these
gave ah ‘additional charm to his youth,
for they were based on a certain manli
ness of character that was clearly above
ail the small and petty tricks of mis
chievousness thnt are common to boys.
horses an hour after they had been caught
in the wilderness. And if he could man
age them, why should I be afraid to
trust him with a horse that has been
broken to the saddle?”
"How did you know that?” I Inquired.
"By the saddle marks on his back."
replied Mr. Cowardin. "Whenever the
saddle chafer and scalds a horse’s hack
the hair will grow out white and remain
white.”
Inside the house we found sister Jane
boiling over with indignation. She had
witnessed a part of the spectable, and she
was still nervous.
'Weil, good Lord!” she cried; if he’s
He was strong, healthy, and as full of J dead or on j'| nt ed don’t fetch him in here.
Mrs. Richards is quite an adept In
sketching village characters, and what
ever she produces in the line of fiction is
marked by an almost
“Mrs. mirrorlike fidelity to
Tree” life. Her latest book,
by “Mrs. Tree,” is also one
Laura E. of her best. Mrs. Tree
Richards was over 90 years old,
but she showed little
sign of her great age. As she herself
said, she had her teeth and her w'its
and she did not see what more any one
wanted. Dressed in white dimity in the
morning and plum-colored satin in the
afternoon, this stately lady holds full
sway.
Scarcely less interesting than the
heroine is her maid-of-all-work. Direxi t.
Hawkes. Direxia is ehief dispenser of
the village gossip. She tells her mistress
of her meeting Ithuriel Butters ;|)L a
neighbor’s.
"I said. ‘How’s Mrs. Butters, now,
Ithuriel?’ I said. I knew she’d been re’i
poorly a spell back.
” ’I ain’t no notion!’ says he.
" ’What do you mean,* Ithuriel But
ters?’ 1 says.
“ ‘Just what I say.’ says he.
“ ‘Why, where is she?’ I says. I
thought she might be visitin’, you know.
She has eonsid’able kin round here.
“ ‘I ain’t no idee,’ says he. ‘I left her
in the hur’in’ ground, that’s all I
know.’”
In due time Mr. Butters thinks of tak
ing another wife. His fancy turns to
Diplomv Rlyth, byt he hesitates. “Diplo-
my’s a fine woman. I wouldn’t ask to
see a finer, but thgre. I d’ no how ’tis.
When you've had pie you don’t hanker
after puddin', even when it's good pud-
din’, and Lovlny was pie; yes, sir! she
was, no mistake; mince, and no temper
ance mince, neither. Guess I’ll get along
someways the rest of the time.”
The happy vein of the book, its rustic
simplicity and quaint humor, as well as
its delicate tenderness, will commend the
little volume to a host of readers. (Dana,
Estes & Co., Boston.)
yond the line of these necessary conven
tional . lies?
Until now the chtld Is still relatively
sincere, it has seen that lying is possible,
that its own parents are guilty of lying
almost every day. It has even seen that
lying is necessary. But how prevent it
from becoming what society calls a liar?
Education has much to do with this. It
is very important that the educators
understand when to punish and -when not.
The child that gets into the habit of
lying is very often the child who is too
often and too severely punished by its
I .parents or its teachers. '
; The child who is always afraid of pun
ishment, the child who is beaten for the
smallest offense, will very soon find out
that if it confesses having done something
j wrong it is sure to be punished.
The first and second time he offends he
| may have the courage to admit frankly
i that he has done wrong, but very soon fie
| will begin to conceal, partly because he is
afraid of the humiliation and partly be-
j cause he does not want to shock his par-
, cuts, or his friends, or to cause them any
j unnecessary sorrow, and lying becomes
J easier every time it is practiced, and at
| last a person will lie at the very smailest
j temptation and even without any tempta
tion at all, hardly realizing himself that
he is not telling the truth, and when it
comes to this point it is only a very
strong character that will be able to re
deem a person.
These are the different reasons that
make a sincere child or person become a
liar, and the most prominent of them is
the desire to appear to be living a re
spectable life, when you know you are
not. The lie is a mask that we wear
when we do not want people to see us as
we are; we get into the habit of lying
when there are too many things in our
life that we are ashamed of and that we
dare not admit.
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animal spirits as a colt—and yet shy
reserved, gentle and polig'.
From the very first he took a great
fancy to Mary, and she to him, and when
she used to ask for her little sweetheart
(as she called him) I always felt with
a pang how much happiness youth could
have if it only knew how to seize and
appropriate it. The lad was fond of me.
too? and seemed to enjoy nothing better
than to sit in my room, or on the little
porch outside, and read such books as
I was willing to put in his hand. He
had many of the girlish ways and cute
methods that Innocence stamps its seal
on.
It was a great sensation In the village
when Mr. Cowardin bought the lad a
pony out of a drove of horses—a pony
that even the traders advised him not to
buy if he was buying It for a boy. But
he bought it, nevertheless, and. when
cornered and caught, it seemed to he
impatient even of the halter. A negro
hostler, after some trouble, led the
creature around to the front of the build
ing In which Mr. Cowardin had his lodg
ings. From among his traps (as he
called them) he fished a bridle with a
long heavy dragoon bit, and a saddle
that was in some respects unlike any I
had ever seen, being entirely barren of
skirts. It was, in fact, nothing but a
saddle-tree. The stirrups were of wood,
and the straps in which they hung were
wide enough to protect the legs of the
rider. After a struggle the pony was
bridled and saddled; but he was a vi
cious appearing creature. He had a bald
face, and Ills ears were continually mov
ing in opposite directions. My heart
jumped in my throat when I fo|nd that
our lad was to ride the horse, and some
how I felt cooled toward Mr. Cowardin.
It was a feeling that I fully recovered
front only after a long Interval, though
I could but see that the hoy_ was eager
for the ride.
“Shall I try him first. Cap?” Mr. Cow
ardin cried out.
“No, Dan; you’re too heavy.”
!\ith that the lad went forward,
stroked the pony on the nose, with no
j perceptible soothing effect, so far as I
| could see, and then stood by the stirrup.
By the side of the horse—they 'called the
creature a pony because he was a trifle
under size—the lad looked small and frail
indeed. He placed his foot in the stir
rup. As he did so the horse swerved
wildly away from him. but i/ie lad was
already in the sadde. The creature tried
to rear, but was held by Mr. Cowardin;
it whirled and almost sat upon its
haunches, and then out of the dust a Ml
confusion I heard the clear voice of our
lad cry out:
"Al! right, Dan! Give him his head.”
But the horse was no freer when ilr.
Cowardin removed his hands from the
bridle than he was before. The dragoon
bit acted as a powerful lever, even in
the comparatively weak hands of |vi
so that, although a terrible struggle en
sued between the horse and rider—a
struggle that held my alarm up to the
highest possible pitch as long as it last
ed—an expert might have seei* what the
end would be. But I was no expert in
such matters, nor desired to be. I could
only remember that the boy was a mere
'child and that the horse was strong and
vicious. The creature made a series of
terrific leaps and bounds, but somehow
the lad seemed to be prepared for each
successive shock. Once the horse fell,
but the lad was on his feet in an instant,
and in the saddle again when the animal
rose. Mr. Cowardin kept as close to the
horse and rider as possible, and whet
the horse rose from hts fall, pass^ff a
keen rawhide to the lad, remarking:
“Now give him his medicine. Cap. Make
him remember you.”
When there ain’t no sort of excuse for
a funeral I don’t want none in my house.”
"What do you moan?” I asked, well
knowing that T would have to stand the
brunt of the storm.
“William Wornum, don’t you dare to
stand up there like a wax figure and ask
me what I mean,” she exclaimed. “You
know mighty well what I mean! And
there you stood with your mouth wide
open, a-grinnlng like a simpleton, your
hands in your pockets a-watohing that
hoss a-trying to kill that child—that baby
as you may say! T declare, William Wnr-
num! If it hadn’t ‘a’ been for the scan
dal of it, I’d ’a’ picked up a stick and
come out there and give you a frailing.
An’ If I’d ’a’ come.” she went on signifi
cantly, “you wouldnt ’a’ been the only
one I’d a trailed, neither. What did you
do with the child after you picked him
i up? Dont be a-standlng there grinning at
me, William Wornum! I ain’t no baby
on no hoss. Where did you take the child?
I’ll go and look at him and see that he’s j
fixed straight on hts cooling board, but •
he shan’t be brought here.”
"What are you talking about, sister !
Jane?” I asked again. “Mr. Cowardin j
here doesn't understand you any more j
than I do.”
"Well. I’ll tell you what I mean, Wil
liam Wornum,” she said, turning upon
me. "If I’d ’a’ been in the place of two
‘•Well, I’m very sorry.” said Mr. Cow.
ardin.
“Sorry!" cried sister Jane. “What good
does that do, I'd like to know? The
man that went out ons night and shot
his grandmother in the corn patch, think
ing she was a boar, was sorry, but that
didn't help matters. To be sorry don't
mend no broken bones, neither does it
call the dead back to life. If that hoss
had broke the child's neck, we’d ’a’ ali
been sorry, but what good would it 'a’
done?"
There was no reply to such an argu
ment as this, and Mr. Cowardin attempt
ed none. The result was that sister Jan *
wag soon in a good humor, and in the
course of a few days she talked of the
affair in a manner that showed she was
proud of the lad’s accomplishments as a
rider.
Now, as I have said, I shared in a
measure sister Jane's feeling of indig
nation at the equestrian perform .nee. but,
in my case, the feeling took the shape of
disgust. I hoped that Mary Bullard had
not been a witness of the scene, for I
felt sure that her sensitive nature would
be shocked by it. But. to my amazement,
she came running through the garden for
the express purpose of telling the lad
how bold he was, and how beautifully hp
s it the horse. Her enthusiasm showed in
her face, too, for her eyes sparkled with
pleasure, and she was lovelier than evr
And presently—which was more wonder
ful still—Mary’s mother came gilding
along the garden walk to congratulate the
child. She took his face between her
hands and kissed him on his forehead. Sha
was even more enthusiastic than Mary.
“I must thank your little hoy for re
minding me of my home,” she said to Mr.
Cowardin. "I haven't seen such a thing
—oh, it has been years. Why, w^ten the
child began to use the whip and the horse
went plunging by, everything faded before
my eyes and T was at home again I
never thought anybody but a Brandon
could manage a horse like that."
“A Brandon!” The exclamation- came
from Mr. Cowardin. The colonel's wife
understood it to be put as an interroga
tion.
"My father's family name,” she said,
holding her head a trifle higher. I imag
ined. "I never saw any one but a Bran
don ride as this child did today. He re-
mVided me of my brother Fred. I was a
tot of a girl, but I can remember how
my brother rode when he mounted an
unruly horse. My father kept a.'Stable of
racers," she exclaimed. "Oh. and it
carried me back to old times when I saw
this child today!” she opened and closed
her delicate white hands nervously.
Mr. Cowardin made some deferential
response that seemed to please Mary and
her mother, for they both laughed, and
Mary blushed. I have forgotten what
the remark was—some pleasant formal
ity—for at that moment I seemed to see
everything In a new light. It came over
me suddenly (and the thought announced
itself to my mind with a sharp pang)
that, possibly, Mr. Cowardin had made
a deep impression on Mary. My ears
buzzed and the room seemed to be reeling
around me, and I was compelled to catch
hold of the back of the chair behind
which I was standing to reassure myself
that the people and things around mo
were substantial.
I have never been able to discover what
put such an Idea in my head. It was
probably the outcome of many incidents,
all of which became more suggestive than
ever when illuminated by the possibility
I have mentioned. I remembered a hun
dred things that had seemed to be but
trifles until this possibility shed a new
light upon them. I remembered how eag
erly Mary had listened to the accounts
which Mr. Cowardin gave of his adven
tures—with what rapt attention she had
followed not only his words, but his every
gesture. And now, it seemed to me that
her enthusiasm over the horsemanship of
the lad was intended as a tribute to Mr.
Cowa rdin.
And why not? Here was a man who
seemed to possess every quality necessary
to make a fond woman happy. If he
was older than I, which seemed to be
probable, he was still in the prime of
life. His years sat upon him lightly.
He was evidently a man of affairs. I
knew he was rich, and while he was not
an Apollo, he was not unhandsome. Ha
was a man of character and education—
just such a man, in short, as would be
likely to attract a woman who admired
strength allied with gentleness.
And, then, somehow, I felt myself ret-
j egated to the rear—carried to the infir-
j mary (as it were), where I might spee-
| uiate on the pleasures of life, but could
I participate in them no more. I could
! admire Mr. Cowardin, I thought, but I
} feit that my disgust over the risk he had
caused the lad to run couid not easily
be dissipated. So thinking I made some
excuse and went out into the garden,
where presently I stood gazing at space
until I fell into a profound reverie that
was not all unpleasant, for it is so or
dained that a mind not given entirely over
to the small affairs of life has its own
special resources that it can draw upon
at pleasure.
From this reverie I woke to the fact
men, one as big as a mule (and not much | that Mary was near.
better) and the other about the size of
a stunted steer (and with no more sense).
I’d ’a’ cut off my right hand before I’d
let that innocent child git on that hoss.
Woman as I am, I’d ’a’ cut off my right
hand before I’d ’a’ risked that child’s
life. I say it here and I’ll say it any
where.”
Mr. Cowardin laughed good-humoredly
and would have said something, but just
at that moment the lad came skipping
along the hallway.
"Oh, Dan," he cried, “I told the hostler
to walk the pony and then rub him down.
I happened to think that I saw Miss
Jane standing in the poroh out there when
the pony fell, and she looked so soared
that I thought I’d run home and tell
her how nice it is to ride a pony that
isn’t used to riding.”
He ran to sister Jane, and caught hold
of her hand.
‘‘Why, honey, you’re all in a muck of
a sweat.” She got a towel and wiped
the lad’s face, and brushed his hair
biek behind his ears. "Where are you
hurt, honey?" she asked with motherly
solicitude.
"Hurt!" the lad exclaimed. "Why, I
haven't a scratch on me.”
“Well, it's the wonder of the world,
and you'd better thank the Lord that the
clay of miracles ain’t gone by. The way
that hoss flung around wi’ you was
enough to-jolt your soul-case loose. If
you're alive and well you don’t owe them
two any thanks for it.” She nodded her
head to Mr. Cowardin and myself.
"Pshaw! if all horses were as easy to
ride as that one was I'd like to have a
new one every two hours,” said the
lad.
Whereupon, he proceeded to inform sis
ter Jane how he had learned to ride and
how much he enjoyed it; and he did it
with more success than either Mr. Cow
ardin or myself could have hoped to
achieve.
"Well, all I've got to say,” remarked
sister Jane, “is that if you two ain't got
nothing better to do than to put that
child where he's ’liable to have every
bone In his body knocked out of j'int, I
want you to take your monkey show
somewhere where I can't see it. I’m
that weak I can hardly lift my hand to
my head, and I don't know when I’ll
git over it.” 1
J "I’ve heard of such things, but I
! never saw a man in the clouds before,”
! she said laughingly.
} "Where?" I asked, looking toward the
j zenith. My thoughts were so far afield
■ that I took her words literally—a fact that
caused me to blush and wonder at) my
own stupidity. This made Mary laugh
ail the more. Then she grew serious.
“You were disturbed when you came out
a while ago.” she remarked. "What was
the matter?"
"Nothing—nothing at all,” I replied with
increasing embarrassment.
"Oh. please don't teil fibs," she insist
ed. "Something was troubling you.
Won't you tell me what it was?"
"Old people should never bother young
folks with their troubles," I reprTed., "I
am older than Mr. Cowardin.”
“What a pity you are so old,” she said,
her face reddening. “You ought to get
a pair of crutches. What has Mr. Co
wardin to do with it?”
"Nothing. He appears to be a young
man.”
She smoothed a knot of ribbon, hesitated
a moment as if about to speak, then sigh
ed and turned away.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
Rumors gained some circulation a few
seasons ago that the annual run of sal
mon in the Columbia river was falling
off so largely that it might cease to be
an important source of food supply early
in the twentieth century. Now come
figures from the Pacific coast showing a
catch equivalent to 150.000 cases.
Senor Sagasta, prime minister of Spain,
was originally a sooiety reporter on a
Madrid paper. He is now nearly 80 years
old, his face scarred by as many wrin
kles as was Von Moltke’s during the lat
ter’s closing years. He lives very quietly
in a flat, and, like his great political ri
val. the late Senor Canovas, is renowned
for his sterling integrity.
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