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CONDUCTED BY F. W. McADAH.
Under fhe Lamp
With Late BooKs
HEN Arthur Morrison wrote
"Tales of Mean Streets”
and “A Child of the Jago”
he established his place in
the world of letters, but in
his latest novel, "The Hole
Publishers and Authors Who “Spiel
N OTHING could be more characters- j dcrful literary hurly-burly which alarms
tic of such a literature as we are ! us week by week in American journals.”
making now than the way It is ad- J and plucks up a show of hope of a reac-
vertls^d. We don't know where the pub- ! tion, quoting one ot our journals as say-
Ushers stole their cue, but probably on
the Midway Tlaisance or from a circus
lng: "There are strong indications that
reaction from this mercantile excess, this
flamboyant advertisement ot wares of the
In the Wall,” he has done poster. Jn an age so advanced as ours it j brain and fancy, must come as a relief
what is more difficult, sur
passed his reputation. The
materials utilized, as in the
other books, are melodra
matic-such vulgar things
as murder, suicide, rob
bery, harlotry, fire—but it
Is the seamy 6ide of life, the life of the
"other half," that this author depicts,
p.nd none can do it better. He knows the
purlieus of Eondon, with Its deadly sin
CLIFFORD LANIER.
land woe, and we feel, when we read him,
'that he feels for all he has seen. Here
1s a bit of pathos from "The Hole in
the Wall” that will introduce you to Mor
rison:
"It was while my father was on a long
voyage with the Juno that there came a
time when my mother took me often upon
her knee, asking if 1 should like a little
brother or sister to play with; a thing
which I demanded to have brought. In
stantly. There was a tat woman, called
Mrs. Dann, who appeared In the house
hold, and became my enemy. She slept
■with my mother, and my cot was thrust
Into another room, where i lay at night
and brooded—sometimes wept with jeal
ousy thus to he supplanted; though I
drew what consolation I might from the
prospect or my promised playmate. Then
I could not go near my mother at all,
for she was 111, and there was a doctor.
And then • • • I was told that my
mother and baby brother were gone to
heaven together; a thing 1 would not
hear of. but fought savagely with Mrs.
r»ann on the landing, shouting to my
mother that she was not to die. for I was
coming. And when, wearied with kick
ing and screaming—for l fought with
neighbors, as well as with the nurse and
V.^ t: 1 .’, to tv If.
Jeaguo to deprive me of my mother—when,
nt last, the woman from next door took
me Into the bed room, and I saw the
drawn face that could not smile, and my
tiny brothor that could not play, lying
across the d«ad breast. I so behaved that
the good soul with me blubbered aloud:
and I had an added grief in the reflection
fhat I had kicked her shins not a half
hour before.” —
"The Hole In the Wall” is a wretched
habitation In the slums where poor little
Stevy, the child who speaks In the fore
going. goes to live with his semi-criminal
old grandfather. He grows up In this
fetiri atmosphere, the boon companion,
and. later, the partner of his grandfather.
The story hinges on the dishonest fail
ure of a ship-owning tlrm that sent their
ship. In which Stevy’s father sailed, to the
bottom, in order to collect the Insurance.
There Is a strong plot cast on tnose lines.
In which the boy prominently figures, and
out of which his moral character emerges
unscathed from a great pecuniary tempta
tion.
Arthur Morrison was bom In 1863. be
coming Interested early tn sociological
work, undertook the secretaryship of a
charity fund In the toughest slum of
London, the "Jago,” which his novel, "a
Child of the JagO, N helped to Wipe our.
It was not until he had lived in and
studied this slum ror ten years that Mr.
Morrison attempted to write anything
about it. One day he was telling W. E.
Henley, then editor of The National Ob
server. some of his experiences.
“Why don't you put some of that into
writing?” asked Mr. Henley.
"Because there isn't a publisher in Lon
don who would print it,” answered Mr.
Morrison.
”1 would.” said the editor, and he did.
In "Tales of Mean Streets.” So did six
teen American publisners, all in pirated
editions.
In 1S90 Mr. Morrison became an editorial
writer on one of the London papers. rikid
has since that time made his living by
his pen. II13 hobbies are bicycling : • d
Japanese art. He has the finest collection T
of Japanese art. both paintings and bne- |
a-brae, In England. McClure, Phillips &
Co., publishers, New York.
THE RIGHT PRINCESS.
A story founded on Christian Science is
Cl novelty In the field of fiction. Such j
Is Clara Louise Burnham's lat- !
jest novel, "The Right Princess," which I
Is an account of an English family in !
(America In search of health for the heir I
I of the house. This case is one of ar- !
as to be expected that lurid daubs of
printer's ink would be employed to blazon
forth the claims or our lightning change
authors in tneir amazing continuous per
formance. but the adjective powers of
book promoters truly "onto tneir Job”
are calculated to make one's most up-to-
date imagination reel its inadequacy
keenly. The possibilities of literary ad
vertising are nothing if not surprising,
burely the book spielers have made the
hippodrome "ad "-writer understand that
superlative adjectives, of ancient vintage
and newly coined, are common, very
common, property.
The London Academy, which is ultro-
literary and inclined to stickle over anti
quated ethics, takes our American pub
lishers to task for employing bargain-
counter advertising methods in their pub
lic announcements. Because, forsooth, a
certain New York publisher, who had an
article of literary fizz adapted to dog-day
absorption was clever enough to display
his offerings as "Four Cooling Novels,”
this hypercritical critic tries to be face
tious at his expense, confounding his ad
vertising style with John Wanamaker
and summer underwear. The Academy
Insists that literature adapted to meet
the "rush hour test” Is not literature,
and works oft a fine vein or humor In
holding the publisher's ”ad”-writer up to
rdicule because he Is a bit hyperboli
cal.
Alas! publishers do not bring books
out as an acquisition to letters, but from
a sordid motive to sell them. A book is
judged nowadays by its selling capacity,
and if box-car letters and overwhelming
adjectives will cause a run on a book
store, ethics be hanged! They have no
place in commerce, any now.
The Academy speaks of "that won-
to the judicial and scholarly reader.”
"The Judicious and scholarly reader"—
that is good. But, pritnee, wnat is the
purchasing power of this delectable class?
We can hear the publishers chuckle as
they read Chat quotation. A literature
better than the popular taste is a very
unprofitable book output, materially
speaking, and possible only to very rlcn
and conservative publishing houses that
harbor a few musty literary traditions
and densely stupid "readers.”
Your really enterprising publisher will
have none of It. As between a bTlnd and
seedy old John Milton, peddling -a “Para-
dise Lost” manuscript from printing
house door to door, and a Miss Grace
Denlo Litchfield, who "was in the great
earthquake on the Riviera m 1887. when
the wall of her room fell on her bed.
miraculously leaving her uninjured,” he
will take your lady of the thrilling ad
venture, every time, for her personal ex
perience has made advertising easy and
given her book genuine human interest.
Miss Litchfield would hold thousands
spellbound where Mr. Milton would put
them to sleep. Ergo, the latter is not a
live proposition, commercrally.
Many of our successful writers who
have toilsomely educated themselves up
on the market value of “copy” have also
acquired a facility of self-advertising
which Richard Mansfield, In another
branch of art. has hardly been able to
surpass. If their psychic nerve force
could but be utilized pathologically,
there would be no newspaper space de
voted to a certain species of patent med
icine “ads.” The writer hereof recalls
an experience in point which occurred
when he was an unsophisticated cub re
porter with glamorous ideals. A gentle
man from another state had come to
town with his wife, the latter an ac- ;
complished tennis player and society fa- :
vorlte. The pair were visiting one of !
the city’s bpnton families, and the so- ;
clety editress of the hustling daily *
which bore with our services was play- •
lng the lady visitor up strong. Through I
the small talk of the coterie from which |
the editress had drawn her inspiration, \
it reached the ear of the city editor
that the lady’s husband, not content
with being known as her husband, had
some time written a novel, and he as
signed yours humbly to go out and see
if the gentleman would submit to a short
interview which would serve to identify
the book. The author submitted with
alacrity, though patronizingly, for he
remarked that we were very young for
such a responsible assignment.
“Knowing your readers would want
something really good about me,” he
volunteered, unbuttoning his double-
breasted coat and producing an official
envelope from an inside pocket, “I have
dashed off a little personal sketch, and
here,” he continued, diving into his am
ple coat tails, “are photos showing me
in some characteristic poses. You might
use them with good effect, don’t you
know.”
Nothing remained to be said after the
exhaustive typewritten “copy” reposed
in the pocket of the dazed reporter, who
backed away with becoming humility.
The unknown author got his “ad.” all
right, with a half-tone or two thrown
99 < j With Some Authors
>! I You Have Known
HE New Amsterdam Book
Company has Just pub
lished as the second title
in their new Common
wealth Library, “Litera
ture and Dogma,” by Mat-
thew r Arnold. This is one
of the famous books of the
world’s literature. Never
has literary style been car
ried to greater perfection
than In this book. Conse
quently it Is held as a
model to all future writ
ers. Apart from its grace and beauty
of style, its vigorous, straightforward
always command for it a
multitude of readers.
Small. Maynard & Co. have Jost issued
a handsome popular edition of Walt
Whitman's “Complex Prose Works” in
one volume at $1.25. uniform with their
popular edition of “Leaves of Grass” at
They still issue the regular library
edition of these books at $2 each. Both of
these editions contain all of Walt Whit
man’s writings as collected by him dur
ing his lifetime, and represent the latest
issues of the single volume edition of his
prose and poetry which received his final
approval. With the exception of the sump
tuous edition of his works in eight vol
umes, including Whitman’s letters and a
wealth of collateral matter in the shape
By R W McADAM
of variorum readings and critical, bio
in, and it was not the paper's fault if | graphical and bibliographical material,
the community was not made aware ; which G. P. Putnam’s Sons are about to
that a genius of the quill was in its
midst. This particular author had
brought his little book out by his ability
to pay, but In time he became a stand
ard high-paid contributor to modern
literature and now owns a colonial man
sion and a red devil automobile. He
won out by knowing how to toot his
own horn, as other of our distinguished
litterateurs have done. An author able
to act as his own press agent and write
his own “ads.” and reviews has a down
hill pull on fame and fortune.
R. W. McA.
his head in childhood. He is unconscious
of his limitations, and his self-corr.plac-
ence causes a friend to liken him to the
spell-bound hero of an old fairy tale, A
young New England girl breaks this
spell by means of Christian Science. The
story is replete with episode and action,
and is so cleverly told that it will prove,
both to Christian Scientists and to the
unbelieving, one of charm and interest.
It is apt to call forth no little discussion.
Houghton; Mifflin & Co., publishers, New
York. $1.50.
PAUL KELVER.
“Paul Kelver” is Jerome K. Jerome’s
first long novel, if not his first pretentious
took. It is refreshing to oe able to say,
a: the outset, that this book is quite
* d'fferer.t from Mr. Jerome’s former books,
and the readers need not despair of Mr.
Jerome. He js improving. In "Paul Kel
ver” he has given ns a story in the first
person singular, dealing with life in Lon
don. and artistically. The author has
spared us much of his characteristic hu- ailllu
war and shows some strong djuman qual- |
ft fee, blended with no little pa(thos. It 1 s ' *
said that “Paul Keiver’’ has' been com
pared to “David Copperfieid.'* • This Is
rot surprising, for it starts oiT as though
Its author had just finished reading Dick
ens’ masterpiece and was still under Its
spell. ' But there Is no imitation, and the
Copperfitldlan flavor is no discredit io the
author. The story Is decidedly readable
and written in a really Horary style. The
prologue is unique—almost a work of
genius. As It is somewhat explanatory of
the book, we quote a paragraph or two:
“So, perhaps, among the many there
may be some who, for a moment, will
turn aside from the tales of haughty he
re cs. ruffling it rn court and camp, to lis
ten to the 'story of a very ordinary lad
who lived with 'vst ordinary folk in a
modern London street, and who grew
up to be a very ordinary sort or man. lov
ing a little and grieving a little, helping a
lew and harming a few. struggling anA
la ling end hoping; and, if any such thert
be. let them come round me.” Dodd,
Mead & Co:, publishers, New York. Sold
by the American Baptist Publication So
ciety, Atlanta.
little volume just out are tributes from
Clifford to Sidney at the time of the lat
ter’s untimely death.
The younger I^anler’s tastes and talents
are similar to those of the elder. His
verses have the exquisite lightness and
delicacy, and the same devotion to the
music of thought as well as of language.
While his taste for music is cultivated,
he is not a performer of note on any in
strument, as was Sidney. He is an artist
in every fiber of his being, but he is also
the practical man of affairs. He married
a daughter of the late Justice Clopton,
of the Alabama supreme court
POEMS BY CLIFFORD LANIER.
A little volume of poems Just issued by
the Corham Press, of Boston, entitled
“Apollo and Keats. Poems by Clifford
Lanier." has an interest aside from the
exquisite verses themselves. The author
is the only brother of the lamented Sid
ney Lanier, and several of the most de
lightful poems in the book are the joint
production of the brothers, appearing un
der their names. This is Clifford’s first
book, and includes a collection of the
poems he has written from time to time
during a long and busy career. For Clif
ford Lanier has been a successful man
of business in Montgomery, Ala., where
he settled on returning from the war be
tween the states, and lie has earned a
well-won competency. Yet almost In the
prime of life he has retired from active
business pursuits and devotes most of
his time to literature and the study of
civic questions, taki/ig a prominent part
in all the progress movements of the
town.
The attachment of the Lanier brothers
was of a tenderness and fidelity amount
ing to romance. They went to the war
together, belonged to the same company,
slept under the same blanket and shared
everything. Afterward their tender as
sociations were maintained, and when
the dark clouds lowered over the older
brother the younger was his stay and
'rested development, owing to an injury to * friend indeed. Two of the poems in the
IN THE WASP'S NEST.
”In the Wasp’s Nest,” by Cyrus Town
send Brady, is a sea tale of the war of
1812 in this popular author’s best vein.
The book is alive with the blood ana
fire of life on a yankee man-o’-war, car
rying the reader into many^hot engage
ments and through many thrilliing ad
ventures on the main. The hero is a sea
waif, cradled in a shop’s hold and reared
amid the exciting environment that the
•so descrrtV®®. He rises
from cabin boy to the high rank of com
modore, .seeing gallant service on many
seas. The story centers in the brillant
exploits of the American sloop of war
Wasp, of which our hero, Ned Boston,
was midshipman. Boys who revel in sea
tales—and what boy does not?—will be
held captive to the end of this book.—
Charles Scribner’s Sons, publishers, New
York.
Publication Notes
"The Alcotts at Harvard,” by Annie M.
L. Clark, is a little volume that will de
light lovers of Louisa M. Alcott. It is
an intimate personal chronicle, throwing
much light on the early training and for
mation of the character of the popular
New England authoress, and explaining
the "transcendentalism” of the Alcotts.
Besides typical Illustrations, the book
contains a number of autograph letters of
Louisa M. Alcott. J. C. L. Clark, publish
er, Lancaster, Mass.; $1.50.
"The Manor Farm," by Mrs. Francis
Blundell, is a pleasant little story of plain
folk life in rural England, largely In the
quaint dialect of the countryside. The
description is faithful, the tale exceeding
ly realistic, ■ and the plot holds interest.
There is a pretty love story running
through the book. Longmans, Green &
Co., publishers, New York.
As a general thing, missionaries make
the best kind of descriptive authors, and
especially is this tfiW, )n the case of
ilev. a. C. Tucker, iiiVTaltluuI Brazilian
missionary. His bonk. "The Bible In
Brazil," is fascinating as the tale of a
traveler In a little known land, full of
anecdote and incident, and attractively il
lustrated. Sold by American Baptist Pub
lication Society, Atlanta; $1.-5.
"Seeds of April’s Sowing" is a daintily
made little volume of verse lately issued
by the Saalfield Publishing Comapny, of
Akron, Ohio, bearing the name of Adah
Louise Sutton. The authoress exhibits
facility as a rhymer, and some of her
product Is poetry. Price $1.25.
“Soo Thah,” a true story of missionary
experiences In Burma, almost as strange
as fiction, is a recent book by Dr. Henry
C. Mabie. The title-character was a con
vert to Christianity and largely inlluenced
the conversion and material prosperity of
one of the wildest hill tribes, the Karens,
who contributed an interesting chapter
to unwritten history, bold by American
Baptist Publication Society, Atlanta;
"A Chinese Quaker,” by Mrs. Nellie
Blessing Eyster, is denominated "an un-
flctltious novel” The book is not a mere
cht-onicie or biography, but a vivid pic
ture of Chinese life on the Pacific coast
of large moral Importance to the Ameri
can people. Among other things it re
veals some social conditions, especially
the horror of enslavement of Chinese
women in our own land, together with
movements for their rescue. Sold by-
American Baptist Publication Society, At
lanta; $1.5(1.
"London ” Is the title of a valuable
compilation of short itches of the vital
features of the world's metropolis, made
by Esther Singleton. The writers whose
werk affords a. remarkable composite ptc-
, ture of London number a score or more
world, 'which Includes, besides j including such names as Charles Dickens
* Company \\ (three men whose names Charles Lamb, Leigh Hunt, Washington
Irving, Justin McCarthy. U. vv. Stephens,
Percy Fitzgerald, Augustus J. c. Hare
and Sir Wajter Besant. The descriptions
are the best ever presented in a single
volume, and one who wants to know
London, with its finest literary flavor
should read this book. Dodd. Mead &
Co., publishers, New York. For sale by
American Baptist Publication Societv
Atlanta; $1.50. '
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A BLAZE OF GLORY.
This last book by John Strange Winter
is destined to enjoy popularity in Eng
land and with those Americans who ad
mired the conduct of the British troops
in the Boer war. It is full of action, the
scene being largely laid In the Transvaal,
whither the heroine had gone as the wife
of an English officer, with her heart
throbbing fondly for another man who
wore the queen’s uniform. The lovers
had been separated through a mutual
misapprehension, and the girl had, as
the result of parental pressure and a
sense of gratitude to a fat, bold ana
fiercely moustached colonel for saving her
from drowning married him rather des
perately. Her disappointed lover, in turn,
saves her liie amid a hail of builets, while
she is carrying dispatches for the Brit
ish, and the pair pine most circumspect
ly until the insuperable husband con
veniently dies of fever.—The Lippincott
Company, publishers, Philadelpnia.
UNCLE CHARLEY.
Miss Zephine Humphrey, whose first
book, “The Calling of the Apostle,” drew
favorable attention to her writing, is out
with her second, with the title “Uncle
Charley.” Uncle Charley is an inventor
and a man of genius, a whimsical, dila
tory, lovable man, with neither desire
nor qualifications for business success. To
his niece he is a hero, the chief figure in
her
(three
all begin with W), Aunt Tibbie, the dog
Grip and her dolls, Susan and Matilda.
These are, as it were, the dramatis per
sonae of the story, and all are drawn
with delicacy and discrimination. The
interest of the story lies chiefly in the
relations of Uncle Charley and his niece,
who loves him devotedly. The whole
makes a pleasing picture, which the style
fittingly frames. Houghton, Mifflin *" &
Co. publishers. New Y'ork. $1.25.
A DOWNRENTER’S SON.
Like Ruth Hall’s earlier books, “The
Downrenter’s Son” contains abundant ad
venture, incident and color. It deals with
a little known eddy In the stream of New
Y’ork history—the strange attempt to
abolish rents about sixty years ago. The
political struggle involved is presented
through the medium of a few striking
characters, whose dialogue is very weil
managed. There are two scenes of
marked dramatic power, one where a
man is about to be tarred and feath
ered. and another ir. which “Old Hager”
defies the officers cf the law. Houghton
Mifflin & Co., publishers. New York. $1.25.
NEW FRANCE AND NEW ENGLAND
Probably ore of the most important
historical werks of the year is "New
France and New England,” by the late
John Fiske. This final volume forms the
only remaining link needed to complete
the chain of histories of this country,
from the discovery of America to the
adoption of the constitution, upon which
Dr. Fiske had for so many years been
engaged, and the achievement of which
was his great ambition. It shares with
all Mr. Fiske's work the great qualities
of his mind and the rare grace of his
style, and presents in broad philosophic
marner the causes and events which
marked the victory cn this continent of
the English civilization over the French.
There is much dramatic incident in the
book, brightened by the figures of many
notable characters. All significant as
pects of the period surveyed, Mr. Fiske
has firmly grasped and clearly portrayed,
and the work is an important addition
to the literature of history. The volume
Is uniform in style with the author’s ear
lier historical works. Houghton. Mifflin
& Co., publTshers, New York. $1.50.
issue, by special arrangement with Small,
Maynard «!c Co., in a limited edition for
subscribers, these are said now to be the
only authorized and complete editions
of Whitman’s writings.
The Journal of Edward Williams, which
is soon to be published, went through a
tragic adventure. Williams had the MS.
book with him when he went on board
the Don Juan with Shelley, and it went
down in the wreck. Its long immersion
in salt water has seriously faded the ink
in parts. The only extracts ever made
from it were those relating to the resi
dence of the Shelleys and the Williamses
at Lerici, these extracts appearing in
Mrs. Shelley’s edition of her husband’s
correspondence. She intended to use the
journal in the preparation of the poet s
biography, but that life she failed to
write. Dr. Garnett has written an in
troduction to the journal, which is now
to be printed in full for the first time.
George Francis Train is putting the
finishing touches upon his autobiography.
It has practically all been taken down
at dictation since July 1 of this year.
Each week Citizen Train has given to
the stenographer about six hours of
time, during which he has narrated his
story with directness, facility and clear
ness of statement.
The New Amsterdam Book Company,
in publishing “The Viceroy's FTotege,”
by Guy Boothby, believes that in the
creation of ’‘‘Simon Came” Mr. Boothby
has brought to life a character fully as
remarkable as Sherlock Holmes or Dr.
Nikola.
The J. B. IJppincott Company will soon
publish a volume of peculiar interest, en
titled “Millionaires and Kings of Enter
prise,” by James Burnley. The book will
contain thirty-two portraits, and the
sketches will include Americans in nearly
every branch of industrial effort.
Mrs. Mabel Osgood Wright’s new book
for children will be called “Dogtown.” It
will tell the annals of the Wadies’ family
who were introduced to Mrs. Wright’s
young readers in "Tommy-Anne and the
Three Hearts” and "Wabeno.” Macmil
lans are the publishers.
Miss Alice Caldwell Hegan, the author
of that successful little story, "Mrs.
Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch,” has writ
ten her second book, and it is to appear
serially in The Century. She calls it
“Lovey Mary.
“The American Immortals” deals with
the lives, character and records of those
men whose names have been found wor
thy of a place in the Hall of Fame.
George Cary Eggleston has prepared the
book for G. P. Putnam’s Sons.
“The Reign of Qi§.*en Anne,” by Justin
McCarthy, is soon to be published by-
Harper & Bros. The book on Queen
Anne is introductory to McCartny’s his
tories. >f England.
Charles Reade’s long-time friend, John
Coleman,, is writing a memoir of the
author of "The Cloister and —e *Hearth.”
He intends to call the book "The Ro
mance of Charles Reade.”
The Macmillan Company has ready for
publication "A Joyous Journey Round
Rugen,” by the author of “Elizabeth and
Her German Garden.”
A new novel by Rev. Charles M. Shel
don. entitled “The Reformer,” will be is
sued in Novembc# by the Advance Pub
lishing Company of Chicago.
The dramatization of "Dorothy Vernon
of Haddon Krill” is now having the fin
ishing touch put to it bv the author,
Charles Major, and the dramatist, James
McArthur.
that the critics advised his readers to
hold their noses. Zola never refined or
polished. He drew men as he found them,
and he generally found them in sewer
muck. But the author of human trans
cripts did not go out of his way to find
slime. He had his theories of the reasons
for and the defects of the social organism,
and to point a moral he preferred to
leeve a tale unadorned. For. be it under
stood, Zola was as serious as Don Quix
ote, and as much intent upon slaying
evd giants. Some will sav that he was as
, . * i craz >’ as the good Knight of La Mancha
with the princes of ear *-h. | in hls menta l vistas, but we will leave
HE tragic death of Emile
Zola in Paris on the morn
ing of September 29, from
accidental asphyxia tion
during sleep, robs the mod
ern literary world of one
of Its greatest writers,
measured by the criterion
of material success. Zola
died a millionaire, pos
sessed of houses and treas
ures that are associated
“Aunt Abby’s Neighbors,” by Mrs. An
nie Trumbull Slosson, is a readable little
book, full of homely beauty, to use such
a paradox. A.unt Abby is a lovely charac
ter, in love with the world and at peace
with God—or what j|; sometimes less
easy, her neighbors. She knew how to
“get along” with the most impossible
species of femininity. There is much sim
ple humor, though enough seriousness, in
the book. Fleming H. Revell Company,
publishers. New York. Sold by American
Baptist Publication Society, Atlanta, $1.
“My Dogs in the Northland,” by Eger-
ton R. Young, the intrepid Hudson Bay
territory missionary, is a book that will
delight dog lovers—and who is not one?
For thirty years Dr. Young was the
constant comrade of dogs, traveling the
icp fields of the inhospitable arctic zone
by dog sledge and his book is an inimit
able character study of this sagaciqus
animal. The descriptions of human life
and natural scenery in the far north are
Interesting. Sold American Baptist
Publication Society, Atlanta, $1.25.
"Racer of Illinois” is another novel by
Henry Somerville. author of "Jack
Racer.” It is a good story of the middle
west, full of characteristi*: local color
and on the whole, entertaining. It is a
political story, disclosing thI: ins and outs
of Illinois politics along wljti a rather in-
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All this he earned with his
pen, during a long and onerous lite
rary life. The monument h*> leaves to
letters is a large one, quantitatively. Its
qualitative value is largely conjectural,
so far as the arbitrament of time is con
cerned. The preponderance of contem
porary criticism is decidedly against
Zola.
Emile Zola was a Parisian by birth, al
though he was generally credited to the
south of -France. He was bdrn within a
stone’s throw of the Halles, in 1840, of an
Italian father and a Scine-et-Oise moth
er, both eminently respectable in social
station and fairly well-to-do. The pair
were visiting in Paris at the time of the
novelist’s birth, shortly thereafter re
turning to Aix, where the father was
chief constructor of a canal which still
bears his name. When Emile w-as 6
his father died, leaving the family prac
tically destitute and a charge upon grand
parents. The boy was educated in Aix,
where he was not particularly bright,
but very diligent, 1 as a student. He chose
science in preference to the classics, a
course which distinctly moulded his lite-
lary career. Out of college at twenty,
Zola went to Paris to dare fortune with
his bare hands. For a couple of years
hls penury forced him to live amid the
vilest surroundings In darkest Paris. He
pawned articles of apparel that left him
unpresentable on even the low streets.
Emaciated frem inanition, he trapped
sparrows on hls garret roof and cooked
them over a lamp. He wandered the
streets for months in search of employ
ment. reading and weaving story plots
on the parapets above the Seine, and
writing rejected poetry on the doorsteps
of unoccupied dwellings. Partly by per-
severence and partly by accident he ob
tained a clerkship with a publisher which
brought him some $20 a month. This
was the first step toward his great lite
rary success, which was very»slow in
materializing. He was rebuffed!*and dis
appointed for years, his early manu
scripts being refused, often with con
tempt.
Zola hegan to make headway on hls
chosen career as a contributor to fhe
Petit Journal and Le Vie Parisienne. doing
his journalistic work after his day’s em
ployment was over. He sold his first
rpretentious work, "Therese Raquii;,” for
600 francs, and by reason of the fierce
criticism it provoked, became locally
famous. He was then past twenty-five
and began a bohemian existence with hls
pen, though free from the grinding poverty
of the preceding years. Hls long lite
rary career is familiar to the reading
public and will not be particularized
here. Some of his books brought enor
mous sums for publication privileges, and
fer mar.y years previous to his death his
annual Income from royalties alone was
said to he between $60,000. and $75,000.
If Emile Zola was not the creator of
the literary cult known variously as
Iiterallsts, realists and naturalists, he was
its great high priest. As a realist, Zola
discarded no material as unworthy of
art. nor did he hesitate over points in
volving almost common decency. He held
the mirror up to nak^d nature and fre
quently it would appAr that he prefers
nudity He has univermlly been accused
of wallowing in literar® filth from sordid,
ra.ther than artistic or Choral motives, and
made his debut in his characteristic role
with such epithets as /‘the literary sewer
man” and "the pen scavenger” ringing
in his ears. Zola always protested that
he wrote the bold truth to provoke the
wrath of an aroused public conscience to
stamp out enormous social iniquities, and
we. for one, are disposed to take him
at his word. His works should not. be
read by the young, but mature students
of human nature can profit by his terrible
life pictures. He has written veritable
human documents.
There was never a literary life fuller of
method than was Zola’s. While yet un
known to fame; comparatively, he out
lined the system of his literary philoso
phy—a fact that in itself refutes the
charge that he was a mere sensation-
monger—and until sudden death overtook
him he labored consistently and* with
superb nervous energy to place the cap
stone on * .symmetrical and logical monu
ment. In this he all but succeeded. His
scheme was stupendously pretentious. He
has confessed that it was not wholly
original, but inspired by the grand broken
column of Balzac’s "Human Comedy.’’
He wanted to sound the whole gamut of
human life in his books, and sought to do
it systematically... He therefore designed
the Rougon-Macquart series. Around
male or female members of that family,
whom he located in Aix in the time of
the second empire, he painted his graphic
pictures of French life—virtually kodaked
it Beginning in 1871, Zola persevered
with his gre^t allegorical series, sounding
chords human enough, but so revolting
others to cast stones. However, they
should first know his works first-hand.
At first the success of the great realistic
series was rather dubious. "La Fortune*
des Rougous’’ did little more than estab
lish his school, or catalogue the author,
so to speak. When "Le Ventre de Paris ’
brought down an avalanche of horrified
criticism and earned for Zola in England
the popular characterization of "that
filthy-minded Frenchman.” he began to
climb. His publisher urged him to make
his next book more mild, but he replied
with “L’Assommoir,” "Nana,” "Germi
nal,” "La Terre,” “La Bete Humame”
and "La Debacle.” Zola saw the crj*i^;
evil of drink in Paris. He attacked it 5y
portraying its abominations in "L’Assom
moir.” He saw the abominations of
shame-traffic and attacked them in the
life of that modern Phyrne. "Nana.” He
saw the depths of bestiality to which the
French peasantry sank and attacked this
species of depravity by giving us that
frank novel, "La Terre.” He, himself,
alluded to “La Dabecle” as “a sweep
with the broom in a mass of filth.”
If Zola has failed in his grand scheme,
to study in a selected group the entire
course of modern French society, laying
bare through fiction the symptoms of
the fever which led from the coup d'ofit
to Sedan, he has at least made some
rational diagnoses. Atavism was one of
Zola’s chief hobbies, and he overworked
it. He saw degeneracy where society
was chiefly culpable. This philosopny
colored much of his literary output, and
how deeply it was Ynbedded in his nature
can be judged when he says, autobiog
raphically:
"I refute the accusations that people
delight to bring against me that I revel
in filth, and I equally refute the argu
ment that I am convicted out of my writ
ings of being a skeptic and misanthrope.
I prove that I have great faith in the
future of humanity, if only the terrible
question of heredity, which, indeed,
makes the children bear the sins of
their fathers, can bo overcome by a
process of logical selection, in contradis
tinction to natural selection in the unions
of the sexes.”
There are a score of volumes in Zola’s
great human comedy series, which was
brought to a conclusion by the middle
of the last decade of the past century,
and afl of them are undoubtedly “pur
pose" novels, and all belong to the con
catenation that he set out to write in his
young manhood. Many refuse to see in
this audacious little Frenchman more
than “the king of notebook fillers and
emperor of reporters.” Bdiieve us. there
is more in him than that, though too
much of that. He had no style. Hi
affected none. He sought rather the
cumulative effect of fact on fact. There
were many superfluities in what he
wrote—often we wish he wore more im
pressionistic and more outre, even. He
sticks so close to the truth as to be
dry and tedious in many of his books.
He is an analyst of life as it is lived and
not an artistic interpreter of life in
spots. Little in Zola is artistic, though
his plots are sometimes clever. His
genius is not universal, but it Is so es
sentially French that his absence in
French literature could hardly ' , jtgm
agined. He was to the large school of
realism what Hugo was to the romantic
school, and his permanent fame is se
cure.
The part Zola took In the Dreyfus
case through his pamphlet, “J’accuse,”
is too fresh in the public memory to be
more than cited as an example of his
tremendous power of invective and scath
ing logic in controversy. His power is
well expressed by the inscription on a
medal presented to him by his pro-
Dreyf/.s admirers: “A man who, with
his pen. overthrew the French army of
576,000 men.”
While Zola will rest hls claims upon fu
turity upon the Rougon-Macquart series,
the novels written after he had finished
his great task and seemingly abandoned
even hls own school, are eminently
worthy of bis fame. In them the sun
of idealism is struggling through the
murky sky of naturalism, and Zola ap
pears more sympathetically human. In
"Lourdes” he has woven a vast allegory
on the emotion of piety, in “Kome” he
treats of religious authority, and in
“Paris” of social regeneration. In the
still later volume, "Fecondite,” Zoia
gives us a prose idyl on the glory and
blessedness of fruitfulness in all of its
vital forms, showing in contrast the
curse of barrenness. He believes in the
natural man and unhampered nature.
His last book. "Truth,” commemorative
of his all-absorbing life-aspiration, is the
fitting finale of a life work done. Real
ly. Zola was ready to die, for he had
given the world his message.
Novelists Who Own Public
Houses
London -TIt-BJts: One is accustomed to
hear nowadays of members of the aris
tocracy and' even peers of the realm
equaled, if not surpassed, by that whicn
he has gained on account of -the excel
lence of his cuisine, for which his res
taurant is noted.
Travelers in Switzerland are doubtless
familiar with the Goeschcnen buffet—the
setting up in business or adopting some station at the Swiss mouth of the great
profession with a .view of augmenting
their incomes. But it will doubtless come
a surprise to many people to learn
that there are novelists who. finding that
they cannot earn a fair competency with
the pen, combine literary work with the
business of retailing beer, wines and
spirits in order to make up the defi
ciency.
A remarkable Instance of a man of let
ters not only owning a public house, but
also serving in the bar at times, is
furnished in the case of M. Caragiale.
the talented Roumanian novelist and
dramatist. Finding that the profits from
his literary work did not suffice to ren
der him independent of other labor, Cara
giale took over the management of the
beer tavern, “Zum Gambrinus.” opposite
the National theater in Vienna.
Here, when not engaged in writing, the
famous novelist can be seen in the role of
public house proprietor, looking after the
wants of his customers and attending to
the general business of the house. That
Caragiale is by no means ashamed of the
latter work is shown by the following lit
tle incident:
In November of last year a new corned
St. Go*thard tunnel. But few are aware
of the fact that the manager is M. Zabn,
the distinguished Swiss novelist. Not only
is he manager, however, but he often
assists in the work of serving the cus
tomers, and is sometimes to be seen
ladling out the soup with as much non
chalance as though he had been accus
tomed to doing nothing else all his life.
M. Zahn's father, by-the-by, kept the
buffet before him, and it is mainly on
account of this fact that the novelist still
caters for customers.
A great number of English visitors to
Lucerne patronize the Beau-Rivage ho
tel, which is noted not only on account
oi its excellent cooking and accommoda
tion, but also because of the fact that
it is owned by Dr. ZImmerli-GIaser the
famous litterateur. The latter’s journal
istic work is well known in several con
tinental countries, and he is a reguiar
contributor to several of the most promi
nent Berlin magazines. Dr. Zimmerll-
Glaser's most fatuous work, however,
was that dealing with the patois of the
Juras, which took him many years to
prepare.
Another instance of a man of learning
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! Schrelber is a doctor of laws and a man
| of profound learning.
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duced at the National theater. At the
conclusion the author was called before
the curtain by an appreciative and en
thusiastic audience, who shouted for a
speech. Caragiale’s reply was short and
to the point. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he
said. “I thank you. I hope you will show
your appreciation of my efforts by patron
izing the tavern Zum Gambrinus,’ across
the way.” Needless to say, the request
was not made in vain, for the tavern
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rant at Plojesti. Gherea has earned much j Schools of national reputation for thoroughness
fame by reason of his philosophical and and reliability. Endorsed by business men.
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