THE SUNNY SOUTH
' JULY 23. 1904
His Ideal Model
MANCHU AND MUSCOVITE.
ANCHIT and Muscovite,”
by Mr. B. L. Putnam
Weale, Is a work of the
highest importance to any
one interested in the Far
Eastern crisis. The au
thor, who has' spent his
life among the Chinese,
gives minute and detailed
account of a journey
■thrShgh Manchuria, with
the avowed object ' of
showing the character of
the Russian occupation,
first that Manchuria is a
of the first
the childhood of the brothers, is one
of rare beauty and charm. The guar
dian of the boys, a Presbyterian minis
ter, “an old man eloquent,” will take a
place as one of the impressive theologi
cal figures in our fiction, and "The
Seeker” will, doubtless, arouse wide
comment and provoke strong criticism
in some quarters. But It is an earnest
story, and the mostl ambitious work,
so far, of one of the best known and
cleverest of American writers. "Tne
Seeker” is charmingly illustrated.by Rose
Cecil O’Neill (Mrs. Harry. Leon Wil
son).—Doubleday. Page & Co., publishers,
New York: SI.50,
>9 Liter ary.Drift-Wood ^
lank, in its settled end cultivated parts
is thoroughly Chinese, and in such towns
as have sprung up along the railway
not only is the mass of the population
Chinese, but in all departments of life
the Chinaman is ousting the Russian.
The thesis of the book is to prove, in
short, that the supposed Russification of I
Manchuria is a myth; that the occupa- |
tion is purely military, and lacks all the j
elements of permanence. This is Ulus- j
trated by a stringent and very amusing
examination of the railway system, the
operations of the Russo-Chinese bank,
and the whole conduct of affairs. The
author has the gift of observation and
of conveying his impressions so that the
Whole picture of the rapidly buil^ fabri
cation of Russian civilization, in contrast
with the steady and rooted organism of
Chinese agricultural and trading life,
stands out vividly. Moreover, he writes
with the Japanese war near at hand, and
his forecast, dating from last February,
of much that has happened and much
that may yet happen, together with his
summary of Russia's military resources
and Japan’s chances, makes most curious
and interesting reading. But in its es
sence the book is an impeachment of
Russia's business methods from the
point of view of an Englishman who
knows the East and understands busi-
less thoroughly. The Macmillan Co.,
publishers, New York.
HARLAND’S FIRST LITERARY
Henry HarlanjJ, the author of “My
Friend Prospero,” is now the type of
the successful and opulent novelist. The
latest news from him is that he is travel
ing luxuriously in Italy with his family.
But it was once quite different with him.
A friend of Ills younger days gives an
interesting picture of Harland “before
taking” his dose of popular success. “It
was at the time he was writing his
first novel, ‘Mrs. Peixada,’ ” he says,
“that I knew him. He worked feverish
ly, going to lied at 7 each night and
rising at some such ungodly hour as 4 or
5 o’clock in the morning, to write until
breakfast. Then he worked at his office
where he earned his daily bread—a law
yer’s of flee, 1 believe—and rushed back
as soon as he could to work on the book
an hour or so before going to bed. It
takes a great deal of pluck to give up
everything like that when a man is young
and fond of living.
He was formerly Sunday editor of The
San Francisco Chronicle. A rather
“spooky” incident lies behind his de
cision -to accept The Sun offer. A short
while ago a letter came to him and,
when he opened it, he received quite »
shock of surprise in recognizing the hand
writing of his friend, the novelist, Frank
Norris, who had been dead some months.
The friend to whom the letter had been
entrusted had delayed in mailing it. In
it Norris advised Irwin to “Get to New
York,” and the delayed epistle arrived
just in time to help Irwin decide to ac
cept the offer to come east.
the patriotic associations of Japan. Bodily-
symmetry is the subject of the “Beauty”
paper. The story of Elizabeth' Kenton,
wife of the Indian fighter, General Simon
Kenton, is told in the "Pioneer Women”
series, and in the pictorial trip around the
world the cities of the Mediterranean are
done in thorough tourist style. In addi
tion, there are plans for summer cabins
on seashore and mountains etc.
Lovers of outdoor camp life will find
entertainment and humor in H. Adding
ton Bruce’s story, “The Campers at
Durant s Landing,” in the August Popu
lar Monthly. The story is the first of a
series describing the humorous experi
ences of a professor, a broker and a col
legian while seeking health in the wilds
of the Adirondacks.
The keenest of satire, a close study of
human nature in many varied phases, a
knack of describing men in such a way
as to bring them vividly- before the men
tal eye, and a plot so unique as to hold
the reader’s attention with unswerving
Interest—these are some of the potent
elements that combine to make "The
Promoters,” by 'William Hawley Smith,
one of the most enjoyable books recently-
As the title indicates, the story- deals
with that peculiar class of men who de
vote their time and brains to securing
money with which to promote, or place
upon the market, some enterprise more
or less gigantic (and sometimes question
able in character), either for tliemselvts
<qx-J in the interest of some one else.
The promoter usually sees to it that his
services are well paid for, besides receiv
ing stock In the enterprise he is engineer
ing. with this idea for his plot, Mr.
Smith has produced a story that will
interest every man, or woman either,
who reads it, even though their ac
quaintance with promoters is extremely
limited. In developing his most original
plot, the author demonstrates the fact
that he possesses -a vivid and well trained
imagination. His treatment of the stu
pendous scheme which he credits to his
principal promoter is w-orthy of some of
the highest flights of fancy- indulged in
by Jules Verne. He also shows that he
understands men and has an apprecia
tion of their foibles, which he treats in
a manner that is highly enjoyable.
“The Promoters' is unique in many
ways. There is no woman in it, nor even
the suggestion of a romance. But, far
from being a drawback, once the reader
What seest thou on yonder desert plain.
Large, vague and void?
I see a city full of flickering street*;
I hear the hum of myriad engine-beats
What seest thou?
I see a desert plain,
Large, vague and void.
What seest thou in yonder human face.
Pale, frail and small?
I see a soul by tragedy worn thin;
I read a page of poetry and of sin.
What seest thou?
I see a human faoe.
Pale, frail and small.
What seest thou at. yonder dim cross
Beside that shuttered inn?
The Inn of splendid Mystery.
What seest thou?
I see the dim cross-roads
Beside a shuttered Inn.
—Florence Wilkinson, in McClure's.
A HANDWRITING EXPERT
In an odd way a Baltimore Journalist
has settled for himself the still disputed
question of Edgar Allan Poe's personal
character and habits.
Having several autograph letters of
Poo’s—letters written in the youth, the
manhood and the later life of the unhappy
pcet—he cut off their signatures and sub
mitted them for analysis to a handwriting
The expert reported on them as fol
“These letters were written at different
periods in the life of the same person.
They indicate a temperament at once
imaginative and methodical, tirm nerves,
great courage, and ascetic Tastes. You
ask if they- point to drunkenness or al
coholism. I reply that most decidedly
they do not.”
AND ONE HAD LOVE.
One man bad riches for his gift and
The emptiness thereof;
Another, where Fame's topmost summits
All pygmy peaks above,
Felt the keen pangs of lofty- loneliness;
And one had love.
An important literary event will mark
the August McClure's in the appearance
of the opening installments of the first
story- of childhood from the pen of Fran
ces Hodgson Burnett, since the days of
“Little Lord Fauntleroy,” wiic.h has
been, by general consent, voted the best
book of child life ever published. In her
new story Mrs. Burnett makes a little
girl the central character and idealizes
her charming heroine quite as she did the
hero who preceded her.
endeavored to look suitably
R. REGINALD VERNHAM I Reginald
was an artist, and lived in shocked.
a garret; not so much that, 1 "TUe ideal” he murmured
& ’ , “Won t you sit down again. ne ron
it was the correct tiling to tinued -.You’ll hurt your ankle standing,
do as that it was the a™ 05 * j Besides , j t wasn't my fault he came in,
economical. y OU know.”
Being young and a bache- j ignoring these remarks, the girl limped
lor. he believed in love. It . over to the larger easel, and stood look-
is only married men who iing at the canvas.
are women haters. | "Who is she? ’ she queried, as Reginald
In his mind's eye he I looked at her deprecatingly. “She's the
sketched the woman h , model that man took m for i
, , , , , ... „ she resumed, gazing lntEhtly at the pK-
longed to meet, but with a ^ .. ghe js nlther ]ike . We u/ who is
longing that was tempered ^
She's a phantom of my brain,” said
McClure-Phillips have purchased from
Charlos Scribner's Sons the rights in
Miss Tarbell's “Madame Roland,” whicn j with anxiety that he would meet her,
they will add to their list this fall. They j and in one fell swoop lose the material Reginald feebly. “She's my ideal woman,”
will also bring out this fall Miss TarbeH s j f or fu- u re dreams. For In stature Mr. i he explained, as the girl looked ai him
monumental "History of the Standard Oil j Vernham W as short—5 feet 6 to be exact, [curiously. "I imagined the most beautiful
Company. j H is ideal was 5 feet 7. She was a queen- 1 coldd ‘ a “ d «»en I drew her. As
you say, she is rather like you.
The manufacturing task of printing woman. Her glorious golden-brown
and binding the forthcoming exposition hair was piled in luxuriant masses on
number of The World s Work has
proved to be so much greater than the i
publishers expected that it has been 1
found necessary to postpone publication I
t 0 Friday, August 5, by which time it is
expected that all the orders will be .com
pleted and the supply exhausted. This
“So that—” began the girl, and stopped.
"Sit down, do,” said Reginald, averting
the crown of her head. She had dark his face. “Your ankle, you know.”
gray eyes that flashed scornfully till they The girl went over slowly to the chair,
met his, when they became soft and I a °d sat down with a sigh of relief,
melting. Her short upper lip—displaying
a set of rare pearls—was curved in a
disdainful smile save when they were
number contains considerably over 200 pouted for the *ki=s that in mere wan-
pietures and between 350 and 400 pages t tonness he withheld till they- quivered be
Pleasantly seasonable will be John Bur-
rough's article in the August Century- or
“What Do Animals Know?” In continua
tion of the papers lately- published. Mr.
Burroughs believes that the animals unite
such ignorance with suich apparent
knowledge, such stupidity with such clev
erness, that In our estimate of them we
are apt to rate their wit either too high
or too low. His article the The Century’s
Midsummer Holiday Number will discuss
in detail the curious ignorance animals
show so otten, and will rank Darwin.
Iloyd Morgan. Charles St. John, and
Theodore Roosevelt as authorities on
GLADSTONE TO YOUNG AUTHORS.
Mr. Gladstone was much bothered by-
young, unknown authors, who sent him
their unpublished works for his judg
ment. So his secretary was instructed to
use this ingenious formula of acknowledg
ment: “My Dear Sir: Mr. Gladstone in
structs me to say- that he is in receipt of
your book, for which he returns thanks.
Be assured that he will lose no time in
Down in the lowly valley paths of life
His years were spent
"Where, far removed from moiling din
Brook song and bird song blent
Babbled of quiet things, of resting peace.
And deep content.
A CRUEL CREED.
“Our Puritan ancestors had a religion,”
said an artist, "that was black and erin-1.
“In the garret of my farm, last week,
I found a lot of religious poetry-—the re
ligious poetry that pleased our ancestors
200 years ago.
“Here, from the collection, is a sam
ple stanza of Michael Wlggleworth’s re
ligious poem. ‘The Day of Doom,’ writ
ten in 1662,” and the artist read:
Yet there was something in his cup of
Ineffably more sweet
Than e'er he knew who in the giddy
Of fortune set his feet
Or quaffed Fame’s goblet, wreathed with
rue and bays.
And found it incomplete!
—Hilton B. Greer, in National Maga
The present expedition of the British
into Tibet recalls the fact that that
country has been a factor in the politics
of the Indian empire since the earliest
day-s of the East India company's estab
lishment. Great Britain has made re
peated attempts to create commercial
ccnnections between India and Tibet, but
thus far all of them have been futile. A
writer in the current Harper’s Weekly.
Of books recently published by Messrs.
A. S. Barnes & Co. second editions have
been called for of “The Citizen, a Study
of the Individual and the Govornment,”
by Professor X. S. Shaler; "Running the
River,” by George Cary Eggleston, and
“The House in the Woods,” by Arthur
In preparing the peculiarly original
illustrations for Mr. Gouverneur Morris's
new romance which will be published in
September by A. S. Barnes & Co., the ar
tist, Mr. John Rae, has had the advantage
of the advice and suggestions of Mr.
Knight, the distinguished expert of the
American Museum of Natural History.
With a sigh he rose to his feet after
one such dream and laid his cold pipe
upon the littered table.
I “Bah! What a fool I am," he muttered;
“as If she’d look at a fellow like me.”
Crossing over to his easel he stood for
a minute drinking In the beauty of the
; face on the canvas. It was that of his
Ideal woman. He had painted her again
and again, and he smiled mournfully as
he thought how he had paid his half-
year's rent only last week by the sale of*
lone of those pictures.
her eyes wandered from the easel to
Reginald’s back, she began to smile. “Mr.
Varnham," she said, softly-.
Reginald looked round from the table
from which he was clearing the litter.
“About this picture.”
“Ah! yes,” he said; “of course, about
“Papa was so struck by the likeness
that he got your address from Mr. Isaacs,
and was going to get you to paint me."
“Yes?” murmured Reginald, interroga
tively, as she paused.
“Isaac told him you were rather—I
mean, he told papa he didn’t think you'd
mind coming down to our place to do the
painting. We don't live in town, you
Reginald looked at her downcast eyes
Dodd, Mead & Co. have just published
“To a dirty little dealer, too.” he re- I and flushed slightly-,
called with bitter self-contempt, “who j “You mean you don’t want me
will sell it to any- brute who takes a j come down after this?" he queried,
fancy to her.”
He shuddered at the thought as if he
a new edition of Tolstoi's “Resurrection." ! ha <l s °lfl the girl herself.
The book has had a remarkably steady ! Picking up his soft hat he strode to the
influence and sale since it was first pub- i door and Plunged down the stairs—al-
lished, and this edition is an entirely new
translation, and was printed from new
plates, with thirty-thro* Illustrations by
Pasternak,*' the well-known Russian
painter. These illustrations, by the way,
have received the most unanimous ap
proval on all sides. Seldom have we seen
illustrations which Illustrate the text so
exactly or catch the spirit of the book so
WINSTON CHURCHILL’S C’S.
“The Tetter C is venerated by the novel
ist, Winston Churchill,” said a publisher.
“Churchill’s superstitious treatment of
this letter makes one of the oddest pas
sages of modern literary history.
“The young man’s first book was called
‘The Celebrity.’ Its title began with a
C, and it had a great success,
their hands, their caitiff " His second book was ‘Carvel’—‘Richard
Carvel.’ Another C and another encoess.
i “His third book was ‘The Crisis.’
Again C. and again success.
I ‘‘His fourth book has now been an
nounced. It is ‘The Crossing.’ A fourth C,
i “Winston Churchill believes that each
■ of hfs novels succeeds because its title
A new and authoritative biography- of
Balzac is to be published in the autumn
hy Dodd, Mead & Co. The author is
-Tlary- F. Sanders, a thoroughgoing Bal-
in describing the various ‘‘missions” | zac student. W hatever may be said of
which have been sent into Tibet by the ]Balzac’s exact position in literature, it is
British, says that the reason the pre- 1 Impossible to deny him a niche among
vious expeditions have met with so lit- i the wor Id’s great novelists. Yet. by a
tie success Is because even the most en- [ strange anomaly, ahere has been no
lightened Tibtans are incredibly igno- j Life of him derived from original
rant of affairs outside of their own coun- sources, in line with the knowledge now
try. They all believe that China is the | obtainable. Nevertheless, the books writ-
greatest power in the world and that | about him would fill a fair-sized li-
Russia ranks next to it. j brary: Criticisms on his novels abound;
and his contemporaries have provided us
While devoted largely to entertaining with several amusing volumes dealing in
fiction, the July number of The Era : a humorous spirit with his eccentricities,
Magazine covers the two subjects which and conveying the impression that the
are now of first interest to the American j author of "La Cousine Bette” and “Le
I>eople—politics nnd summer recreation. Pere Goriot” was nothing more than an
The leading article of the issue is an 1m- j amiable buffoon,
portani. and Interesting campaign decla- *
ration by the Hon. Elliot Danforth, of j The complex and arduous duties of a
Whv the 1 book publisher furnish about the last
most on t<5o of an ascending figure.
Startled by his sudden apparition the
girl—he could tel! it was a girl by instinct
rather than sight—started back, missed
her footing and slipped down the few
steps she had mounted with a faint cry.
In an instant Reginald was by her side.
“Fainted, by jove, or—!” with a gasp.
He picked the limp figure up in his arms
and stumbled Into his room with her.
Grunting with the e.xertion—for the lady
was heavy, and Reginald (truth compels
the confession) was flabby—he placed her
In his recently vacated armchair.
"Jove!” he cried as he saw her face
for the first time; “my- girl! Now.” he
muttered, humanity mastering his desire
to gaze upon her as she lay there, “what
ought I to do?”
"Water!” -Tie looked vaguely round.
“Slap her hands?” He trembled at his
"I suppose really I ought to—” Regi
nald’s hands wandered slowly round to
the middle of his back and then, he
Though an artist, he was. young.
The girl released him from his . diffi
culty by sighing.
“After what?” said the girl, innocently,
opening her eyes.
“After what I've told you. I mean af
ter—well, y-es, after what I’ve told y-ou,”
he ended, desperately-.
“That is for you to decide,” said the
giri, without looking at him.
Going across the room, Reginald took
a canvas from a stack against the wall.
It was a facsimile of the one on the
“All the rest are the same,’’ he said,
replacing it. “It’s rather for you to tell
me your wishes. T think.”
“Ts that papa's step?” said the girl,
suddenly snapping the tension.
Reginald paused with his hand on the
knob of the door.
“Well?” he said.
“Papa will be awfully disappointed if
you don’t come,” she replied, softly.
Reginald threw open the door as the
footsteps paused outside.
“At last!” he cried.
(From The New Orleans Times-Pemo-
j “There is an old saying that the shoe.
1 maker’s wife never wears good shoes and
i that the tailor’s wife generally- wears
_ _ j Poor clothes.” said the observant man.
Reginald pushed his hair from off his j “ an<J th e wisdom of these old saws
forehead—he had rather a nice forehead—
and drew himself up to his full height.
The girl opened her eyes.
“Gray, by jove!”
With a startled expression she sprang
New York, the subject being:
Democracy Should Win.” The newest 1 11 ne of effort for a woman to be success- | to .her feet,
and “sportiest” water craft afloat at fuI in - However, in these days, when j “Oucfa!” she cried, dropping into the
piescnt and the most thrilling and dan- business traits are becoming so apparent ; chalr again
gerous. as well, is the automobile boat; ia what men have been wont to call the .- Are yCu
I weaker sex, it is not so surprising after
" ’They- rin
And gnash their teeth for terrour;
They cry-, they roar, in anguish sore.
And gnaw their tongues for horrour;
But get away, without delay-,
Christ pities not your cry;
Depart to Hell! there you may- yell
And war eternally.’ ”
begins with a C. He believes that if he
should write a novel with a title begin-
A LETTER FROM THE DEAD.
Will Irwin, who collaborated with Geiett ■ ning with a D, or a K, or a W, the book
Burgess in “The Picaroons” and "The would be a flat failure. That is why he
Reign of Queen Isyl,” has recently left ' ha8 J? oshed , ? s ° h ?,r d in ^ 7^ e , Cel ^ br . i i,i’'
, , ia i . . .. ^ ... *, . J j and Carvel, and The Crisis.* and The
gets Into the story - , his native California to come east and Crossing.’ and, believe me, he will con-
noticed. There are only five characters, j 0 j n the forces of The New York Sun. tinue to push C hard i
and autoboat racing Is the newest pas
time of millionaires. An absorbing and a " that America should have a prosper-
nbundantly illustrated article on this ous woman publisher in the person of Miss
lively topic by Lauriston Ward is enti- ICarro Clark, of BostcRi. She is not only-
tied: "The Wizard of the Water.” Other i the head of the firm bearing her name.
delightful features of special summer In
terest are: "Climbing America’s Cloud-
lands,” by Day Allen Willey, with beau
tiful illustrations; “Across the Atlantic
for a Song,” by Warren Harper; and
“Where Europe Amuses Itself.” by Alex
ander Hume Ford. The fiction Includes a
Japanese love story-, hy Lone Noguchi
with most attractive decorative illustra
tion's, a romance by Elise Carmichael,
and a score of other charming stories
by writers who know how to charm and
but their actions are of such concen
trated interest that one forgets the lim
ited sphere In which they move and be
comes as much wrapped up in their
plans as they themselves.—Rand, Mc
Nally Co., publishers, Chicago; $1.50..
THE REAL NEW YORK.
By Rupert Hughes. "The Real New
York” is an entertaining story- of the
many-sided interests of the most cosmo
politan city in the world. Mr. Hughes !
until the end.”
Like a cooling breeze that dissipates the
vapors of the dog days. The August
Smart Set comes to dispel ennui. Crisp-
ress and originality characterize Its col
lection of entertaining stories, charming
has undertaken the difficult task of writ- j poems, witty^epigrams and humorous
ing a descriptive book in the form of i skits. -
, ‘‘Saturday’s Child,”
„ love story, and his ingenious idea is i "Saturdays unna, by- Juliet W llbor
admirably carried out. His characters Tompkins, the novelette of the month,
represent various types, drawn from j | K J ust what the American reading pub-
life; yet it Is as a practical guide-book
of New York that his work must stand
judgment. There is no doubt that it
will prove a valuable contribution to
the literature of the metropolis. Hy-.
Mayer’s caricatures are known every
where; his drawings illuminate the text
on almost every- page. Hy. Mayer is
one of the few caricaturists whose work
Is marked by unfailing good nature.
Even that rare creature, the born New
Yorker, can scarcely object to having
his foibles exposed in the spirit of kind
ly humor that is the most prominent
characteristic of Mr. Mayer’s illustra
tions.—Smart Set Publishing Company,
New York: $1 50.
THE MOTOR PIRATE.
By G. Sidney Paternoster. This is
mighty good yarn of an up-to-date high-
lic is always seeking—a good American
story. The scenes are attractively and
typically- set in California and New York.
In “Pedigrees in Our National Life,”
Maurice Francis Egan has written a
graceful essay, In which, with laudable
antisnobblshness, he rails delightfully at
a pet foible of our women of the states.
Mrs. Henry Dudeney- contributes a
striking short story, full of originality
and quiet humor and pathos, entitled
“Men Call It Conscience.”
A sweet country romance is interwoven
with descriptions of “Grass Country"
colts and a thrilling test of their speed
in “A Waiting Race/’ by Martha Mc-
Culloch-Williams; “The Turning of tbe
Worm,” by- Ruth Kimball Gardiner, tells
of the successful Independence of a
Washington girl and the diplomacy of a
congressman; “The Little Red Devil,” by
’E. R. Punshon, deals pow-erfully with
whom may possibly be “The Next Eng
lish Premier,” the article being accom
panied by a set of fine portraits. Alvan
F. Sanborn’s picturesque account of his
own racy experiences In “Tramping
Through Normandie” Is full of Inspira
tion as well as suggestion for would-be
trampers. In the sixth article of Har
old Bolce’s series on “The Two Pacifies”
he demonstrates that “The Secret of
Japan’s Strength” lies in the wonderful
agriculture of the sunrise kingdom. Add
ed value is given to all these articles
by the admirably chosen illustrations.
way-man, who employs a motor car as j mysticism and the strength of lialluclna-
his v?hicle in his nightly “hold-ups.”
Full of adventure, it swings along at a
record pace to an exciting climax. Its
Interest is three-fold: It hns a distinct
ly new theme, it is a detective story of
the first-class, and it has a charming
love-story interwoven with the exploits
of the daring motorist. All the world
is motor-mad nowadays, and this story
w-ill appeal strongly to the automobile
enthusiasts. L. C. Page & Co.,^ publish
ers, Boston. Mass.: $1.50.
One of the most important novels pub
lished this summer 1 9 “The| Seeker,”
hy Harry Leon Wilson. In theme and
development It is unlike anything else
that Mr. Wilson has done, differing as
much from "The! Spenders” as that
successful satire on American life differ
ed from “The Lions of the Lord.” In
“The Seeker.” .Mr. Wilson tells tTie
dramatic life-story of a man searching
for truth. He refuses to believe what
other men tell him to believe, and the
whole novel brings on a large, frank
Idea of life and faith as he sees It. His
views bring him Into conflict with his
brother, an Episcopal rector. There are
chapters of . Intense and thrilling Interest.
The first pert of the story, dealing with
tic.n; “A Suspended Soul,” by Anna A.
Rogers, is a genuine navy story, stamped
with the mark of the ward room; “Check,
mate,” by- Barry Pain, is a half-humorous
analysis of emotions, passionh and excus
able crime; “The Tale of a Book, by
Edwin L. Sabin, details amusingly the
triills of an amateur author; and Tom
Masson’s opinions of ‘ A Summer Re
sort” teem with fun.
In the leading article of The Book-
lovers’ Magazine for August, * The Prom
ise of Civic Beauty,”- Andrew Wright
Crawford, secretary of the City Parks
Association of ‘Philadelphia, discusses
with expert knowledge and sympathetic
enthusiasm the outer-park systems of
America and the beautifying of oily
and village, using numerous superb illus
trations. Another popular paper by an
expert Is the illustrated article on “The
Campaign Against the Mosquito,” hy
Professor John Bernhardt Smith, of
Rutgers, who outlines the methods used,
and presents some of the successful re
sults in the warfare carried on under
his direction as state entomologist of
The World Today for August Is worthy
of the sucess which has resulted from
its reduction in price from $3 ot $1 per
year. Three full-page portraits, in color,
of “Women Presidents of Women’s Col
leges” Introduce an article by the editor,
Shaller Mathews, on “The College, East
and West.” General Charles King
writes In his usual vivid style on “The
American Military Academy,” and George
F. Vincent on "Student Clubs and the
University Spirit.” "The Private School
in a Democracy" Is treated by Arthur
G'ilman. The perennial labor question
furnishes another striking topic to Ernest
Poole, whose article, “How a Labor Ma
chine Held Up Chicago,” in the July
issue, attracted such widespread atten
tion. Thfls time “The Disappearing
Public” is the title, the majority of man
and woman kind being included in some
organization or union for or against
labor. “The Situation in Colorado” is
set -forth by a fac-slmiie of the proclama
tion of the Western Federation of Mi
ners and a personal statement by^.Gov
ernor Peabody. Besides the topics above
named, we have “Newfoundland and Its
Fishermen,” by Day Allen Wilieg; “Sheep
Herder v. Cow Puncher/’ by Henry
E. Cope; "A Monument of the Future,”
by Frederick W. Coburn; ’’The Trans
formation of New England,” by A. A.
Berle, and “Traffic on the Great Lakes,”
by Hugo Erichsen.
GEORGE SAND’S HEART.
(Francis Grlbble, in the J(dy Bookman.)
By all the rules George Sand ought to
have been unattractive. She was a blue
stocking; she was mannish; her complex
ion was ruined, and her teeth were dis
colored by the smoking of the cigars al
ready mentioned. But these are matters
In which one has to judge not by rules
but by results; and the results. In this
case, were dazzling. Only once in the
course of r long series of experiences
did George Sand lay siege to a heart
that was coated with triple brass; and
then she withdrew indignantly from the
assault before she had time to suffer.
Prosper Merimee regarded *fer as an ad
ventures. She has recorded her complaint
that he did not take iher seriously. “Take
him back,” she wrote to Sainte-Beuve,
'who had introduced him; and the inci
dent was closed. It was “foolishness,” she
wrote, but it was her pride and not her
heart that was wounded by the failure.
It left no enduring trace. In a few weeks
she ihad lived It down. And. In her other
love affairs, both anterior and subse
quent, it was always with her that the
In a fit of melancholy introspection she
once said that her heart was a cemetery—
to which her interlocutor is reported to
have replied that it was a nefropolis;
and If the intention was to imply that her
lovers were also her victims—find that
•there were many of them—the islmile
was reasonably well chosen. It might be
added that her heart also resembled a
cemetery in that the burials did not im-
but also its founder. This plucky woman
cleared up over $40,000 as a result of
her efforts last year, and while the ex
igencies of the business, which frequent
ly amount almost to a lottery, may not
leave her with profits so large t\is year,
she is confident of making good on the
profit side of iher accounts.
A selection of the poems of John Boyle
O'Reilly is to be published by Paul Elder
& Co., San Francisco, in their series of
Houghton, Miffin & Co. announce for
early publication a biographical and crit
ical work on “Women in the Fine Arts,”
bjn- Clara Erskine Clement, author of
“Artists of the Nineteenth G»ntury.”
“A Woman's Confessional” is the title
oT a book announced by Life Publishing
Company for publication in the early au
tumn. It is the work of Mme. Woljeska-
Tindolph. an Austrian lady domiciled In
The real historical novel is biot dead.
One of the very ablest we have read for
months—one that brings back memories
of Scott and the best of Thackeray and
Bulwer—has just appeared from the press
of Little. Brown & Co., of Boston, and
its author is a southern woman, Mrs.
M. E. Henru-Ruffln, of Mobile. Ala.
“The North Star, a Tale of Norway in
the Tenth Century.” is, beyond question,
a remarkably powerful historical novel.
The plot begins In Ireland, but the scene
soon shifts to Norway. There Is war
and foray and love and heroism enough
In the book to make a dozen novels.
■Still, the novelist keeps very close to
Said William Dean Howells in a re
cent intervlewr" “I expect to work as
long as I live. I would rather do so
than rust out. As in former years, so
now, all days are alike with me, for I
have always made it a point to do about
so much with each one, usually working
about four hours. I am obliged to ex-
pede the verdure. It was a heart that was | ercise care, for I am not strong. How
always young in spite of the stress of its
emotions; whereas the hearts of the men
on whom she lavished those emotions al
ways—with the one exception mentioned
—emerged damaged and bruised, if pot
actually broken. Eyen when they tech
nically “treated her badly”—and she
represents herself as having been treated
badly by nearly all of them—the result
in this respect was the same.
James Hopper contributes another pow
erful story of the Philippines to the Au
In addition to the things that woman
naturally look to the Delineator for, the
August number also contains a series of
stories by Carroll Watson Rankin, Alice
MacGowan and Cyrus Townsend Brady.
A timely artlc e by Edward Emerson, Jr.,
New Jersey. In a shrewd study of the ! on “The Attitude of the Japanese Worn-
present political situation in England, |en in the War” gives some very interest-
F. A. Acland gives a lucid estimate of the | Ing Information, and is illustrated with
various liberal leaders, either one of j portraits of women who are prominent in
STUDENT STUMPED THE PRO
The clever Dr. Ritchie, of Edinburgh,
met with his match while examining a
He said: “And you attended the class
“How many sides has a circle?”
“Two,” said the student.
“What are they?”
What a laugh In the class the student’s
answer produced when he said: “An In
side and an outside.”
But this was nothing compared with
what followed. The doctor said to the
student: "And you attend the moral
philosophy class also?”
“WfcU. you would heaT lectures on
various subjects. Did you ever hear
one on cause and effect?”
an effect ever go
“Give me an instance.”
“A man wheeling a barrow.”
The doctor then sat down and proposed
no more questions.
ever, at the first suggestion of fatigue I
stop. Usually I give my afternoons to
outdoor recreation of a moderate char
acter; the rest of my time I devote to
reading and social pleasure,”
hurt?” h* cried, anxiously.
“Where—Oh, 1 remember now, some
horrid man startled me, and I slipped.”
Reginald sighed; he had been expecting
“I’m afraid it was I,” he said, mourn
fully. “Have I hurt you much?”
“It's my ankle, 1 think,” said the girl.
“Anything I can—?” Reginald paused
again. The situation was not without
The two looked at each other. He
smiled as he caught her eye, but grew
preternaturally grave as he took in the
expression on her face.
“How did I get in here?” asked the
girl, looking round the room.
“I—I carried you in.”
“You dared!” cried the girl in the tone
Reginald had decided she was to use to
ward the rest of the world only.
“I beg your pardon,” he said, humbly,
"but I couldn't leave you on the stairs,
Two dimples appeared on the girl's
cheeks. What an ass he had never
thought of dimples.
“I suppose not,” she agreed, dropping
Got the lashes all right, decided Reg
“I’ll carry you out there again if you
like,” he cried, anxious to please.
“I think not,” said the girl. “I’ll wait
for papa now I am here. Oh!” she cried,
turning to him quickly, "I suppose you
art the artist?”
“I certainly am an artist,” ownedReg-
ir.ald. “I hope to be called the artist
“I mean you are Reginald Vernham,
Reginald drew himself up to his full
height and bowed.
“Papa’s coming presently—”
“Alas!” he sighed.
“— to give you a commission to paint
me.” continued the girl, severely.
“He saw a picture of yours round 1
at Mr. Isaac’s, which was the image of
to me rather forcibly a short time ago
while T was out in the rice belt. In that
rich and growing section fif Louisiana
which now promises so much in wealth.
While out there I had occasion to re
main over night with one of the big rice
planters of ti e section, a man who talks
rice all the time, who has boomed it
all over the country, and who can giv°
you affhand an expert Sti.d scientific
analysis of the product and re?Tt9*^S l 1Tfr’
out reference to his notebook the many
different ways, more than several hun
dred of them, in which rice can he pre-
pared. He is right up to the last notch
on this question, and it may be said that
he is an expert among experts when it
comes to any phase of the rice question
He can even tell you how many grains
of rice there are In a barrel, of course
r expected a rice feast when I sat down
to his table, though T want to state in
advance, hy way of extenuation, that ho
had just settled down In the belt, hav
ing but a short while before bought a
Place for $35,000. Did T get any rice
in any form? Not a grain. I got all
the fancy pure foods in the market and
my friend, in response to a good-natured
comment, said that he had almost every
thing else .n the way of food but rice
He said he hadn’t been settled lon~
enough to get in a supply of rice I nf f
of course, it would have been impolite
on my part if I had failed to accept this
explanation. But T ment-ill,- th1s
on the curious situation 'just
and could not keep from’ ^
■old saws about the wives of "
nnd tailors ” 1 -ooemakers
The Louisville Herald.)'
U ith the growth of the hobhv of s m ok
mg meerschaum pipes,” sa id lk» Ha fen
dorfer. of Philadelphia, at the Firth A™
m,e hotel last night, “there have sp'™
up concerns which make a business
coloring these pipes.
“How do they do it? Well
natural way imaginable,
them. Tn Paris ther
• in the most
are two firms which
thousand men to do
nothing but smoke. They are paid 20
cents an hour. They smoke nriM
bacco. in order that they can smoke
ZZL^ 8th ° f time Without setting
il ead ache.
“I have seen these men at work T h» v
are a queer set. Some of them are per-
sons of high educational attainments
who. being out of other employment, do
“Where is your father?” inquired Regi- j re^ding^and ‘smoking” coo!
nald, fearing’ the young lady might ask them. 1 s a sna P for
inconvenient questions about his picture. “Others of these hired smokers
1 " iranf fpiinwc 1 ^ aie ig-
“He’s coming along. Perhaps he’s lost j norant fellows, who have never aphipi-S
his way,” she answered carelessly. | succes^^n hut -smoking.
“I’ll go and see if I can find him,” cried j but the7 arc^'afl™sorry *lookin- S - thp F ln S-
Reginald, anxious to think out a pass- ! “Some -•* "
"Some of the smokers 'a'r? disused
able explantion as to his painting. ! - ,le na have consumption
this does not endanger the person
An English edition of “The Rainbow
Chasers,” John H. Whitson’s story of
the plains, is about to be brought out.
This is in addition to Canadian and Aus
tralian editions. Littlf, Brown & Co.
have al ready ^ printed the book four
times to supply the demand in this
- STILL OTHERS.
(From The Indianapolis Sun.)
“Ah,” said the fair widow, “you have
been in some pretty tight 'squeezes
haven't you, colonel?”
“Yes,” answered the old warrior, put
ting his arm around her waist, “and I'm
not the only one.”
And he immediately proved the truth
of his assertion.
ZEAL AND KNOWLEDGE.
Through zeal knowledge is gotten,
through lack of zeal knowledge Is lost;
let a man who knows this double path of
gain and loss thus place himself that
knowledge may grow.
No man can live happily who regards
himself alone, who turns everything to
his own advantage. Thou must live for
another If thou wishest to live for thy-
Before the giri had time to answer
he left the room to seek the solitude so
necessary for earnest thought.
When he returned a strange picture
met his eye.
The fair Invalid, flushed and indignant,
was standing in the farthest corner of the
room, while one of Reginald's fellow
painters sat, a dejected heap, on the
"Hullo!” he cried in astonishment.
“Mr. Vernham,” cried the girl t breath
lessly. “I insist on leaving this room at
once! That cad has insulted me.”
“ *Pon my word. I haven't said any
thing,” protested his neighbor. “I thought
she was a modeht’
“She’s not,” said Reginald, shortly,
opening the door.
“But you’re always painting her.”
“No, I'm not. Get out!”
"Get out!” shouted Reginald.
“What did the brute say?" he inquired
as the astonished man left the room.
"It wasn’t what he said, it was the way
he said it,” explained the girl tearfully.
"He—he kept -his hat on and called me
my dear.’ ”
“Even if I had been a model—Do you
ever take your models out to lunch?” she
asked, suddenly, drying her eyes.
"Great Scott, no!” cried Reginald, as
tounded at the very idea.
“He wanted to.”
for the pipes are boiled and baked T
eliminate all germs. 1 uakc<1 to
"The officers in Paris are trvin~ +
break up this business declaring tbo*
endangers the health of the hirflingsY^
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