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t EIGHTH PAGE 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, ~7~f" >9 Liter ary.Drift-Wood ^ He shows grain-producing country 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 LABORS. 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 PROMOTERS. 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- published. 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 GENIUS. 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. ON 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 roads Beside that shuttered inn? Untraveled Possibility, 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 POE. 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 expert. The expert reported on them as fol lows: “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 knew The emptiness thereof; Another, where Fame's topmost summits lift 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. Publication Notes 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 As 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 seechingly. 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 natural history-. 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 perusing it.” Down in the lowly valley paths of life His years were spent "Where, far removed from moiling din and strife 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 days Ineffably more sweet Than e'er he knew who in the giddy maze 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 zine. • 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 Henry. 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 the picture.” “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 know.” 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 to 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 faithfully. 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, 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 own audacity. "I suppose really I ought to—” Regi nald’s hands wandered slowly round to the middle of his back and then, he blushed. 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 easel. “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. SHOEMAKERS’ WIVES. (From The New Orleans Times-Pemo- orat.) 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 ■ame 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 hands, 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 gerous 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 please. 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.” Magazine Melange 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. THE SEEKER. 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 victory rested. 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 Impression Classics. 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 this country. 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 history. 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 gust McClure's. 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 FESSOR. The clever Dr. Ritchie, of Edinburgh, met with his match while examining a student. He said: “And you attended the class for mathematics?” “Yes.” “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?” “Yes.” “WfcU. you would heaT lectures on various subjects. Did you ever hear one on cause and effect?” ’Ves.” an effect ever go before Lies cause?” “Yes.” “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 this. “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 embarrassment. 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, you know." Two dimples appeared on the girl's cheeks. What an ass he had never thought of dimples. “I suppose not,” she agreed, dropping her eyes. Got the lashes all right, decided Reg inald complacently. “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 later on.” “I mean you are Reginald Vernham, aren’t you?” 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 me." 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 COLORING MEERSCHAUMS 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 employ about of • in the most By smoking 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 to 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 Sffot. “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 iatV ho 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 country. —- - 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. (From Buddha.) 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. TRUE HAPPINESS. (From Seneca.) 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- selt 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 table. "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!” “But really—•” "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. 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