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HEAR ST'S SUNDAY AMERICAN, ATLANTA, OA.. SUNDAY, MAY 1013. 5 E Fate of Tallulah Falls To Be Decided This Week Will the Daring $5,000,000 Power Project Go for Naught? Court to Rule on Riparian Rights to Beautiful Turbulent River. Will the greatest and most daring development project In the South, which has been worked out at a cost of close to to,000,000, all go for naught? The question probably will be de cided this week, when Monday, in the court of Rabun County, will be called the case of the State of Georgia vs. tile Georgiu Railway und Power Com pany of Atlanta, entailing the owner- *•**1 Falls, and the right of the company to convert to its own use the water of the beautiful and turbulent Tallulah River. The story of the suit is simple. The Georgia Railway and Power Company contends that when It purchased, three years ago, the property sur rounding Tallulah Falls, it secured t tie to the gorge of the river and the riparian rights of the stream. Bitter ly opposing the corporation is a fac tion of conservationists, headed by Mrs. ttelen Dortch Longstreet, widow of the famous Confederate general who declare that the gorge never was ceded by the State, and that the per sons selling the property to the power company did not themselves possess title to it. Tunnel May Be Worthless. If the conservationists win the $*uit and if the title to the gorge is vested In the State, then the gigantic engi neering feat which the power com pany has put through will be useless. A 14-toot tunnel, more than a mile and a quarter in length, which has been bored through solid rock to skirt the famous cataract, will be as worth- less as a mole trail. A dam higher than the structure whow collapse de stroyed Austin, Pa., wil] be a wall with no more function than an aban doned barn. And the entire project of the ambitious pow. r company will be defeated. Purchasing the land about Tallulah Falls, the Georgia Railway and Power ( ompany three years ago announced Its intention to exploit the water of the mountain stream to develop 90,000 horsepower of energy. "To furnish power to industries in I^orth Georgia, and to decrease the cost of manufacturing from 30 to 70 per cent.” was announced as its pur pose. Forthwith it proceeded to work toward this development. Several thousand feet above the rails a great dam was built, 380 feet across the river gorge and’ 115 feet nigh. The dam is one of the most considerable on the American con tinent. Several thousand feet below the falls a power house was built, with a tremendous capacity. Rock Had To Be Conquered. Rut as great as the two structures are. they are insignificant in com parison with the task that they in volved. To connect the two, a tun nel was conceived, 6,663 feet in length, sloping down through the mountain! through the most unyielding and impervious of rock. The concep tion itself was gigantic, the work even more so. The tunnel has an inlet jupt above the dam. It has a cross sectional area of 151 square feet. The head of wa ter on the tunnel is 31 feet. At the lower end of the tunnel, which has a uniform drop of two feet in 1,000 feet, a large surge basin was quarried in the opposite side of the inlet tunnel, and connected with six steel penstocks at a point about half way down the side of the gorge. By means of this dam and tunnel a 600-foot head of water is obtained at the power house a mile and a quarter below. The diameter of the penstock, or steel tubes, is five feet each, and their length 1,075 feet. Bv means of the tunnel, a portion of the water in the stream is di verted and will run, an underground river, around the waterfalls. The con servationists declare that the beau ty of the falls will be destroyed. In answer to this plaint, the power com pany makes the showing that only about one-third the natural volume of the stream will flow through the tunnel, and thus the falls will not be ruined as a scenic feature. Beauty Unhurt, It Is Said. The power company also will pre sent in its defense that the beauty of the gorge, while necessarily changed by the addition of the dam and the power house, will not be marred. The power company already has established its transmission lines, two in number, with steel towers. The towers are of 70-foot height, and on the copper wire of the lines the power will be brought to Atlanta, a distance of 87.5 miles, at a pressure of 110,000 volts. Dines are also being built to many other neighboring towns, and it is expected to have a large connected load by the time the development is completed. A storage dam, 700 feet long and 97 feet high, has been built at a point seven miles above the intake dam, and provides a storage of 1,250,000,000 cubic feet. All this work has been laid by the Georgia Railway and Power Com pany with a confidence that its title to the property will be sustained by the courts. The tight against the power company will be made on the ground that the original State survey of 1818 and 1819, which marked the land belonging respectively to Rabun and Habersham Counties, did not es tablish the center of the stream as the county boundary, but the edge of the gorge on the Habersham County side. Gorge Not Ceded, They Say. The gorge of the stream, according to Mrs. Longstreet and the conserva tionists, was never ceded by the State to any county, but remained the prop erty of the State government, and therefore transactions subsequent to the 1818 survey, by which the gorge area has changed hands, were illegal and to no purpose. Thus is sought to wrest from the power company the land on which it serenely has built Its developing agents. The power company, however, is sanguine of victory, claiming that a surveying party sent out by Hoke Smith, when he was Governor, and a later party sent out by Governor Brown, both returned the verdict that the Georgia Railway and Power Com pany was within its rights. The suit against the power company was brought by Attorney General Fel der. at the instance of the State Leg islature. Mrs. Longstreet, failing to enlist the executives in her fight, took the issue to the State Senate in the 1912 session. The appeal of the con servationists for a suit to oust the power company was indorsed by the company itcelf, desirous of freeing its title of the cloud. Another Fight Promised. If the State wins the fight in the courts, the conservationists have de clared. another fight will be made be fore the Legislature this summer, when, they foresee, the development company will endeavor to purchase the rights of the stream from the State. This, too, they will fight. Last year when agitation first began to prevent the intrusion of modern industrialism into the scenes of Geor gia’s greatest natural beauty, Mrs. Minnie Moore, or Rabun County, and Mrs. Longstreet were the leaders. Mrs. Moore sought to restrain the company from stretching its lines on her lands, and Mrs. Longstreet attacked the company from every conceivable WOMAN SUFFRAGE IN QOME of these days, perhaps, the women of the South will be given the right of suffrage, and will exercise that right freely and generally. Some of these days, perhaps—yes! But. in all human probability, not soon. There are many advocates of woman suffrage in Dixie. They are right thinking and earnest thinking people, who see much in woman suffrage that commends itself to them, and they unhesi tatingly stump it with their ap- I roval, as a theoretical proposi tion, anyway. They are neither so foolish nor yet so hidebound that they refuse to admit the possibility of seeing through a millstone with a hole in it; and by the same token, they grant the possible good effect of woman’s participation in the vot ing, at least in certain circum stances. The South will be the last sec tion of the nation, nevertheless, to grant suffrage to its women, be cause, in the South’s old-fashioned and maybe misguided way, it has not become convinced that to grant woman the right of suffrage would not make her less womanly. # Woman’s Rights in Georgia. That’s the sum and substance of Southern lukewarmness to woman suffrage—the fear of a depreciat ing effect upon woman herself. The time long has pasesd when the advocate of "woman’s rights” is laughed at and sneered to shamed silence, either in this section or any other. Women have many rights in the South to-day that They do not enjoy in some other localities. Georgia, for instance, absolutely exempts a wife’s prop erty from levy and sale for her hus band’s debts, and denies to her the right in any way to make her prop erty subject thereto. Not only is she protected amply against her husband’s misfortunes in a business way, but she Is quite as amply pro tected against herself and her pre sumably wifely inclination to help, neither wisely nor well, as she likely would be tempted to do, in ordinary financial crises in the home. When the time comes that the women of the South really ask for the ballot—when the time arrives that they sincerely believe the right rf suffrage necessary and essen tial to their welfare and the safe ly cf the State and the protection of their own firesides—then, for the asking, the right of suffrage will be conferred upon them. It Is going to be a long, long time, however, before the women of the South come to feel that way about suffrage. Woman stands more uniquely a thing apart from ordinary business life in the South, perhaps, than anywhere else in the nation. Women on High Pedestal. For some reason or other, the men of the South have elected to place their women on a very high pedestaT—in a way, the menfolks down Dixieway are foolishly fond of their womenfolks, their mothers, their daughters, their wives, their sisters, their cousins and their aunts. There is something more in that much-abused term, "Southern chiv alry," than many people imagine! In the South the women largely are of native stock. Their fathers, their grandfathers and their great grandfathers were Southern men before them. And those fathers, and grandfathers, and great-grand fathers always have lifted their hats in a feminine presence, largely am plified their courtesy in response to feminine demands and desires, and “my deared” and “certainlied” and "to-be-sured” so continuously in conversation with their mothers, and grandmothers, and great grandmothers that—well, the wom en of the South naturally expect a very great deal of the men by way of gentleness and peculiarly re spectful consideration. And they would be astonished beyond meas ure if they failed to receive all of that and more! It may be said of the men of the South that they constantly have “spoiled” the women dreadfully and that the time now has arrived when the "spoiling" should cease. They Revel in Spoiling. Still, when one stops to consider how long the women of Dixie have been "spoiled” by the men thereof and how truly and surely thev have fairly reveled in the “spoiling” — how'they have “just loved it.” may hap—one readily may see how cer tainly woman down this way will incline to go slow in inaugurating any movement likely to upset that ancient and approved order of things. Being wise In tneir generation, the women of the South know that the men delight to think of them Picturesque Tallulah Falls and Mrs. Helen Dortch Longstreet, who in leading a fight against the Georgia Railway and Power Company, which, she says, will destroy the scenic beauty of this wonderful river. The large falls and one of tin* smaller are shown. point, alleging violation of the anti trust law among a dozen other things. All the attempts* of the leaders so far have been unsuccessful in stopping the work of the power company. Most of the improvements are established. Cliff House, the big. airy hotel, once surrounded by primeval woods, now peers down upon the great stone wail that is the South’s largest dam. At Lodge station is a consider able lake, where once the tangled thread of the Tallulah twisted slen derly. Peaceful Valley, through which the little river flows on its last lap to the Savannah and to the sea, is now alive with the w’hir that comes with the construction and operation of a giant power house. Old Wagon Road Raised. The old wagon road in the gorge has been raised to a higher level, where the water which will be backed up behind the dam will cover its old site. The bridge of the Southern Railroad, which will be covered when the dam is in operation, was replaced by a new steel bridge, built by. the Georgia Railway and Power Company. Bitterly opposing all these Improve ments, has been the work of the Tal lulah Falls Conservation Association, of which Mrs. Longstreet is president. Mrs. Longstreet hus become a mili tant in the fight against the develop ment company, sparing no strength of phrase in the public cards which she has issued in appeals to Georgia peo ple to permit not the work of the power company at the falls. "One of the greatest scenic wonders of the world—an heirloom which has come down to us from the immemorial ages—is in the clutches of the water power trust,” she declared in one card, “which would rob the Western world of a great handiwork of the Almighty. To-day the first natural asset of this republic, which is the Tallulah Falls, has been seized and is being commercialized by a band of pirates and vandals in violation of the laws of both God and man." Mrs. Longstreet asserts that she has’ spent $12,000 in the fight to thwart th power company from erecting its structures near Tallulah Falls, making that declaration several days ago be fore a committee of the United States Senate. DIXIE- -By James B. Nevin and to contemplate them in their roles of wife, mother, sister, daugh ter, sweetheart and friend. More over, In their hearts is a suspicion that they would not appear in a role one-half so engaging marching in political parades, participating in hotly contested conventions and pri maries, and elbowing their ways to the ballot box. Now, all of this may seem a bit mushy and foolishly reactionary— or something—to the women of some other sections than the South, but in the South it accurately sets forth the average point of view. If the right of suffrage is to make women one whit less womanly, to make her even SEEM one whit less womanly, In the eyes of the men of the South, then it is as certain as anything can be that the Southern women will never ask for it. And unless they DO ask for it, it will not be extended to them, for to un dertake to make a voter of a South ern woman, without her knowledge and consent—foolish and funny old "Southern chivalry” would balk at that, surely! The Case of Florida. I imagine that these more or less general views upon the question of woman’s suffrage In the South will be read with some impatience in certain quarters, and that I will be looked upon by this and that wise person as rather Impossible and dif ficult in outlining an argument— and yet I know so well that what I say will meet the approval of a va!st majority of Southern men and women that I shall rest content to be viewed with alarm here and there. “But,” says someone, determined to dispute, regardless of my . dog matic opinions, “there is Florida— a few days’ ago a woman’s suffrage bill came very near passing the House of Representatives there.” "Indeed.” continues Doubting Thomas, "the vote in the House stood 38 to 26—a change of 7 votes would have passed the bill!" D. Thomas is right, too! That very thing did happen in Florida, and I think that when woman’s suffrage does come to stay in Dixie it likely will locate it" entering wedge in the Land of Mowers. But consider this: Florida, of all the Southern Statrs is? made up the most, in its white population, of non-native citizens, and particu larly has s more recent addi ions come from the Central North. These immigrants have come into Florida convinced of the righteousness and immediate necessity of woman’s suffrage everywhere—and maybe they are right—but they have come with the point of view far removed from Southern trend Just now, nev ertheless. As Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi and Tennessee lower the heavy lead of.their native-born population over their foreign-born, if any or all should do that, then will the cause of woman’s suffrage grow, perhaps, for that out-of-the-State increase, coming from the North, the West, and the Middle States, already in clines most favorably to woman’s right to vote. South May Yet Like It. Once it adopted woman’s suffrage, it is possible that the South might be pleased with itself for accepting the innovation. Time was when the South was held to be an agricul tural section, pure and simple, and the pioneer manufacturers were looked upon more or less* askance, and set down In various philoso phies as well-meaning, but amus ingly misguided persons. The man who built the first cot ton mill in Dixie was rate.d a ven turesome fool, destined rapidly to be separated from his coin. As a matter of fact, after twenty years, he still is here, and others of his ilk are as thick about him as honeysuckles in the Southern woods of April! Undoubtedly there are many weighty arguments in favor of ex tending the right of suffrage to women. It may be that the argu ments in favor of It far outweigh those against it. So far. however. Southern women have found them selves only superficially interested in it, and there is no observable symptom of a forthcoming epidemic of enthusiasm in its behalf in this vicinity. Neither the women nor the men of the South have given the subject more than parsing thought, and a serious campaign of education, if one elect to call It that, in respect of woman’s suffrage looms not on the horizon of Southern political endeavor nowadays. Mavbe the idea is a delusion and a snare that the extension of the suf frage to woman would make woman less womanly maybe it is a mere obnessicn—but until it is removed, both from the male and female mind l;i the Sout : the cause of woman's . ■ffrnge Is e eg to make little, if any, headway here. Grave Tales in Flower Tongue -By ANN TEEK- On St. Simons Island, at Frederika. there Is a little old-fashioned ceme- tary, half hidden under the moss-hung trees, and folded away in the kindly shadows of oleander and magnolia. Ancient spiders have woven their webs across the open doors of neg lected tombs, and were it not for the bright flowers that bloom about, there would be a weird desolation there. The old schoolmaster, who taught the colonist children to read and write, sent over to Georgia and the Carolinas, by the board, from London, in 1734, lies under the low, flat four legged slab where he has slept for more than a century and a half. Some of the men who died at Fort Ann, some who gave their live9 on Bloody Marsh, and many a youth and uiaiden whose romance was dreamed under the patriarchal trees down beside the Altamaha, are likewise buried there. You can close your eyes, and in fancy hear the familiar notes of the bag-pipe. You can hear the voice of John Wesley preaching to the red men under the gigantic oak that still bears his messages to the world, and perhaps you might hear the phantom whisper of his one colorful but tem pestuous love affair that was partly enacted at Old Frederika. But back to the grave yard! I wandered there one summer morning noting the abundance of palm and hy drangea. Remembering the field of white poppies, that resembled a flock of irresponsible butterflies through which I had passed, when my eyes fell upon a grave upon which gleamed a small crimson flower that was like a glowing star. Its five red petals lay flat upon the earth, destitute of blade or leaf, and so beautiful was it that I covered the strange flower. The stem of the blossom was scarcely perceptible above the ground. I closed my fingers about it, and be gan gently to pull. Inch by inch it grew under pressure. A foot, two, three, and maybe four, It came Into view', waxen, succulent, quivering. At last It broke, and with a sudden thrill began twisting about my wrist and arm. It clung like a wraith—like a transparent snake, until I was almost afraid. Trembling W’ith passion, quivering with life, from the very heart of the dead it had come with its nerves and scarlet lips for the star-flower had grown exactly over the place where the heart of the long gone dead had beat. • • • Another flower story has come io me this week. Over a year and a half ago, a young man and maiden well known In society, were married. The romance was as sweet as a .romance could be. The young wife was very fair and very fragile, and when the little baby came she began to fade away like a wraith. After a time she died, and the baby lived. The young husband, knowing that the little mother had loved pink roses very much, planted one at the head of the grave. During the weeks that fol lowed. never a bud or blossom un fold* •<'. until Mothers’ Day. *..d then : the little rose bush put out all its shower of fragrant flowers, and one by one dropped their petals on the narrow mound, until It was covered as with a rosy mantle. * • • Orth Stein, artist-writer, once sent to an Atlanta woman, who had rend ered him a trivial service when he was ill, a splendid Easter Lily. Twelve perfect blossoms were opened upon the slender stalk. In time the plant died, and was thrown away 1n the garden. Next spring the woman walking among her flower beds, dis covered that the bulb had reached out and taken root in the kindly soil. For days the little sheaf of green strug gled on towards the light, and finally put forth a bud. A well-known news paper reporter made a pretty story of the Illy, and a woman seeing It in print wrote an appreciation of its effort to live, comparing the plant with her own life. Well, the woman to whom Orth Stein had sent the lily, had it carried to the woman who proved to be one of the unfortunate, and whose last look on earth was fixed upon the bright little blossom. * * • On the point of St. Simons Island one finds a gigantic magnolia tree. In days primeval, an oak tree stood where the magnolia stands. From the heart of the oak, was taken a beam that went into the building of the old ship, Constitution, and then— the three gradually wasted away un til a hollow stump was all that re mained. In time a migratory bird, feeding its young, perhaps in the stump, dropped the seed of a mag nolia, and taking root it grew, and grew, until its lovely leaves spread out in the sunshine, and its Gary- mead cups were offered to the birds and butterflies, filled with nectar. And there it stands to-day a fragrant mes sage from the past. • *• * A well-known Daughter of the Con federacy tells the story of how one of the soldiers of her family came home to die during the war with the States. After he died his uniform was laid away as one of the sacred treasures of the family. Nearly half a cen tury passed and the uniform was taken from its place of security. In the pocket was found a peach seed. This seed was planted and it grew. Since then it has flowered and borne fruit. • * * I am here reminded of the theft of a research party who were making In vestigations in Egypt several years ago. When the tomb of an Egyp tian Princess was opened, a small fil igree vessel eontalning corn grains was found on the breast of the' mum my; Filching a few grams of the corn the Egyptologist brought them back to his home in this country, and gave several grains to a friend of his in Kentucky. The corn sprouted, grew, and bore ears of corn. These were distributed among the friends of the planter and in a short time there were thousands of stalks of corn, grown from the few grains that had Iain for many hundreds of years in the grave of a Princess of the Nile. By ROSWELL FIELD A MAKESHIFT MARRIAGE. M rs. baillib-reynolds is the author of certain con ventional and not very highly colored romances, a woman of rep utable -standing In English literary circles. She Is reminiscent of those amiable ladies of letters who preface every chapter with a nice little quo tation from Browning, Tenhyson, the Rossettis and Jean Ingelow, with an occasional dab at Maeterlinck, Austin Dobson und William Watson. This pastime we may describe as an Inter mezzo, a literary relaxation, some thing to lift the mind above the sor did details of the contemporaneous novel. Among Mrs. BallHe-Reynolds’ late contributions to letters Is "A Make shift Marriage," published by Hodiler & stonghton. The scene Is laid In the suburbs of London, and involves certain worthy, middle-class people. Oliver Brendon, a young magazine editor, has given his faith to a fluffy little girl, Vivian Faulkner, who has rewarded him by throwing him over and accepting the affections of a vis iting American millionaire. In revenge for this slight, tha wrathy Oliver proposes to and mar ries a young stenographer, Miss As- trid—whatever It may have been. As- trld, unfortunately, loved him, which complicated matters, inasmuch as from the start he behaved like the cad he was. Vivian repents of her engagement to the American and seeks to renew her affair with Oliver, who too late sees that with less haste he might have won back hie sweetheart. The res t of the story is taken up with the efforts of all parties to straighten their tangled affairs. The American suspects both his wife and Oliver, and resorts to various unworthy deeds to wreak vengeance on Oliver. Astrld has learned to despise her husband, In spite of her contradictory fondness, and Oliver begins to appre ciate the pearl he has thrown away. All heroines in conventional novels are pearls, and are at one time or an other thrown away. At the end the American repents rf hts acts toward the noble young Eng lishman, spirits his wife. Vivian, from the danger zone, and leaves Oliver and Astrld to begin life anew under more favorable auspices. While there is nothing very thrill ing in this narrative of the unhappi ness which pursues faithless man and trusting "typists,” as they cal! them In England, let us admit that for lack of anything more stimulating tho story w111 prove eminently satisfac tory to the readers who never weary of the contradictions of the human heart. Spite marriages are not infrequent as the bases of sentimental stories, and many desirable lessons may be leurned from the folly of defrauding a trusting woman to punish a silly and faithless one. Mrs. Baillie-Rey- nolds does not like America o* Americans, and In common with ca rtons other authors and authoregge® of British birth and family does r.ct hesitate to administer such reproving slaps as may ease her feeling and establish her principles. While It is manifest that Rallton acted in a manner not at all worthy of a high-minded American gentle man, he was the veritable soul of chivalry In comparison with the cad dish Oliver, who followed his selfish instints and purposes to the limit un til he saw what a silly little fool had tilted him and what a paragon of spirit and Intelligence he had mar- rled. Thus we go along In this reading world, picking up whatever may come to hand, and making the beet of the gifts the publishers provide. The reason for Mrs. Baillle-Reynolds' pop ularity seems to be evident. By EDWIN MARKHAM THE OLD LAW AND THE NEW ORDER In a little book called "The Old Law and the New Order,” issued by Houghton-Mifflin, of Boston, we find a study by George W. Alger of present day conditions. Discussing the courts, Mr. Alger makes some Interesting points: "Twenty-five or fifty years ago there were time-honored phrases which were applied by lawyers with more or less approval to the Amer ican Judiciary The courts were the 'Palladium of our liberties,' the 'Guardians of the Ark of the Cove nant.’ “To-day the public attitude has largely changed. These phrases are no longer current. The people are dissatisfied with the guardians of the ark, and in some quarters there is dissatisfaction with the ark Itself. The popular magazines are full of arti cles upon Judicial aggression, judi cial oligarchies, and the lubrications of Ingenious laymen, who, uncon strained by any embarrassment through knowledge of law or of the functions or powers of the judiciary, cheerfully lay at the doors of the courts all the ills of our body politic. The Legislatures and constitution al conventions arc debating proposals for the recall of judges, and the bar associations are adding to the gen eral confusion by sweepingly de nouncing, as demagogic attacks upon the courts, all proposals of change except certain excellent though tardy measures of procedure reform ema nating from themselves. The plat form of one political party advocates a simplification of the method of im peachment. Between indiscriminate attack and unreasoning defense tho courts suffer both from their enemies and, if possible, still more from their friends, while sober-minded citizens are left without light or leading. “What is the fundamental thing which has aroused this tumult of con flicting charges, this spirit of bitter ness, these recriminations and at tacks? At bottom, the difficulty will be found to be a change in the atti tude of the people, not toward the courts themselves, but toward law- making bodies and the desire to re adjust In an essential particular con stitutional power as betw*een the courts and the law-making bodies by the only feasible method which our complicated system affords—direct application of public opinion. "The attempt to analyze the pro cess of this change would be difficult, ami no broad generalization can bo made which would not appear In some quarters to be glaringly Inaccurate. For one matter, there has been in our country In recent years a decided growth in actual democracy. Despite occasional f ashes of its ancient power, government by political oligarchies (boss rule) is losing ground. For an other matter, we have passed Indus trially from individualism to collec tivism, and our law has not yet adapt ed itself to the transition.” By H. EFFA WEBSTER HER DIVINE RIGHT. It isn’t "Her Right Divine” for a married woman to fall in love with "the other man,” and then deliber ately agree with the “soul mate” in n liaison—according to all ethics of ordinary decency. A novel by Oliver Kent, that carries the quoted cap tion. flagrantly attempts to demon strate the negative of our assertion. Many men and women may agree with this author, but the large ma jority of both sexes, endowed with less elastic moral princ iples and with considerably more self-respect, are ready to declare that whenever a book of the brand of this “Her Right Di vine” is published and circulated, lit erature is vitiated to a certain de gree—even if the novel is so subtly !;mguaged that it comes into the cur rent of literature in any way. Daphne, the heroine of the story, is weak and silly enough in her mar riage to make it no surprise when she falls in the position of “affinity” to “the other man,” who is on the edge of becoming husband of another woman because he owes her his name, a frivolous woman, as unfaithful to herself as to all her lovers. This little ripple of honesty seems incongruous in Hilary’s (Hilary’ is the “other man”) moral texture, since he is so abominably immoral later—and continuously. However, Hilary’s evil and the corresponding evil of Daphne are made "divine” in the book—the sordid materialism glorified because this pair find their happiness in “in dependent” conscience. Subsequent events and relationships of both men and women reveal a shocking status of "society" around and in Brentford, a far-West town. The G. W. Dillingham Company pub lishes this novel.