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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 4.
A Week With Bookmakers And Magazine Writers
c BOOKS REVIEWED
“The War-Time Journal of a Georgia
Girl,” by Eliza Frances Andrews.
New York. D. Appleton and Com
pany. Price $1.50.
There is always a great deal of in
terest attached to anything that has
to do with >he part played by the
women of the Confederacy in the great
struggle of the sixties, even when
that part meant only staying at home
and keeping together the family while
the long days were spent In anxious
waiting for news from the front; but
none of the journals of the period
contains so much calculated to hold
the absorbed attention of the people
of Georgia as this diary of Miss An
drews of Washington, Georgia, in
which constant reference is made not
only to Augusta but to any number
of people well known here. The fact
that the journal was never intended
for publication and that in it the
writer expresses her opinion with the
most untrammeled freedom gives it
a piquant charm that would be total
ly lacking if there had been any of
that self-consciousness that comes
with the knowledge that the whole
reading public is to be taken into con
fidence. In her introduction Miss An
drews says she has not in the least
altered the text as it was originally
written, not even to correct certain
statements, except in a foot-note, that
she had aferwards found to be erro
neous. Most of the journals that af
terwards see the light of publicity
have been previously edited to such
an extent that their genuineness be
comes artificiality. It is because this
Journal has not been changed that it
has so great a value, because it shows
us frankly and plainly as nothing else
has ever done exactly how the well
bred. well-born women of Georgia re
garded the war and what it brought
in its wake.
That in spite of her natural South
ern sympathies the mental attitude
that would make her inclined to ap
prove of everything that had to do
with the Confederate side of things,
she saw there over thirteen thousand
was not afraid to express her opinion
regarding anything. For instance, in
speaking of passing the military pris
on at Andersonville, the horrors of
which have so often been dwelt upon
by Northern writers, she says that
she sa wthere over thirteen thousand
graves. She writes:
"It is a dreadful record. I shudder
ed as I passed the place on the cars,
with its tall gibbet full of horrible
suggestiveness before the gate, and
its seething mass of humanity inside,
like a swarm of blue flies crawling
over a grave. It is said that the
prisoners have organized their own
eode r of laws among themselves and
have established courts of justice be
fore which they try offenders, and
that they sometimes condemn one of
their number to death. It is horrible
to think of, but what can we poor
Confederates do? The Yankees won’t
exchange prisoners, and our own sol
diers in the field don't fare much
better than these poor creatures. Ev
erybody is sorry for them, and would
n't keep them here a day if the gov
ernment at Washington didn't force
them on us. General Sherman told
Mr. Cuyler that he did not Intend o
leave so much as a blade of grass in
southwest Georgia, and Dr. Janes told
eiater that he (Sherman) said ho
would be obliged to send a formidable
raid here in order to satisfy the clam
ors of his army, though he himself,
the flend Sherman, dreaded it on ac
count of the horrors that would be
committed. What Sherman dreads
must Indeed be fearful. They—his
soldiers—have sworn that they will
spare neither man, woman nor child
in all southwest Georgia. It is only
a question of time, I suppose, when all
this will be done. It begins to look
as if the Yankees can do whatever
they please and go wherever they
wish—except to heaven; I do fervent
ly pray the good Lord will give us
rest from them there.”
Naturally, she had no love for any
of those whom she had every right
to regard aa her bitterest foes, and
she is constantly referring to them
in something of this style:
"A Yankee came this morning be
fore breakfast," she says, ‘and toon
one of father's mules out of the
plough. He showed an order from
Marse' Abraham, and said he would
bring the mule back; but, of course,
we never expect to see It again. 1 '
peeped through the blinds, and such
a looking creature, I thought, would
he quite capable of burning Colum-i
bia Captain Schaeffer seems to bo j
a more respectable sort of a person'
than some of the officers. He not
only will not descend to associate
with negroes himself, but tries to:
keep bis men from doing U, and when
runaways come to town, he either
has them thrashed and sent back
home, or put to work on the streets j
and made to earn thetr rations. The
•righteous Lot,' too, to do him Jus
tlce, does try to restrain their lnso I
lence on the streets, but mammy.;
who hears all the negro news, saysl
he went to their balls and danced
with the black wenches; and yet J
these ‘oonquerlng heroes' have the !
face to complain because they are
not admitted to our homes—as It
we would stoop to share thetr alien j
tlons with our negro maids, even If j
there was not a yawning gulf ol
blood between us and them Peo
ple are so outraged at the Indecent
behavior going on In our midst that
many good Christians have absented
tbenvYlvee from the communion ta
hie bJtiause they sey they don t fee
fit lo go there while such bitter ha
tred as they fee; towards the Yan
keen has a place in their hearts The!
Jfe'bodistt have a revival meeting I
going on, and last night one of our
soldier boys went up to be prayed
tor, and a Yankee went up right after
and knelt at his side. The Reb was
so overcome by his emotions that he
didn't know a Yankee was kneeling
beside him till Mr. Morman alluded
to it in his prayer, when he spoke ot
the ‘lamb and the lion' lying down
together. But the congregation, don' l
seem to have been greatly edified
by the spectacle. Some of the boys
who were there told me they were
only sorry to see a good Cont'edera ■
going to heaven in such bad com
pany. It Is dreadfql to hate anybod;,
so, and I do try sometimes to gm
these wicked feelings out of m.v
heart, but as I begin to feel a lit
tle like a Christian, I hear of some
new piece of rascality the Yankees
have done that rouses me up to white
heat again.”
But there has been any amount of
bitterness and loudly expressed de
nunciation from writers who have
viewed the struggle from both stand
points, and the diary of our Georgia
girl is valuable far more for the inti
mate glimpses she gives of the home
and social life of the time than it is
for what may generally be termed a
description of the political attitude.
"I suffered a great disappointment
today. Mrs. Stokes Walton a
big dinner—everybody in the neigh
borhood. almost everybody in the
county that is anybody was invited.
I expected to wear that beautiful new
dress that ran the blockade and I
have so few opportunities of showing
All my preparations were made, even
the bows of ribon pinned on my un
dersleeves, but I was awakened at
daylight by the pattering of rain on
the roof, and knew that the fun was
up for me. It was out, of the ques
tion from one just up from an attack
of measles to risk a ride bf twelve
miles in such a pouring rain, so I had
to content myself to stay at home with
the two old ladies and he oditted with
disquisitions on the Apostolic Succes
sion and Baptism by Immersion. They
are both good enough to be trans
lated, and I can't see why the dear
little souls should be so disturbed
about each other's belief. Once, when
Mrs. Meals left the room for some
purpose. Mrs. Sims whispered to me
confidentially: ‘There is so little gen
tility among these dissenters—that i 3
one reason why I hate to sec her
among them.’ I could .hardly keep
from laughing out. but that is what
a good deal of our religious differ
ences amount to. I confess lo a
strong prejudice myself, in favor of
the old church in wjilch 1 was
brought up; still [ doa't think there
ought to be any distinction of classes
or races in religon. We all have too
little 'gentility' in the sight of God
for that. I only wish I stood as well
in the recording angel's book as many
a poor negro that I know.”
Especially edifying are some of the
comments on the fashions of the day,
many of which are illustrated wltu_i
productions of the photographs of
some of the belles of the sixties,
among whieh is found a picture of
the beautiful Miss Effle Stovall, of
Augusta. Other pictures that enrich
the book show a number of interest-1
Ing view of famous homes of the war 1
period.
Peter a Novel of Which He Is Not the
Hero by F. Hopkinson-Smith, New
York, Charles Scribner’s Sons. Price
$1.50.
If this writer of the most delightful
tales conceivable has ever written
l anything one half so good as "Peter”
it has never been my good fortune
ito read It. Mr. Hopkinson-Smith has
| cultivated to an extent not attalnable
by any other of our present day
writers the art of creating characters
that actually live and breathe and
have their being in a manner as con
vincing ns that of the man we meet
on the corner or the woman whose
afternoon teas we attend. In Peter
he has given us such a personage as
ought to, and doubtless will be Im
mortalized, such a personage as one
might reasonably expect to be in
troduced to through the medium of
the pen that portrayed "Coioner Car
ter's Christmas" and yet “Colonel Car
prising In many of his most praise
worty attributes that the wonder
grows that any human mind eould be
so filled with beauty as to be able to
draw sueh a portrait. Hut Peter, lo
vable as he Is and delightfully human
and most enchantingly original as ho
Is has by no means the exclusive
right to the reader's interest. The
author of his being has told us that
he Is not the hero of the novel and
this hero most pleansantly presents
himself in peraon of a young man with
Ideals who proceeds to attain to them
und- r the guidance of wise old Peter
and the inspiration of a girl who is
just exactly the kind of girl of which
one expect Jack and his mentor to
most approve.
Mr Hopkinson-Smith. as all the
world knows, do< s things wit h his
hands as well as with his brush and
a pen, and his knowledge of things
mechanical pertaining to his profos
sion as a builder of light-houses
stands him In good stead In his rela
tion of the business difficulties be
setting his hero just as his genius as
a painter helps him to color the en
vironments ol his characters In sueh
a manner as to make the stage-setting
almost as attention-compelling as the
drama itself.
But perhaps 'or nothing Is this ,at
est book from a novelist who has al
ways made the world brighter Ini
every way because of his living and
working In it so admirable as for the !
optimistic spirit that pervade,, it*
every page, aud a spirit that displays)
Itself In the altogether pleasing, yet
throughly logical manner in which the,
desirable Is brought shout In ihe!
wearing of the threads of the plot and
that Is more tangibly expressed in !
inch paragraphs as these
"Some pessimistic wiseacre has
said that all the dire and dreadful
things in life drop Out of a dear sky;
that it is the unexpected which is to
be feared and that the unknown
bridges are the ones In which dan
gers lurk and where calamity is to bo
feared.
"The optimistic Scribe bites his
derisive thumbs at such Ominous
prophecies. Once in a while some
rain does fall, and now and then a
roar of thunder, or sharp slash of
sleet will split the air during our
journeys through life, but the blue
is always above, and the clouds but
drifting ships that pass are gone, in
and through them all the warm,
cheery sun fights on for joyous light
and happy endings and almost al
ways wins.”
The Little Brown Jug at Kildare, by
Meredith Nicholson, Indianapolis.
The Bobbs-Merrill Company. Price,
$1.50.
There was a certain eccentric,
young millionaire- no. multi-million
aire—who wan simply bored to ex
tinction because he had nothing bet
ter to do than collect books on Cap
tain Kip and gentlemanny pirates and
to deplore it lime-light into which
he was throw- by his sister having
married a duke and his brother n
chorus girl. One day. while taking a
journey near Atlanta—our own At
lanta of Georgia—he snw a pretty
girl in a passing car, and he though!,
indeed he was almost certain, 'hat
the pretty girl winked at him. Im
mediately he became flrod with a de
sire to know who she was, an-1 ho
sets out In search of her. On the
quest, he finds sleep impossible in the
Pullman and so goes to the rear plat -
form of (lie car whore he is mistaken
for the governor of Nqrth Carolina
and Is handed a little brown jug. Cir
cumstances favor the continuance of
his performance in the asuumod role,
and he remains “His Excellency” for
some time to come. Then—but why
attempt lo retail further such a story
as requires the genius of a Nicholson
not only to conceive but to relate in
such a manner as to make it seem
the most delightfully exciting and ro
mantic story ever put on paper?
This weaver of surprising fantasies
has done some very clever things.
Meredith Nicholson, Ar
thor of The Little Brown
Jug at Kildare The House
of a Thousand Candles
etc.
some of them so clever that he has
hem thought worthy the attention of
more ihari one famous satirist In the
most dignified of our literary journals,
but "The Little Brown Jug” is the
most unique masterpiece he haa vet
aeeompllHhert. One has only to say
that the Governor of North Carolina
and the Governor of South Carolina
and their respective daughters p.ay
important parts In the comedy-drama,
and ihat moonshiners, Iho reporters
and militiamen fond of the gayest, ap
parel are among the supers to Im
mediately convince the most sceptical
that here is romance rare and racy.
FOR THE YOUNG PEOPLE.
The Aeneid for Boys and Girls, by
Reverend Alfred J. Church, New
York. The Macmillan Company.
Price, $1.50.
There never was a hoy or girl who
did not dote on the beautiful old
stories of mythology and tin- ancient
Greeks, even when they have had to
reach their magic and witchery
through the difficult introduction of
Homer and Virgil. When these
stories are told in easily comprehend
ed English prose, their charm is nat
ionally increased ten-fold and when
till;; English prose is of the style of
w r hieh Mr. Church Is a past master
then the enslavement of the Intellect
and the* Imagination become complete,
■Mr. Church a “The Iliad for rtovs end
Girls" and "‘The Odnssey for Eoys and
Girls” have won a tremendously large
audience, and “The Aeneld for Hoys
and Girls" Is a welcome addition to
the group without which no child.; 11
brury Is complete. Tbe Maomiilht,
company has bound the now vmunie
uniform with the others, and the
three books are with their d«ln!y
bindings, elear turn and beautifully
colored pictures from masterpieces
are wonderfully attractive In their
outward appearance sa well as In the
dear musie of their flowing Anglo
Raxon and the mystic spell of the sub
Ject matter of the text.
The Pinafore Picture Book, The Btory
of H. M. 9. Pinsfore, Told by Sir
W. 8. Gilbert and illustrated by
Alice B. Woodward. New York.
The Macmillan Company. Price
$2.00.
All of us who are a little bit older
than the children of today remember I
with what rapture we hailed the news'
that we were to he taken to the rnat-i
Ineo to see and hear tbe famous (ill-'
THE AUGUSTA HERALD
belt and Sullivan opera, ami all of us
who have children of our owu have
wished that they too might have the
pleasure of knowing “Pinafore” as we
have known It. In his delightfully
humorous introduction to the new
book of "Pinafore” Sir W. S. Gilbert
tolls us that ho too felt sorry for
these little "Pinaforeless" children
of ihe Twentieth Century, and how
since he could not compel the theater
managers to hasten that glad day
when this immortal composition will
he played at least once a fortnight in
every year he was doing the next best
thing by writing the story of the
whole thing and putting It into a
book that is made most beautiful with
such pictures as are never to be seen
in this perfect radiant charm even on
the -singe.
The book is proving perfectly irre
sistiblc, not only to the children who
do not know the opera, but who want
to, but to the men and women who
Kemember it and who are delighted
with this new version of what they
have always thought beyond Compare.
That It is a new version one will im
mediately recognize after a perusal
of the first paragraph, for there are
also manner of little humorous
touches that the famous writer of the
opera had no opportunity to introduce
into the stage version. St 11V the main
thread of the story is exactly that
with which some of us are so familiar.
All the characters of the opera ure
there, including Captain Corcoran,
with his barytone voice, and beauti
ful daughter Josephine, beloved of
Ralph Rackstraw; "Little Buttercup,"
the bum-boat woman, and Sir Joseph,
the eccentric First Lord of the Ad
miralty, who, when an office boy,
WITH OCTOBER MAGAZINES
What’s in McClure’s.
A feature of peculiar Interest In
McClure's Magazine for October, fol
lowing as It does Professor Hugo
Munsterbergs article on "Prohibition
and Social Psychology," Is a paper
by Dr. Henry Smith Williams on
"Alcohol and the Individual" Dr.
Williams declares that experiments
have shown that the effect of alco
hol i,s everywhere depressive, that It
is a mimetic, not a stimulant, and
that its use even In moderated quan
tities reduces mail’s working effi
ciency ten per cent. General Ku
ropalkin continues hts secret history
of the Russo-Japanese war, deolarlng
that the superior moral loroe of th i
Japanese was responsible for the de
feat of the Russians; Burton J. Hen
drick writes of the battle against
the famous Sherman anti-trust law.
the measure that for eighteen years
has successfully withstood the ni
lack of combinations of both capital
and labor; and Ellen Terry tells of
the great actor, who, when asked
what he had got. out of life, said'
"Well, a good cigar, a good gluss of
wine, good friends."
Robert Fulton in Francs.
Several interesting and valuable
personal letters enter Into the sketch
of “Robert Fulton In France” In (he
October Century, one of which offers
indisputable proof that Fulton was
llie first to suggest Ure Erie canal.
The story of Fulton's experiments
with the first submarine torpedo boat
1b told In theso letters and additional
text by his great-granddaughter,
Alice Crary Sutcliffe, who calls al
tentlon to the fact that those who
have criticized his aim of securing
"a lasting peace" by means of a des
tractive agent, the torpedo boat, a
weapon designed to cause wholesale I
rule and devastation, should romem i
ber that ho was animated by the
hope that ao powerful an Instrument j
In the bands of a rightcoua nation!
would ultimately put an end to an
warfare on the seas.
The October American Magazina.
The October American Magazine Is
full of "meaty” reading Professor
Thomas, of Chicago University, be
gins his series of articles on women
NOTES cAND COMMENT.
Ouida’s Last Novel.
| The Macmillan company announces
that "Hellantbus,” tho long nwaited
novel by Oulda, which was first prom
ised some years ugo. Is to he publish
ed next month. Nearly all of the
story had been put in typo before the
author’s death, arid I lie proofs had
been corrected by her.
"The Virgin in Judgment.”
i Eden I'hlllpgtts’ now novel of Llart
i moor, which Moffat, Yard & Co. will
publish next month. Is Just out in
England, where It ia scoring a marked
success. The London critics pro.
I nounco it epual to his beat; several,
Indeed, di-.Wftre that it marks Ills high
i tide of accomplishment. It appeals
I especially to Hrltisb reviewers for Its
artistry and Its humor. The title Is
! "The Virgin In Judgment.”
The Fatal Triangle.
Will N. Harben, one of the very few
Southern writers who have made New
York their permanent home, has re
turned to the city after a summer's
absence In time to review the page
proofs of a new novel. The story is
said to reflect sonic Interesting phases
of the very prevalent ailment, Intel
marled love. In other words, It draws
the fatal trlungle, and draws It with
a dash of nude reailsm. Mr. Har
ben's book will appear under the Hat
per Imprint In th*- latter part of Hep- 1
: ternber.
Author Seeks a Gold Mine.
Mr, Everett McNeil, author of "The
Hoy Forty-Niners," Just announced by
the McClure company, Is Ihe "real
thing,” to use a slang phrase, and few
men could be better Qualified to write
of the "Golden flays of ’19,” Talking
about gold, Mr. McNeil started last
July on a little gold hunting gxpedl-i
•ton of his own. Me is now in the
UurUv Mountains wish a sdvan-i
Conducted
BY ELLA B. ARGO
polished up the handles of the big
! front door" and did It "so carefullee
jihat now he is the ruler of the
I Queen's navee."
i There are fifteen colored plates In
I the book and drawings in the text
j with extracts from the music of Sir
I Arthur Sullivan.
The Pinafore Picture Book is simi
lar to the beautiful "Peter Pan Pie
lure Book of last season, for which
the holiday orders were so large that
the publishers could not moei the de
mand. It is not likely that tills sea
son will bring a more charming book
to place In the hands of the children
than this new version of Iho groat
classic of English comic opera.
Mr. Wind and Madam Rain, by Paul
de Mussett, New York. Harpers
Young Peoples Series. Price, 60
cents.
This enchanting tale from old Bre
ton folk lore made immortal by the
genius of one of the greatest of Hie
French writers has been translated
with permission of the author by
Emily Makepiece, who has preserved
in the English (exi very much of the
spirit and tlv style of the original
The story is one that cannot fait to
charm every child and indeed its
quaintness and uniqueness hold much
that, is pleasing to a grown person.
The chief characters are a miller and
his wife and son, and the personified
wind and rain both of whom befriend
the family with magical gifts and
eventually cause the son to be knigld
ed and to marry a Imiens daughter.
The original and almost startlingly
"different" illustrations are by Chus.
Bennett,
In his first article, which Is entitled
"The Adventitious Character of Wo
man." ho discusses woman as an or
nament, woman us man's equal, man
the master, how women infatuates
nmn, the use ot finery lo attract the
other aex, how woman makes a fool
of a man, the adventuress, Ibo mo
rals of the unattachsd woman, Hie
girl who must earn her own living,
and other lively topics. The next
article In this series, it is announced,
will be on "The Psychology of Wo
man's Dress."
The Strand.
In the St l aud Magazine for Octo
ber, Winston Spencer Churchill's nai
ratlve entitled "My African Journey"
describes Ills expedillou from the
Victoria to the Albert Nyanzu In
his "RenilnlHcences and Reflections,"
Sir John Hare, the eminent English
actor, describes sonic highly inter
eating and amusing experiences dur
ing an American lour; of particular
interest to all who take pliusute in
the beautifying of their homes w
an article describing and Illustrat
ing "English Homes mid Gardens;"
ihe color section contains a number
of full page duotonc photographs of
"The World's Most Beaut Ifni Wo
men;" Harry Furnlss, Ihe famous
caricaturist, writes about anil Illus
trates "The Comic Hide or Crime;”
Camille Flammarlou, the eminent
French astronomer, contributes a
wonderful article entitled "Worlds;
The Dust of the Infinite." in which In
takes ns with him through the Im
mensity of celestial space.
Lipplncott’s.
What comes pretty close lo being
Ihe best short story of the month Is
"The Schoolmother,” by Owen Oliver,
111 the October Llppineott's. It Ik
the simply told tale of an English
school-boy, bill II Ims a gripping
qualify seldom found In latter-day
fiction. Other good stories in tm
issue me "The Angel at Happy Hoi
low,” by Luellen Casa Tutors; "The
Lone Huntsman," by Joseph Al;
sheler; "Cupid and a Call," by Edith
Morgan Willett; and "The Pin-head,"
by Caroline Lockhart. The novelette
Is "A Jewel of the Heas,” by Jessie
Kaufman.
iturous companions In search of a
mine which h*' knowß exists "some
where” in the Rockies. “For several
years,” Hays Mr. McNeil, "two men
used to disappear regularly every
spring, vanishing somewhere In the
Colorudo Rocky Mountains and conn
back in the fall apparently loaded
will) gold dust. At any rule the old
town u: e,| t„ be painted the proverbial
color all winter by these two young
prospectors.” Now the gold seekers
have disappeared no one knows
where; they no longer luke their an
nttal trip to the mountains, but Mr
McNeil bus struck their trail aud he
believes he. Is on a fair way to dls
covering the deserted mini)
Hr. Richard Burton, Professor of '
English literature at the University
of Minnesota, author and lecturer, I
not a prolific writer, but It so happen ;
tha he has been preparing for hi;
publishers during the past year tbr -e
book* of a varied character, a boo!-
of essays, (l „ew book of verse, and
a book of Action. To write a at.or
for book publication Is a depart nr
for Itr. Burton, but those who hav.
read the manuscript of "Time „f „
Kind," as Hie book Is calM, predict
Mm 1, will bring him added literary
fame Three of a Kind" Is Just
the story of a nuislofao. a newsboy
end a cocker spaniel, but it p, /h i
sesses that “heart Interest” In which |
humor and pathos Is mingled Dm
fug Dr Burton's busy years ns llte
ran editor, lecturer and professor In ;
English, lie has found time lA write
several books of poems and esse
Including Dumb In June,” "Messag,
and Melody- A Book of Verse,” ”[,n
erary Lenders of America, also n Ilf,
of Whittier, and "Rahah,” a poetic
drama "Three of a Kind” will l„
published September 261 h, by Little
Brown k, Gomnuny, Boston.
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Black and Galvanized Corrugated Iron, Tar and Roaln Sliad Build
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Estimate* cheerfully furnished on Tin Roofing, Gutters, Eto-, Gel
vanlzed Iron cornices, and skylight*.
DAVID SLUSKY,
1009 BROAD STREET.
RRip Ls Had and Buff, Dry Preyed
** 1 and Common Building
LARGE STOCK. PROMPT SHIPMENT.
(itkirgid-Gdrolina brick Company
Howard H. Stafford, President.
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