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IT is the desire for the almighty dol
lar that is ruining literature. The
publishers will tell you that the
non-appearance of good literature is
the fault of the reading world, just as
dramatic managers will Inform you
that the reason so many poor plays are
put on is because the public demands
them. This is just mere sophistry.
When a man makes a success with a
novel, it may be after years of effort
with less worthy offerings. At last he
arrives and his publisher clamors for
something else from his pen to satisfy
the sudden demand created by his suc
cess. Either he writes some poor
trash at high pressure or else takes
down from the shelf something that
has gone the rounds of publishers.
Many a publisher will put out at such a
time a book that he refused and se
verely condemned when it was offered
him before. His greed for gain, his
desire to make money out of the favor
ite of the moment, is greater than his
love for art or his respect for good lit
erature. Thus it is that so many
writers, dramatists and artists seem to
deteriorate just after a great success.
This is not the fault of the public, but
of those publishers who cannot resist
the temptation to make money even at
the sacrifice of their better judgment.
The temptation to the successful au
thor is even greater. It is only the
truly great man who will refuse to
publish less than his best merely to
take advantage of the vogue of the
moment. Publishers will tell us that of
all business that of the making and
selling of books is the most uncertain
and hazardous. Every new boQk is a
gamble; it may fail and it may suc
ceed, and only Providence knows how
it will be received. It is certain, how
ever, that hopeless as is the dramatic
situation, it is no worse in point of un
worthy offerings than the literary mar
ket. Oceans of trashy books are born
every week, and not one in ten lives
three years. When one speaks to a
publisher of this condition of affairs
he will retort that hundreds of manu
scripts are refused weekly, and it is
only the best that is weeded out and
given a chance. This does not help the
matter much, and knowing what ap
pears, the critic wonders what sort of
stufE it is that is refused. The great
trouble is that nowadays everybody
writes^ Those who have failed at
everything else under the sun do not
seem to consider literature beyond
them. Some day there will be a monu
ment raised to a man who did not
write a book. Nothing is considered
necessary as equipment for these mod
ern writers but plenty of good white
paper and an acquiescent publisher.
So there does not seem to be much
hope for American literature just at
Mr. Thomas W. Lawson, yachtsman,
millionaire and man of the world, be
gins in the July Everybody's Maga
zine "The Story of Amalgamat
ed Copper." He says in the fore
word, that in aa simple and di
rect fashion as he ia capable of, he
will tell what he knows of the system,
the "process or device for the incuba
tion of wealth from the people's sav
ings in the banks, trusts and insur
ance companies and the public funds.
Through its workings during the last
twenty years there has grown up in
this country a set of colossal corpora
tions in which unmeasured success
and continued Immunity from punish
ment have bred an insolent disregard
of law, of common morality and of
public and private right, together with
a grim determination to hold on to, at
all hazards, the great possessions they
have gulped or captured." This series
of articles; which have been widely ad
vertised, are evidently considered a
card by the editors and undoubtedly
they will attract great attention. Mr.
Lawson's motive in telling this story,
Is, he says, to let the public know of
his own share in what he calls a great
fraud, and to show his hatred of a
system into which he was, all unknow
Everybody's Magazine is very enter
prising. It begins in the July number
a new story by Hall Came, entitled
"The Prodigal Son," which is said to
be much the best thing he has ever
done. The first nine chapters of the
story are printed in the present in
stallment and their perusal will con
vince the reader that this judgment is
correct. The scenes of the story are
laid in Iceland. Following out Hall
Caine's usual method of naming his
books, this one should be called "The
Duchess of Few Clothes —By Philip Payne.
Rand. McNally & Co. For sale by St.
Paul Book and Stationery company.
Philip Payne will add but little to his
prestige by this singular story. It
concerns the life of a very large and
supposedly fashionable hotel in Chi
cago, built by a newly rich man whose
intense egotism and love of the money
that has made him, is unreal and far
fetched. Indeed, there is very little
about the bpok that rings true. It is
mainly the life and romance of the
young woman who sells cigars in the
rotunda of the hotel and who longs for
"high life" and envies the proprietor's
daughter. The masculine characters
are as unreal as the women and as
one reads one wonders whether there
were ever such people as Mr. Payne
describes. It is almost incredible that
the man who wrote "The Mills of
Man." a story of much merit, could
also be guilty of this absurd trash.
Its proper setting would be the Fire
side Companion. The book is poorly
written, marred by fantastic, coined
words, such as "pushful," which i&
used over and over again, and of all
sorts of ineiegancies and inaccuracies.
The girl who sells tobacco finally is
married by one of the preposterous
men whom the writer has conjured
from the depths of his imagination.
The book has no merit of any kind.
My LII Angelo—By Anna Teaman Con
diet. D. Appleton & Co. For sale by
St. Paul Book and Stationery com
A simple little tale is this, but one
with a big moral and much significance.
Li'l Angelo was the three-year-old son
of a French mother and Italian father,
and when the former was left a penni
less widow in Boston, she took Angelo
and tramped through New England
selling fancy work. They were very
pathetic figures, this girl-mother and
the beautiful baby boy, but they failed
to touch the hard heart of Mrs. Clock
ett. who, as the story says, was still an
"old maid," although she was a married
woman with two little children. Angelo
and his mother asked shelter at the
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well-to-do Clockett farm house during
a storm and Mrs. Clockett, with many
misgivings, allowed them to sleep in
her guest room. The poor mother,
knowing that she had not long to live
and that consumption was stealing her
life away, got up in the night, leaving
LIT Angrelo with a note to Mrs. Clock
ett pinned to his little dress, asking
her to be a mother to him. Mrs.
Clockett is full of the most virtuous
indignation when she finds that "the
dago child" has been foisted upon her,
and she writes at once to the home
for friendless children and asks them
to take him. In the meantime Angelo
is making things lively and calling for
his "mudder." It is a week before Mrs.
Clockett can hear from the home and
during that time Angelo walked into
the heart of Mrs. Clockett and the little
Clocketts to such an extent that they
decided to keep him always. Angelo
was a very real boy—he was no sooner
out of one terrible piece of mischief
than into another, but he made Mrs.
Clockett over into a woman and a
mother. The point of this pretty story
is the value of love and of human af
The Castaway—By Hallie .Erminie Rlvea.
The Bobbs-MerriU company, Indianapo
lis. For sale by St. Paul Book and
In this the kinswoman of the author
of "The Quick or the Dead" has sup
plied not only a romance of surpass
ing interest, handsomely illustrated in
colors, but helped the unheeding multi
tude to a truer and juster estimate of
Lord Byron's character than the long
popular impression permitted. Under
his real name, George Gordon, the poet
is the hero of Miss Rives' story. In the
main events and many of tha minor in
cidents the narrative is historically ac
curate. "A king, a cad and a castaway,"
who Byron said had been ruined in
a year, were Napoleon, Beau Brummel
and himself. These three men were
linked in comparison if not in associa
tion. For a time Byron filled and
dominated the world of letters as com
pletely as Napoleon filled and domi
nated the world of action, and for three
years enjoyed a vogue in London so
ciety that largely eclipsed the rule of
even the immortal Beau. With the
novelist's license Miss Rives has, on oc
casion, exaggerated the merits of the
noble rhymester, but her work has the
effect of emphasizing some leading
points In Byron's makeup and career
that can no longer be doubted. One is
that only by a miracle, it would seem,
could Byron have been much better or
different than he was, morally or tem
peramentally, In the face of his evil
heredity and painful childhood environ
ment. * His friend Samuel Rogers ex
pressed the thought charitably In
"For who among us all,
Tried as thou wert, and with thy soul of
Could say he had not erred as much, and
Another striking fact brought homo
in "The Castaway" is that Countess
Guiccioli was the good angel of Byron.
Her relations with him, to be sure,
were not sanctioned by the canons of
propriety, but her Influence certainly
rescued nis better nature from the
morass of Venetian debauchery which
had so long obscured it and helped re
store it to the higher spiritual plane
necessary to that noble climax—the sac
rifice of his life to the sacred cause of
human liberty. Miss Rives' treatment of
her subject, always fervid and sympa
thetic, is marred by occasional touches
of crudeness and suggests the thought
that she might have studied Byron
more patiently with profit. Further
more, in quoting from "Childe Harold"
to illustrate the pathetically beautiful
soul relations between Byron and his
daughter Ada, much more illuminating
lines might have been culled. But such
shortcomings count for little in the
scale as against the worth of the story
as a whole. If for nothing else, Miss
Rives is entitled to credit for having
assisted in the task, begun by others,
of exploding the worst slanders that
for ninety years have been busy with
the memory of him whom ao many re
gard the greatest of British poeta after
Shakespeare and Milton,
Fleeting Fancies—By William F. Kfrk.
Richard G. Badger, Boston. For sale by
St. Paul Book and Stationery com
Three years ago Mr. Kirk, Minnesota
THE ST. PAUL GLOBE. SUNDAY. JUNE 26. 1904
born, was a stenographer in a leading
hardware house of St. Paul, contribut
ing occasional rhymes to the local pa
pers. Some eighteen months later, in
Milwaukee, he became a boe In the vast
hive of daily journalism. Today, at the
age of twenty-seven, he stands con
cededly at the very head of American
press humorists. Bits of his playful
verse are to be found every day in the
exchanges as well as in magazines and
leading weeklies. Kirk has struck a
new vein and is appreciated. His work
is marked not only by fresh, robust
thought, but by the up-to-dateness of
the keen newspaper man. Humor is as
much a part of his nature as is the
breath he draws. Added to this is an
undeniable literary finish that nearly
all he writes reveals, in spite of the
slang with which it abounds. But this
very slang, given the piquant setting
which the muse of Kirk Is never at a
loss to supply, accounts in large meas
ure for the popularity of his lines. The
American public is flippant, be it re
membered, and the more flippant the
skit the better it is liked and the more
pronounced the Hit. But "Fleeting
Fancies" bears on many a page grains
of precious truth amid the chaff of fun.
Not only does its frivolity amuse, but
its satire awakens and convinces while
it cuts. This is notably true of "The
Song of the Hammer." Describing a
sewing society, it parodies Hood:
Knock, knock, knock.
None whom they know is spared;
Knock, knock, knock.
How their neighbors* faults are aired!
The absent members, too.
Come in for their share of abuse.
While these worthy dames, with much
Sew shirta for the heathen's use.
"The Umpire's Rubaiyat," which
should appeal mightily to every "fan,"
A Book of Rules, a frown upon my brow,
An Indicator, a good Eye, and thou
Beside me. shrieking ""Lobster, thou
Oh this, methinks, were agony enow.
"As a Rule" tells of man's proneness
to start the day with good resolutions,
only to weaken most miserably long
before sunset, and concludes thus
As a rule,
In this great terrestrial school.
Lessons taught by aches and sorrow
Must be learned again tomorrow.
Learned tomorrw, will they stay
Mastered in the future? Nay!
Preachers say, with solemn zest,
Man is but a child, at best;
My comparison ig flat—
Man, methinks. is worse than that;
He ia just a plain damphool—
As a rule.
But Kirk does not always wear the
cap and bells. Now and then he steps
outside the role of jester, and generally
with credit. He is capable of sounding
the deeper things in human feeling
and experience. Witness the opening
stanza of "Ballade of a Magdalen:"
Some bars there be. that the felons
Bars in the dungeon dark and gray;
Easy to rattle and hard to break.
Grim and unyielding guardians they.
Till the ages bid them to be the prey
Of the Worm that turneth all things to
Bars of the world, that block my way—
These are the bars tkat will never rust!
"On the Rods" pictures a tragedy—
the killing of a tramp stealing a ride
under the sleeping car. "The Norsk
Nightingale," a subdivision of the book,
comprises eleven poems in Scandina
vian dialect. This is a distinct crea
tion In Western literature —as new and
novel as "The Bigelow Papers," or al
most any other innovation that could
be mentioned. "Little Steena Yohnson"
is a representative jingle of this class,
with its —
Some day yu skol be my vlfe,
Little Steena Yohnson;
Ay ban glad, yu bet yure life.
Little Steena Yohnson.
Ay ban york lak nigg-er, tv,
Yumping 'round vith treshing crew—
Ay skol building home for yu,
Little Steena Yohnson.
Cosmo Hamilton is the author of "A
Sense of Humor," the novelette which
opens the July number of the Smart
Set. The story is a delightful comedy,
written with admirable art, and will be
refreshing to read on a summer day.
An article by Sir Gilbert Parker, M.
P.,with the striking title, "Edward VII.,
Ambassador," will attract wide atten
tion. The short fiction in this issue of
the Smart Set strikes various chords.
There is an ingenious burglar story
called "Reclamation Work," by Barry
Pain; a fascinating tale of a thief, in
an entirely different vein, "Capable
Mrs. Crolius," by Elizabeth Duer; a
humorous newspaper story, "Denis
Read's Coup d'Etat," by Seumas Mac-
Manus; and a really powerful story by
Julian Hawthorne, entitled "The Roy
stone Bank Case." Besides these nota
ble tales there are others by Kathryn
Jarboe, John Harwood Bacon, Stephen
French Whitman. Agnes Russell
Weekea, Dorothy Canfield and James
The most sensational feature any
American magazine has captured in
years is Thomas W. Lawson's "Fren
zied Finance, the Story of Amalgamat
ed Copper," which begins in the July
issue of Everybody's Magazine. Mr.
Lawson was one of the organizers of
that gigantic corporation, and he
knowa exactly what happened to the
millions that were lost through its
manipulation. This magazine has an
other feature of signal interest in the
new Hall Came serial, "The Prodigal
Son," which also begins in the July is
sue. In this story Hall Came returns
to the style of "The Manxman" and
"The Deemster," in which his real suc
cesses were scored; and, to judge from
the opening chapters, "The Prodigal
Son" promises to be as absorbingly in
teresting as its great predecessors.
Other contributions to this issue are
in keeping with these. There is a won
derfully clever summing up of the
character of Judge Parker by E. M.
Kingsbury; and E. G. Riggs, of the
New York Sun, the dean of all political
editors, writes of supreme moments at
the national conventions he has attend
ed in the course of his twenty-five
years of journalistic activity.
In consonance with the beauty of
the season the July number of Metro
politan Magazine appears in new and
exquisitely beautiful habiliments —an
entire new dress of type, a new make
up, new headpiece and tailpiece dec
orations and initials, a deeper and
broader text page, a more readable
and attractive arrangement of the let
ter press and a larger scheme of illus
tration throughout. Sixteen pages are
printed in two colors, a number of the
Illustrations being color facsimiles of
drawings and pastels by the late Rob
ert Blum. The July number contains
the first part of a new serial story, en
titled "The Princess Passes," by C. N.
and A. M. Williamson, the authors of
that very successful novel, "The light
ning Conductor." Like the latter hook,
this new story deals with "love, the
open road, humor, France, Spain, Italy
and—automobiles." A story of tender
sentiment and much dramatic Interest
is "The Heart of a Oelsha," by Colgate
Baker, with color illustrations by Rob
ert Blum. Most of these drawings
were done in Japan during the artist's
sojourn in that now extremely inter
Frank H. Spearman's latest railroad
story appears In the July Success.
Cupid and the telegraph wires play an
active part In the cleverly written
story, which has a youthful operator
for its heroine. Another interesting
feature of this issue of Success—and
one of timely interest —is an article by
George Weise, entitled "How the Czar
Earns His Living." The writer of the
article resided In St. Petersburg for
several years, and secured his infor
mation from private sources. Accom
panying the article is a poem, "My
Life," written by the czar himself, in
which he gives expression to the over
whelming melancholy that seems to
envelop him. "Farragut's. Letters to
Porter," some hitherto unpublished
letters of the great admiral to David
D. Porter, contributed by Richard B.
Porter, a near relative of the commo
dore, evince the beautiful friendship
and esteem that existed between the
foster-brothers. William Davenport
Hulbert always writes interesting ani
mal stories, and his newest, "A Moth
er in Michigan," is the pathetic story
of a bear and her nubs which should
soften the heart and stay the hand of
the most merciless hunter.
The Hon. Andrew D. White has al
ready printed In the Century some
chapters from the record of his diplo
matic life. A new series of articles by
him Is to begin In the July Century,
describing, first of all, "Russia In War
Time," reminiscences of Crimean days
fifty years ago, when Dr. White was a
young attache of the American legation
at St. Petersburg.
The frontispiece of the Booklovers
Magazine for July is a silver-point
drawing from life of President Roose
velt, by Carl J. Becker, of Philadelphia.
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GEORGE BARR McCUTCHEON
It Is an excellent likeness of the presi
dent in a characteristic pose.
Adventure and recreation are promi
nent notes of the exceedingly iimely
articles which appear In the July num
ber of the Booklovers Magazine.
As to timeliness, the articles by Dr.
William Powell Wilson on "The Philip
pines at St. Louis;" by W. C. Jameson
Reid on "The Forbidden Land"
(Tibet); by Harrison Morris on "A
Great German Portrait Painter" (Len
baah), and by H. D. Jones on 'Gods,
Gems and Mascots"—descriptive of the
life work of the late Maxwell Sommer
ville —are typical.
Mr. Reid's article on Tibet Is full of
the spirit of adventure, and has the
personal note that carries conviction;
while the account that Mr .Jones gives
of Prof. Maxwell Sommerville's life
quest of "gods, gems and mascots"
reads like a fairy tale. Mr. Bolce con
tributes to this section a characteristic
article on "The Dawn of a New Era in
China"—the fifth of his series on "The
About 3,000 Chicago school children
were recently required to write answers
to these questions: What books have
you read since school began last Sep
tember? Which one of these did you
like best? Louisa M. Alcott's Juvenile
classic, "Little Women," headed the
tabulated list of replies, and "Uncle
Tom's Cabin" was second.
This week the Macmillan company
publish the last of their Paper Novels
series—"The Crisis," by Mr. Winston
Churchill. These paper novels at 25
cents have had a tremendous popular
success in a distinctly dull season.
Next week the same publishers will is
sue Mr. Riis' life of "Theodore Roose
velt" in a paper-bound edition at the
Dodd, Mead & Co. have just issued
Maeterlinck's new book of essays, enti
tled "The Double Garden." It is uni
form with "The Treasure of the Hum
ble," "The Life of the Bee." etc. The
essays are all in a somewhat lighter
vein than those in his last book, and
should therefore appeal to a still larger
class of readers.
It contains the following essays:
"Our Friend, the Dog," "The Temple of
Chance," "In Praise of the Sword,"
"Death and the Crown," "Universal
Suffrage," "The Modern Drama," "The
Foretelling of the Future," "In an Au
tomobile," "News of Spring," "The
Wrath of the Bee," "Field Flowers,"
Flowers,** "Sincerity," "Portrait of a
Lady/* "The Leaf of Olive."
M. DE ST. PIERRE WAS
VERY FROSTY LOVER
INo Evidence of Warmth in the
Tender Letters of the Author
of "Paul and Vtrg»nia"
From a Staff Correspondent
LONDON, June 25. —Although every
body knows that Bernadin de St. Pierre
was far from an ideal ore
would have expected the author of
"Paul and Virginia" to make, at all
events, a sufficiently impassioned lov
er. And this even at fifty-six, when
he was courting hia twenty-year-old
fiancee, Fellcite, for that was only
half a doaen years after the publica
tion of his famous love story. But St.
Pierre's letters to his betrothed, which
have Just come to light In Paris, con
tain little of the stuff of which "Paul and
Virginia" was made. Their tone Is al
most as unlmpassioned as if the author
had been writing to the merest friend,
though it Is possible the fact that the
fair one was the daughter of St.
Pierre's- publisher had something to do
with this. "I lay aside an important
memoir,* 1 he began one epistle, con
descendingly, "in order to answer at
PASS IT ON.
Have you had a kindness shownf
Pass it on.
'Twas not given for you alone-
Past it on.
Let it travel down the years,
Let it wipe another's tears,
Till in heaven the deed appears—
Pass it on.
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once your kind letter," and !n abso
lutely none of hfs missives does the
author of one of the moat beautiful of
love stories really "let himself out."
He spends a lot of time, however, in
assuring hia lady love that the differ
ence in their ages really matters little.
"Socrates," he says, "was older than I
when he married a young woman, and
he had even two wives at one time,
after the custom of the country. Sen
eca married Pauline when he was
very old, and yet she was so much In
love with him that when he committed
suicide she did not wish to survive
him." And in another letter, St. Pierre
leaves off quoting Epictetus—of all
people—to exclaim, "Oh, what a won
derful book is Nature!"
He is material enough, too, fn his
many instructions to his fiancee as to
how she may merit more completely
his devotion. Excessive embonpoint is,
he tells her, distasteful to him, and he
asks her to avoid it by eating less!
Nor is her spelling what it might be.
"Kn grace," he says, she should write
in asking a favor, and not "en grasse."
Her costume also requires regulation.
Her "coeffure" caused people to turn
round to look at her and she should
not wear her brown hair without pow
der, together with red shoes and a yel
But then it always has been believed
that St. Pferre was more or less
"cracked." Both his son and his broth
er died mad. He began Me as an
artny officer on foreign service, but at
thfrty-ftve was kicked out of the serv
ice, and turned ttp in Paris without
a cent in his pockets. He had discov
ered by this time tkat he could write,
however, and the publication of two
works,-on "The Study of Nature" kept
him out of the poorhouse until, when
"Do Something for Somebody Quick"
President—Mrs. Cleone D. Bergren.
Vice President—Miss Lilian Kane.
Secretary—Miss Lilian Irene Roberts.
Treasurer—Miss Helen Gllkerson.
President —Mrs. L. C. Twombly.
Vice President—Mrs. W. C. RowelL
Secretary—Mrs. C. W. Jenne.
Treasurer—Mrs. E. Kneeland.
LINCOLN SCHOOL BRANCH.
President —Annie Davidson.
President—Miss Ella Baily.
Vice President —Miss Mary Day.
Secretary—Miss Opal Fay.
Treasurer—Miss Lillian Porcher.
Sacred Heart, Minn.
President—Miss Matilde Christenson.
Vice President—Miss Ella liagan.
Treasurer —Miss Olga Tuff.
Secretary—Miss Pearl O'Connor.
FOREST HEIGHTS BRANCH.
President—Miss Elizabeth Hamilton.
Vice President—Miss Olga Olson.
Treasurer—Miss Ruth Walker.
Secretary—Miss Blanch Mortimer.
GOLDEN OLOW BRANCH.
President—Miss Blanche Howe.
Vice President—Miss Hazel Garrett.
Secretary ard Treasurer—Miss Flossie
GOOD LUCK BRANCH.
St. Paul, Minn.
President—Miss Carrye Nippolt.
Treasurer—Miss Elinor Brown.
Secretary—Miss Edna Mills.
PEABODY SCHOOL BRANCH.
Vice President—John Achln.
Assistant Secretary—Ethel Peterson.
Director—Mrs. Katherine Powell Larson.
GRAHAM HALL BRANCH
President—Miss Elizabeth Martin, 223
Secretary—Miss Katherine McMillan.
Treasurer—Miss Harriet Barnes.
EASTER LILY BRANCH
President-^Miss Ruby Johnson.
Vice President—Miss Ella Dok^en.
Secretary—Miss Eva Spoor.
Treasurer—Miss Elsie Kassube.
A New Branch at High wood
We are happy to welcome another new
branch to the Minnesota division of the
International Sunshine society. The new
branch is at Highwood, and Is composed
of little girls, ten in number. The name
of this new branch Is the "Little Sunbeam
Branch." Mrs. Julia B. Hibbard, direct
ress; Ethel Swenson, secretary; May
Warwick, treasurer; Margaret Swin
borne, Martha Clute, Stella Clute. Eve
lyn Williams. Beatrice Hintermister,
Hazel Swenson, Frances Swenson, Doro
The Sunbeam branch was organized
May 2. 1904, and the special work they
have undertaken for the summer months
ia gathering flowers for the hospitals, the
Young Woman's Friendly association and
the Union Gospel Mission. They are
planning making scrap books for the lit
tle .crippled children, and we know all
they will do for the children will b« ap
preciated. We hope this new branch
will flourish and will Increase In mem
II all who hate would love us,
And all our loves were true.
The stars that swing above ua
Would brighten in the, blue.
If crael words were kisses.
And every ycowl a smife,
A better world than this is
Would hardly be worth while.
If purses would untlghten
To meet a brother's need.
The load we bear would lighten
Above the grave of greed.
If those who whine would whistle
And those who languish laugh,
The rose would rout the thistle,
The grain outrun the chaff.
If hearts were only Jolly,
If grieving were forgot,
And tears and melancholy
Were things that now are not.
Then love would kneel to duty.
And all the world would seem
A bridal bower of beauty,
A dream within a dream.
Take Heart Again
Take heart again, O brother mine, take
I know the bitter ebb of life's unresting
Hath broke by night thy anchor chains,
so true and tried,
And tossed thee, oh, so helpless, on the
Stand by the wheel, select a guiding star
Steer back again before you drift too far.
Take heart again, O brother mine, take
Perchance the currents strong have swept
thee far. and night
Is black; though bois'trous waves thy
very soul affright
Do not give up. Steer toward the crest—
the morning light
Will burst in splendor on the angry wave-
Thy nobler self within thee says, "Be
Take heart again. O brother mine, take
Remember there is One whose plans are
good and just;
And in some way. we know not how, they
Work good to all of them who keep un
Look up and see the threatening clouds
his years numbered half a century,
the book appeared that made him
world-famous and —it is said —browght
him offers of marriage from half the
maiden ladies of the great \«»rld of
Paris. It is said that the unfortunate
girl to whom he wrote his chilly "love
letters" he eventually beat. *
Hogarth's house at ChiswtcV In the
suburbs of London, has been opened to
the pubMc just in time to permit the
army of American vfsitors this year
to add another to the long list of lit
erary shrines in England that our
countrymen seldom miss visiting. Ho
garth, whose London house—destroyed
years ago—stood In Leicester square,
used the Chiswick cottage as a sum
mer home. Visitors will be able to
see his grave, too, which is In the cem
etery nearby. The opening to the pub
lic of the famous satirist's abode Is
due to the generosity of its owner,
Lieut. Col. Shipway, of Chiswick, who
also had the place, which had fallen
into decay, thoroughly restored. This
work was under the pc sonal supervi
sion of Frederick Peel, the distinguish
ed architect, and the greatest care was
taken to make the building look ex
actly as when Hogarth Hved in it. By
the way, in Ohiswiek, too. Americans
should remember, stands the original
of Mfss Ptnkerton's select school, in
"Vanity Fair,** which was attended by
Becky Sharp and Amelia Sedley.
There seems no chance, unluckily,
that the house In Wadsworth, another
suburb of London, where George Eliot
once lived, win be available soon as a
literary "shrine." It is about to be
marked, however, with a commemora
tive tablet statfng that the authoress
naade her home there during 1559 and
I860; This hoaate. "Holly Lodge," as it
is called, was vfsfted often by both
Herbert Sp&ncer and Cfoarles Dickens
Take heart again, O brother mine, tajhft
heart. —John L. Shroy.
The Brooklyn Daily Eagle rarely goes
to press without its "Sunny Side." Ts»
following is a sample of its "good cheer"
LIFE'S SUNNY SIDE
"There Is ane potent remedy for dis
pelling gloom and one that never falls to
effect a cure, no matter how long stand
ing the ailment, and that is simply for
getting our troubles and looking on th«
better, brighter gide o f things. That Is
the prescription as formulated by sunn?
aiders and a simple one it is, too. Ti»
manner of taking ok applying It is equally
simple. First look bright and try to feel
so. Raise your head as a man or wom
an should. Take a walk in the fresh air,
eschew those things that dull the spirits
or induce mental torpor of any kind Let
your lungs be filled with the fr*»Bh. purs
ozone that some of our weather produces:
look the whole world cheerfully In the
face, and If life has held anything dark
or gloomy your own nature will enable
you to dispel th* se clouds and your eyes
will brighten, your step grow more elas
tic and your face more youthful as you
see the pleasures and beauty of Ufa's
Sunshine Day at the Fair
Oct. 8 is sunshine day at the fair. Every
railroad running into St. Louis will har*
special excursion rates and we hope -to
have the largest crowd of cheeTy peopU
wearing the sunshine colors the world hjui
ever s»en. Great preparations are befog
made for a happy day. For particular*
write to Mrs. C. W. Trowbridge. 304T
Clark ayenue. St. Louis, Mo., state pr«
ldent of Missouri.
The Pine Tree branch, of Southern
Pines, has been formed. Miss E. I*.
Adams, president, for the purpose of Af
fording partial means for convalescent*
to go to Southern Pines, N. C, and gala
a return of health among the pines there.
A furnished house will be provided which
necessitates only living and fares for ths
person enjoying the privilege. This idea
isan excellent one and will be appreciat
ed by many a person in the years to come.
Address 29 Temple place, Boston, Mass.
Mrs. Gertrude Meggett, Massachusetts,
president. Miss Adams is a Massachusetts
member, and the Pine Tree branch la or
ganized in hoprs that many of the frail
members of that state can find renewed
health and strength in the pines of North
Waiting for You
Give a nod and a smile as you pass, dear
Keep a sunshiny look in your face
For there's someone will wait till yo«
For the joy of your youth and your grace.
Keep a heart full of tenderness beating;
Give a warm little clasp of your band
For there's one who will wait for /our
Throughout the fair breadth of the land.
JHSt a tear of sweet sympathy shed. dear.
win * »«pearl>l and and true.
Will uplift a sad heart from the shadow.
ror there s someone just waiting for
—Rosa Stine Allan.
The drying up of a single tear hrut
more honest fame than shedding seas of
A Sermon \n Song
Some of us seem never to learn
To take our troubles as they coma.
To meet each worry in its turn—
We look ahead and borrow some
Just when the rose is ruddiest
We grieve because it will not stay—
Our hands upon the thorns are pressed:
We make tomorrow of today
We trade the gold of one day's joy
For dross of doubt and discontent^
The fine gold we dull with alloy
Of baser metals, meanly blent.
And yet tomorrow never shows
A dawn so dark or noon so gray
As drawn by one whose borrowed woes
Have made tomorrow of today
The Bright Side
Looking on the bright side.—
That's the way to go:
Bet you it's the right aide-
Summer time or snow!
Nothln' much in grievin'—
Keeps you in the groove;
It's a man's believin'
Makes the mountains move.
Clouds is got a light side—
And the bellsll chime;
Lookin' on the bright side
Gits there every time!
One little ray of sunshine
To glisten in our path.
Will make the weary journey
Reduced by more than half.
A kindly word of welcome.
A greeting with a smile.
Will help a weary traveler
For many a cheerless mile.
Then you who dwell in Sunshine,
Don't keep it all within.
That which we have not done before
'Tis time we should begin.
There are shut-ins all around you.
Who love the sunlight sweet.
You have enough and some to spare.
Just brighten their retreat.
A call for standard books comes from
Miss Marye R. Shelve, corresponding sec
retary of Oconee Rural School Improve
ment association. Westminster. S. C.
Miss Shelve says there is a great demand
for reading in the rural districts of South
Carolina, and she could do a great work
in sending literature out if she had it to
send. Address Miss Shelve at Westmin
ster. Everybody send her at least one
Mrs. Delia Hinson. Longsville. S. C,
says th*t her little helpless daughter vrna
proud of her badge sent her at Christ
mas time from headquarters. Other pres
ents were sent to her from Sunshiners.
As yet she has only $6 toward the amount
she needs to purchase a wheel chair. She
would be pleased if any Sunshiner who
has a few back numbers of the Sunshine
Bulletin would pass them on to her.
and it was there that "The Mill on the
Floss" was written. In the garden
stands a tree planted by George kliot.
J. M. Barrie is not overfond of pre
siding at dinners, but his well known
enthusiasm over cricket would not per
mit him to refuse to occupy the chair
at the banquet given the other evening
to the team that was victorious at the
Antipodes. In the course of his brief
speech Mr. Barrie declared that cricket
was undoubtedly the most divine game
ever invented by man, and said he
thought the man who invented it did a
bigger thing than the man who write
"Hamlet." Indeed, the author went on.
it was not certain that the same had
not done both. He probably invented
the game during that year or two when
even Sidney Lee did not seem to know
what he was about.
Cuthbert Hadden. the biographer,
writing in the Fortnightly Review,
says he has heard many suggestions
that there should be a tax on novels in
order to check the ever-increasing
flood of romantic rubbish that pours
forth here as persistent!}' as !t seems to
in the United Stales. Air. Harden ex
presses the opinion, however, that an
imposition of this kind would be of no
service. "No fax," he asserts, "would
restrain a novelist who was assured of
the ultimate success of his own work.
As matters stand at present the pub
lisher may quote him a bill of $400 for
the production of a $1.50 novel. Sup
posing that $100 more were to be added
by way of a tax. would that prevent
the publication of the author's story?
Not a bit of It. The $500 would be paid
as cheerfully as the $100 by a writer
who expects to get it all back, aad
something more, when the merits of hts
novel have at last dawned upon a gen
erally undiseerning public."
—Hay den Church.