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TUE INDIANAPOLIS JOURNAL, SUNDAY, JULY G, 1902. PAKT TWO . ! runt in this cljss arc Miss l.lizaDem ierr, MI-s lithe 1 Smilh and Mis Hazel IV.ckus. AN IMI'UKTANT 1" CATC Ii K. A lir mere important thing, however, than tV- sa M.o ;ir.d costumo of an cques-tnrn-o i.-, a g' rl ri ling horro and the best of this cli.-s f h"r.-i conies from Ken tucky a:.. I southern ia-'.iana. In fact, any country that is hilly produces Rood saddle hordes. L there Is more ri ling in euch j.lio. than driving, and It i.- snid that it hi practice that maks th- i--rf-ct riding hor. A line mount, like hU mis tress, should ho kin. I. This is the tirt requisite. A vicious horse, even a sullen liorso, never makes a good saddler, for lie mu.-t always he watched. Surh a hors- . instead of joining Iiis mistress in the enjoy ment of the outing and in ileasant contam ination of the ride. Is keeping an ee and car open for trouble. He is carrying a h!p on his shoulder, and woe to the rider v. ho knork it of! at an unguarded mo ment. 13ut it is r.ot i-o with the well-bred l.r-rse. Enjoyment is one of his chif ehar octeristictf. and he would no more think of marring the pleasure of the ecra?ion by unseemly conduct than would his mistress. This trait is remarkably developed in the wonderful horse June, owned by iliss Joy Urown, of North Illinois street, who iz Ftill one of the adherents to the old style of ri-ling- side wise. The horse she rides Is a sorrel ahd displays its Intelligence in every line of its body. -It wears an air of good breetling as easily and gracefully as Its mistress does her habilt. The posture of the head, the prick of the ears, the sensi tive lines of the mouth, the Intelligent pleam of the eyes, all betoken understand ing and enjoyment as plainly as if ex pressed by a human. June is a beautiful horse and is direct from Kentucky. It has r.ever been entered in any contests and has only been owned by Mb3 Brown a short time, but will undoubtedly win many re vards for its owner if given the opportun ity. June knows all five of the Kentucky caddie gaits, besides a number of tricka tuen as shaking hands and doing what Is called "high school," which is a trick of stepping high and gracefully with the fore feet, similar to the march done by the fancy gaited horses in the circus. It is also le!ng taught to kneel while Miss Brown mounts and a number of other tricks which, when It has learned, will make it as v. ell versed in this line of work as any liorse in town. The valuo set on June by the owner Is enormous, for she claims that money is little temptation to her when her licrte is considered. The intelligence of riding horses Is often employed In the mastering of some grace- lul tricks performed at the will of tho Xider. In fact it Is becoming quite the thing now to have one's horse do fancy capers like the one the equestrienne in the circus ring has. The horse probably that Is the best drilled in these is the one owned ly Mrs. English. Horace "Wood imported ll -direct from Kentucky a year ago last J.Jay. Since that time he has taught it all the Kentucky saddle movements, besides the "high school." the "Spanish trot" and a number of other fancy' gaits. This horse also spent some time in the training quar ters of Gentry Brothers, whose - trainer taught it to kneel with its nose to the pi.le of the left foot when anyone wants to mount, to lie down when told and stay there until given the command to rise. It "will also march and step high when told and do all torts of little tricks such as T. alt zing and two-stepping. After Mr. Wood pohl the horte to Captain English he wa3 offered quite a large sum by the Kingling Ürotheri", who would have paid almost any j)rico for it. A strange thing with this liorte is anybody who knows the command to give can do so in an ordinary tone of Voiee and the horse responds at once. It vould have been an admirable horse for the clrcui rintf on account of its color, ,hich is a dairded gray. SELDOM THOROUGHBREDS. It may be stated here for the benefit of those who arc not well up on the subject of saddle horses that they are seldom thoroughbreds, which do not easily lend themselves to saddle habits and are rarely used. The reason for this is that the thor oughbred is too excitable and high-strung and is more for epeed than fancy or saddle traits. This class of horses in truth only knows two gaits the trot and lope. Occa sionally some thorough sportsman who un derstands horses perfectly succeeds In jjiaivuis a sausiaciuijf fcduuiej nurse out ot . . 1 - f . . ... n . . . : . . i I the thoroughbred, but it is verv rart. The Ideal saddler i3 the Kentucklan of mixed Ftrain. and next to him comes the horse Xrom southern Indiana. What makes the saddle horse is practice and perfect train ing in the start. It is often supposed that riding hordes are bred like trotters or run ners, but this is not true, because these two gaits are natural with the horse and the saddle gaits are not. This fact is brought cut very conclusively in Mrs. English's horse. It was sired by General Wilkes, a toted Kentucky trotting horse, that, as far us is known, never had a saddle on his xack. This colt, which was a trotter in every sense of the word, was broken for the saddle and has made an extraordinarily fine nding horse. An important thing with saddle horses is not to dock their tails, for If thi3 is done the beauty of the gaited horse is ruined. Tho docking of the tail al ways depreciates the beauty of the animal Ja the eyes of a good horseman, and he will never do it, but with those who adhere to etyles, of course, this is done all the time. The horse that trots under the saddle, and which is the stylish horse In New York wid through the East, is the only one that khould have his tail cut. With the horse that goes In the fancy gaits his tail, which 1 carried high and arched, falls in waves bs he either racks or canters along the street and makes his whole appearance tnore graceful. While the trotting, loping and walking fcorse is now stylish In the East and quite large sums are paid for him, he is not much of a favorite here. In fact, there is only one woman in town who rides a horse of this kind, and she is Mrs. Clinton Hare. The horsewomen of tnis city are more on the order of the Kentuckians, who still ad hure to the five saddle gaits, which are the fox trot, single foot, rack, canter and walk. In the fashionable centers it matters little whether or not a herso is a racker, and h irdly at all whether lie can execute the single foot. The day of the single-footer has passed away, to far as the people who ride fur show are concerned, and they are sow only ustd b old men and a few others w:io desire a slow, easy gait. The lope and tha trot the strenuous trot are the thing. 1 cause they are the gaits used in Kng- la 'id. But the ciuse of the Englishman's u.-lng this kind or a horse is that he has r.' other. .In fact, the American gaited h r?e is more thought of over there than tl dr own breed. Large numbers of saddle h rs. i are exported to Liverpool frm this c antry each year. This is also true of G rraany. Some years ago, when young l; jsch. who is a relative of the Uusch of bi.jwcry fame, and who is also a lieutenant In the Germany army, visited St. Louis he rle a gaited horse, the first one he had ever seen, and it mad1 such a strong im- I r sion on rum mai lie paia Jl.uoy tor a v ry ordinary one. COLOR FLAYS A PART. It Is curious how important a part color plays in tho selection of a saddle horse. I'K-haprt it is because of Mme old saying, p. rhap because of some fancied unsuita b!enet. prhapn because of no reason, but the gray saddle hore is unpopular unless U U aa exceptionally fine one. Gray Is an off-color in horseflesh among horsemen, yet it seems to cuit the fancy of the so ciety people. For it is now fashionable in driving a team, instead of having- them match as formerly, to have one a sorrel and the ether a gray. The bay horse is always In demand, and a bay of that pe culiar dark color known as the blood-bay is always a great favorite. These colors to the beginner are somewhat confusing, but to the practiced eye they are easily distinguishable. It is often said that if you driva a raddle horse to a bugry his gait will be ruined, but this la r.ot true. A well-trained saddle ho-se is like a man who learns to swim in his youth he never forgets it. The way the saddle horse is spoiled is in letting it be- ridden by mere than one person, If. thirty different people should ride a horse it will be found that there are no two who ride alike, and each one has his own meth ods of giving the signals to the horse for the changing- of his gait. By the time the horse is returned to the original rider it will have a mixed gait consisting of all the others. Sportsmen say that the saddle horse in this respect is like the hunting dog whose owner lends him to his friends who all have different methods of going over a field. By the time the first man gets the dog again it will be so confused that it won't know what to do. It is said that it is easier to break in a green horse than one that has lost It3 gait in this man ner. A true saddle horse does not even have to be kept in practice, for he can al ways easily fall Into the movements he learned rhcn he was a colt. Of course, it is no small thing to break a riding horse, for it requires a great amount of patience. The horse, though, in the first place must be intelligent, for the suc cess of his training largely lies in this. He must also be built not too long in the back and with legs and thighs shapely, but stout and strong. Trainers all use similar methods, so that the same signals can be given to all saddle horses and they will re spond by changing their gait. They must be broken so that they will not change unless told to, for this, ruins them. To make a horse trot the rider should throw himself well forward in the saddle and at the same time press lightly but firmly down on the horse's neck. For the horse to change into a canter the rider should wave his right hand slowly up and down so that it is visible to the horse, and draw the bridle rein slightly tighter than is used in the trot. To have him go in the single- foot rack the bridle rein should be drawn still tighter, the bit should be slightly shaken, and at the same time the horse should be touched with the left heel. All thorough horsemen know these rules and. therefore, have little trouble in riding a horse they never saw before. T1IC BENEFITS OF A FEST. It is the complaint of the curio collector occasionally made public that he is an noyed by a deluge of letters from all over the country asking- him to barter or sell, thus making his life miserable. There is another and pleasanter side to this woeful story. To the true collector of books, bric-a-brac, autographs, coins, stamps, or what not the perusal of lists and catalogues is a keen pleasure, second only to the joy of acquiring treasures for his collection. "When a collector's name becomes public property letters and catalogues from dealers in all kinds of literary and artistic Junk flow in upon him. Aside from the pleasant enlight enment of thus "spotting" junkshops from Maine to California, the collector often finds wares he would like to buy announced in these lists. Again, he may, perhaps, jocosely turn the tables on this eager world of curio dealers, and offer to Fell them sur plus wares of his own. The history of na tional taste in curio collections is Interest ingly set forth In curio catalogues and in the collector's morning or evening rnalL Faith-Cure Tal. New York Times. Dr. Herbert W. Spencer tells the follow ing story of his attempt to corner a Chris tian Scientist: "Every time we met this Scientist took occasion to scoff at medical Fcience and to dwell upon the wonders which could be performed through faith. 'You are con vinced that through faith you can do any thing? I said to him one day. " Yes,' he replied, 'faith will move moun tains.' "A week later he was in my office with a swollen Jaw due to a toothache. Who . .. . - . ... f you nere; i exclaimed, with icigncd aston lshment. " Oh. doctor,' he said. 'I have suffered agony all through the night. I simply can't stana tnis pain any longer. ''Have you tried faith?' I said to him. You know you told me the other day that faith could move mountains.' " 'But this is a cavity, doctor: this is a cavity.' Why She Makes Good Coffee. Philadelphia Telegraph. Bridget is an excellent cook; but. like most women of her profession, she is opin- lonatea ana insists upon making all her dishes strictly according to her own re ceipts. Her mistress gives her very full swing, not only as to cooking, but as to the purchase of supplies. The other day her mistress said to her: "Bridget, the coffee you are giving us is very good. What kind is it?" "It s no kind at all, mum," said Bridget: it's a mixter." "How do you mix it?" "I make it one-quarter Mocha, and one- quarter Java and one-quarter Rio." "But that s only three-quarters. What do you put in for the other quarter?" I put In no other quarter at all. mum. That's where so many sphiles the coffee. mum by putting in a fourth quarter." AVliere Foar-Lenf Clover Clrovn. I know a place where the sun Is like gold. And the cherry blooms burst with snow. And down underneath is the love.lest nvxk Where the four-leaf clovers grow. One leaf la for hope, and one Is for faith. And one is for love, you know; And God put another one in for luck If you search you will find where they grow. But you must have hope, and you muit have faith. Tou must love and ht stron: and so. If you work, if you wait, you will rind the place W here the four-lear clovers grow. Ella Hlgginson. POLITICAL I NFLUENCE. Mike lld ye see th Judge about letten my on off easy? Political JJoss Yls. I knowod th Judge Wtil an' I threw all av my influence for ye. Mike And what about th' punishment for me son? PuilUcAl Boas Ils't only to git sixteen yeaii. THREE OF ßBs &ßf VM&t : i?Mv &py. )r . :0m - .. mm V- - .,-. - . wr v. ,4 '.: 11 ;: f fe-v S.ir . -- SF-? V; f .-,- a " -v - J,.v f rm K ;:v - 'V:. - , ' - ? liL, - ; l,-- r f s V" ' f "t ' .C IN THE LITERARY FIELD WAY IX WHICH GREAT HISTORIC JVOVELISTS DID THEIR WORK. Mr. Mabie Say People Should Read What Ther Like-George Ellot'a Men and Stevenson's Women. They threw themselves upon history with a healthy appetite, Dumas and Scott with no other idea than of finding a good story there, Hugo with a very different idea; and they all told their story as they saw it, in the best language and with the best embellishments at their command, says the London Saturday Review in an article on the historic novels. It need hardly be added that their stories were nearly all embel lishment. That, indeed, helps to prove our point. Immediately after them came Thackeray. Now, "Esmond" is a very great novel, but it will never hold the boy's mind as "Monte Cristo" does. We see the modern serious novelist coming along. The history is far too exact; we often feel that Thackeray is thinking less of hU story than of the reported facts of history. There are parts of "ilsmond" which we can read and reread with intense pleasure, but thos are precisely the parts where he lets his history go hang. When he gives us his ac count of the battle of Fontenoy, he makes us feel that we are not boys, but men. We turn to Dumas, or Scott, or even Hugo, and we read and know that we are boys, and enjoy ourselves enormously. Whether the thing is true or not Is a matter that does not concern us. The story is all in all. The historic novel need possess only one quality, but it must have that one; it must be a story. Those early fellows did It, as we have said, without self-consciousness; they seized their material with avid ity and put it to such uses as they pleased, the uses being those of the storyteller. All the later men have tried to combine tht two things: to tell a story and to write history or, rather, to rewrite history. Even Stevenson, who was a born storyteller, makes one feel as, for example. In "Kid naped" that he is writing with Green's "Short History" in front of him. That dis tinguished novelist. Mr. Hall Caine. in whose works one finds nothing to offend the taste of the most vulvar, makes one feel that he is writing with Baedeker in front of him. It is a curious fact that there is not such a thing as a great historic novel. In drama history has been used for great, tremendous purposes. No one can deny greatness to Shakspeare's "Henry IV." Uut no sooner does an historic novel get on the way to being great than it be comes dull. It must be amusing or it is nothing. The fact is. if we want to take history seriously, to be interested in it, to get the true thrill and tragedy of it, we must go to those who have seriously studied it, who understand it, who can make us understand and feel it. The sheer btorymaker also must have taken history seriously, must have seriously studied it, must have been interested in it; but his ultimate object i3 quite different from the historian's. He does not want to tell the truth; he wants, as we have said, to tell a story. He wants adventure, action, ro mance, the color and glory of active life lived in the bright sunlight. So far as the vast reading1 public is concerned Hugo Is known only as a story writer, and no one would dream of thinking about Dumas as anything else. We welcome Dumas aain. We are glad to have this fine edition of "The Black Tulip," and we shall b glad to be driven once again to read more of his tales, yes, all of them. XOVELS OT LITERATURE. Some Rather Splenetio Remark 1T an Ohio Contemporary. Columbus Journal. The Indlanians have broken loose on the question of literary excellence. We are not impressed with the names they present. Novels have ceased to be 'literature, and the only really literary person whom they present in the whole sixteen they put forth is James Whltcomb Riley. Riley will be read as long as English literature exists. His fame will grow with time. But those gentlemen who have written a perfect wilderness of prose tales will not read their own stuff twenty years from now, nor will anybody else read it. The men and women who are at the present day writing litera ture are not writing novels. It is an easy jump from sensational journalism to novel writing. Plenty of newspaper men have made a hit with a novel. That only shows that the relationship of the novel is not with permanent letters, but with the ephem eral phases of art. With a publishing firm in Columbus at all equal to the one which has made the reputation of nearly all these Indiana writers, Ohio might have made a ten-strike in novel writing, too, though the Ohio tendency, on the whole, has been away from that sort of thing and in the direction of what may be called foundation work. On that foundation a KING EDWARD'S PHYSICIANS. great man may some time stand. It is no disgrace that he has not turned up yet, but a deep disgrace that anything turned out by Ohio should be reckoned literature unless it is literature. There are a few tests in this business. The writing will doubtless continue on the basis of a well-known piece of scripture, to the effect that of the mak ing of books there is no end. But when an Indiana or an Ohio man or a Massa chusetts man writes something worthy of comparison with Homer cr Virgil or Dante or Milton or Plato's "Republic" or Burns's "Cotter," we shall all know it, and we shall not read reams of rot in the magazines to explain how the thing hardened to be done. It is abso lute proof that a thing is not literature when an author or his friends have to write a demonstration. Against evidence of this sort Markham struggles in vaJn. lie, and one may say the whole field of American writers, have a chance to outlive their own fame. We should just like to know if there is a single American novelist who has been writing twenty years who would not be ashamed to be caught read ing one of his own early books. Fcr our own part, we are obliged to confess that, aside from two or thee of Poe's stories and two of Havrthorne's, we have never betn tompted to read an American novel a sec ond time, nor a British novel, either, aside from one of Fielding's and one of Thack eray's. It will be well to get down to hard-pan. In this business. The advertising racket Is well worked and is an excellent thing to work. But when it comes to literary esti mates there is a different story to tell. If any of these butterflies who think that a hundred thousand copies to-day means anything ten years from now, they are mistaken. The publishers deserve the en tire credit for the fame of the modern novelists. A Woman's Protest. Ella W. Peattie, in Chicago Tribune. In Mr. Henry Alden's letter, published in the Tribune's literary supplement, appear these words concerning the work of George Eliot: "Look for a moment at the men of her novels. No one except a woman could pos sibly have created such impossible men and deliberately admired them. From the tire some Adam Bede to that unspeakable prig Deronda, her heroes were uniformly of tho sort that the feminine intellect conceives and the feminine taste admires." That Mr. Alden means to speak opprobrl ously there can be little question. The words convey the impression that the feminine intellect and the feminine taste are the faulty intellect and the faulty taste. And there is half the text! The other half is in the remarks made bv Mr. Hamlin Garland at the University of Chicago, when talking upon the subject of lhe First of the American Balladists." Mr. Garland cannot be quoted with exact ness because his words arc not written, but merely remembered as having been spoken Dy him. lie said something to the effect that "Longfellow was the poet of tha women and children." And Mr. Garland also spoke with opprobrium, though, with mildness. There is the remainder of the text. In regard to George Eliot and her fem inine conception, it may be granted to Mr. Alden at once that she was not masculine and that she probably had no desire so to be. She was essentially feminine, and she was, moreover, an artist, and much more of an artist than her recent biographer, Mr. Leslie Stephen, or than Mr. Alden appears to recognize. She made tiresome and priggish, weak and feminine male characters, it is true. But did she do It because she believed in them? Did she not depict them because they were probable because she had seen the originals, or at least persons who sug gested them? Did she not also create Lyd- gate, a human man of much forbearance and unquestionable dignity? Is Adam Iiede's stern stupidity outside the realm of probability? Or is it in any way an offense for a woman to imagine that a man may be a prig, or foolish of her to admire him for qualities over and above his prlggishness. It is frankly admitted that with the ex ception of Christy, in "Weir of Hermiston." Robert Louis Stevenson's women wore ab surd, but no one speaks contemptuously of Stevenson because of that. He drew be lievable men. He had ideals. He stood for courage, and laughter, and adventure, and much is forgiven him. Eliot saw the world with a woman's eyes, made women her chief characters, and included men in her tales chiefly for their effect upon women. If the men were not so well depicted as the women, does she therefore incur wrath? She drew men as a woman sees them, and it may be that men who like to be thought better of resent the delineations. One may easily forgive them for that. Women often resent men's estimate of them. That is. in fact, precisely what the writer of this arti cle is doing at present. Shot at Colonel Harvey. London Mail. Colonel Harvey, controller of the famous publishing firm of Messrs. Harper & Bros., was recently for a short while in this coun try, and in an interview on his return to New York he Is reported to have expressed rather forcible opinions about modern Eng lish books and bookmen. He finds "de terioration" in most of our authors ex cept in Mr. Meredith and Mrs. Humphry Ward. The selection of the undeteriorated Is curious. Few of his critics would rate Mr. Meredith's last work his best, and Äit-s. Mumphry Ward is perhaps hardly a writer of whom many native critics would agree with Colonel Harvey in saying the finest of her work had never been ex celled. Further, Colonel Harvey is reputed to have expressed the opinion that tho mass of English readers regard "Sherlock Holmes" as the highest form of literary art. Of course, that is a figure of speech. Large numbers of persons in England quite properly regard "Sherlock Holmes" as excellent entertainment: but neither they nor Dr. Conan Doyle talk of "literary art" in connection with it. It is interest ing, by the way, to note that 60,000 copies of "The Hound of the Baskerviiles" have already been sold in America! One won ders, too, if there is much pretensioa to "literary art" in the romances that sell their half million copies in the American market. The "artistic" American nove lists of the kind of Mr. W. D. Howells and Mr. Henry James probably have quite as many readers on this side of the At lantic as on the other. Itenrt AVlint Vou Like. Hamilton W. Mabie, in Ladks Home Jour nal. In reading, as in everything else, honesty is the best policy. It is better to be sincere than to get the reputation of knowing all the books. A good many people seem to feel that it is not quite respectable to be ignorant of the book everybody is talking about; and a good many people, it is to be feared, assume a knowledge they do not possess simply because they have not the courage to be frank. A good many people read books for which they do not care simply because other people are read ing those books, which is a waste of time; and a good many more read reviews of books, instead of reading the books them selves, to be able to talk about them, which is not quite honest. Reading is pre-eminently an individual matter to be determined solely by what finds, after faithful endeavor to understand and enJoy certain great writers or certain ' classes of books, that he feels no inward drawing to those writers let him honestly face the fact and confess it if necessary. All the classics are not for all readers, and the tyranny which would impose them all on all readers without reference to differ ences of taste, culture and mental aptitude ought to be resisted. The mature reader who cannot become interested in "The Divine Comedy" loses a great deal, but it is better to lose honestly than to pretend to gain that which you do not value. As a rule the "Faerie Queene" must be read in youth to be enjoyed and understood, but there are many who feel compelled to admire it when they come to it in later life simply because it is a classic. It is better to be honest nnJ be ignorant of the classics than to profess a liking for them because it is good intellectual form to know them. What men have agreed to accept as great art will not cease to be great art because we do not happen to like it; but we shall at least keep ourselves clear of affectation and pretense. Duty to our highest growth docs not compel us to like all great books or any one class of great books; it demands of us that we select the best of the kind toward which we are attracted. A Matter of Style. New York Times Literary Review. In the current Bookman Mr. F. M. Colby complains that in the later works of Henry James the "hunt for the distinguished phrase is always evident" and that the author masks his real self, and what he has to write about, behind "that verbal hedge of his." It would be difficult to de scribe more accurately the case of the man who has ceased to be the master of style and has become the slave of It. The master of style is the man who knows a spade when he sees it and calls it a spad6. The slave of style is the man who in his hunt for the distinguished phrase calls it an agricultural implement. Of the .com moner tricks of tine writing Mr. James has never been guilty; but his subtle hunt for the distinguished phrase is no less cen surable than is the telf-consciousness of the farmhand who talks of agricultural implements. Both miss the plain fact in the effort to describe it. It is here that one sees his great, his unmistakable inferiority as a master of style to his harness mate, Mr. Howells. The dean of American let ters loves his tools, and his words and sentences sometimes tax the intelligence of all but his acutest readers to follow them; but in the ultimate analysis a spade to him is always a spade. The point may be illustrated by an anec dote hitherto unrecorded, as far as we know, which Mr. Saint Gaudens once re lated with regard to the sculpturing of his equestrian statue of Logan in Chicago. While planning the statue he read Logan's speeches and found them no inspiration. They were filled with florid extravagance and pompous absurdity of the stump ora tor. It so happened, however, that Haint Gaudens fell in with an old snldier who narrated how Logan won one of his most famous victories. The forces of the North and the South had long been fighting on equal terms, when the Southerners gath ered for one of their famous cavalry charges. As those gray heroes swept for ward the Northern soldiers lost heart and wavered. At that moment Logan caught up the regimental standard, and, waving it aloft, rode up and down before his men, shouting: "Them fellers is riding' to their graves!" The North stood, and the South fell before their withering fire. At that moment Logan was, among other things, a master of style, and it is in that moment that Saint Gaudens has represented him, waving the colors aloft on a charger that bridles In Immortal bronze on the lake front of Chicago. Whnekiiiff Oar Literary Gods. New York Sun. Foor Mr. Longfellow! The University of Chicago has sworn to put him out of the choir. Prof. Oscar Lovell Triggs gave him notice months ago. Nov the Hon. Ham lin Garland, the Badger Tolstoi, lecturing at Dr. Harper's school, "leaves Longfellow to women." Not a bad fate for him, after all, or for the women, who are poets them selves. Mr. Garland speaks with the na tural superiority of man to woman and of the illustrious and world-ramous men of letters to an obscure Cambridge professor. It must be admitted that there are grave i ill m reasons ior tne nisiiKe wnicn so many or the young gods of American literature have for Mr. Longieilow. He could read and write, accomplishments very offensive to the young gods. He was an artist and a scholar, intelligible and therefore not a thinker. He wrote too much, while the TriggessS and Garlands write too little. Evidently they leave him to women. They judge him by his baldest school speaker verse and forget what women and chil dren and we old fogies rind of noble in his work, his sea poems, his fine sonnets and so on. Besides, whack a good, old, hon ored white head and folks will think you're "doing something smart." Mr. Garland and Mr. Triggs deserve grateful mention at the hands of the historians of adver tising. Mary McLhiic'r Future. New York Post. It is announced that the young woman in the West who prays to the devil and writes "damn" with such cheerful fre quency that she is therefore described by enthusiasts as having "laid bare a human soul," has accumulated profits from the sale of her book which will enable her to attend a woman's college. The young wom an is said to be an amiable and respect able individual when she is washing the windows and setting the table and not bothering at all about the soul, and there fore her good fortune may be considered as a happy event. But It is to be hoped that her example will not be followed gen erally. More books of this kind, we are sure, would not do tho public any good, and. besides, think of the colleges! No doubt whatever college the Western young woman favors with her patronage will he able to assimilate her. but if there were too many like her an institution where they congregated might be in some danger HAD TO CHANU1-; Tilt: KL'L.i-1. Superintendent It is our usual custom to let a prisoner work at the same trade iu here as ha did outside. Now, what Is your trade? Shoe maker, blacksmith or rrlsoner Please, sir, I was a traveling salesman. nStorc Closes Evening at S-umrner Goods JVH VE-R jo CHEAT as JVOW THIS is especially true of our popular-priced American wash goods, although what remain of the original importations of foreign cot tons are in many cases cut almost half. Read the story of reductions in detail. American Batistes, Dimities and kindred printed fabrics are all from three to five cents cheaper per yard. Former prices.... 10c, 2zC, loc and ISc As revised are.... 7c, 10 c, 12 c and 15 c Mercerized stripe Grenadine-, white grounds. trope stripe priced.. .. Mercerized regards n their anstoc rivals of the same name, until now selling at 50c a yard; the new price, 29c with. pit. yellow and helio- &Sti? S s, until now 4 oca yard, re- jnfJ 1' J'V' Cliarvays, in soise yJS(mhiA' rahc 1-rench MSifT Embroidered Mohair Swiss Mousseline is 41 inches wide and has bem selling at fl.75 and $2.00 a yard. The last two piece in stock will be sold at.... 85c Some Very Cheap GHAIXIS ii Twenty-five styles of the very be on sale beginning Monday morning at 45c a yard The attractive feature of this proposition is that every piece is in new, high class printing, goods which until now have been selling at 55c, 59c and 65c a yard. 13 Arnold" Knit In umbrella style are a revelation in summer comfort. These garments are made of the finest, thinnest knit fabric, trimmed with lawn ruffles, lace or embroidery to suit varying tastes. An entire garment weighs but four ounces. One purchase usually makes a permanent customer for Arnold goods, and so conödent is the maker that you'll be pleased with th Kuit Ganze Drawers that we are privileged to return money for goods bought if after a week's wear you do not pronounce them the most comfortable warm weather garments ever worn. Several styles and qualities, GOc a pair up. An Arnold catalogue, free, detailing numerous articles for woman, child and babe. d HATS for Half 'Mr L S. Ayres tfiSlL Co. Jndia n a r Grca i est 7)tstrtbttte rj of T ry Goo aj. of a sort of emotional indigestion. As for the particular young woman In question, she may be forgiven her bock. She will be as much ashamed of it as any one directly. Her desire to u?e her profits to secure for herself a college education 1b too whole- Fome. Her "devil." as she calls him, can hardly survive it long. The Literary Snail. "I'll write a book." th author eald. "As full of rrot,lfrn!' as lhe t8L For polemics are all the rape. And tales of human mrstry." But ere he'd written "Chapter Five" The library and stall an.l store Were flooded with the rroh'tm books The fickle public called "a bore." Til write adventure stories bold." The buoyant writer cried, "for tales Of wondrou deeds are all the ro. And leadins: now with wondrous sales." But ere his hero battled twice With rlrates on his ship of tfold. The public took It? ere away And wild adventure lost its hold. "I'll write a happy lovr tale." Then sighed the literary nail; And so he crawled into his heart To hear it woo and wish and wail. Eut era Mb lover won a bride. Or he hal scribbled down "The En1," The public had discarded love And publishers wrote back: "Don't send." Historic revels swept along From Ethtlred to Charles the First. And that one had the larpest sale Which proved the wickedest and worst; Till, wearied with the lightning change, The literary ?nail. perplexed. Resigned his pn. ani. i-ittin down. II waited, whlsrering: "What next?" Aloysius Coll. I.Iternry Xotm. The literary editor of the New York Tribune quotes the phrase "unpremeditated nuilc." Probably the passage he had in mind was Shelley's line: "In profuse, sirains of unpremeditated art." William M. Thackeray wrote ;The Vir ginians;" and now comes forward Owen Wistar v.ith "The Virginian." Apropos I W Jir Fi?c o'ClocK "During Summer 1 j J 'Nif. mm? IM I beat All-wool French Challis will Gaize Drawers zmmmm Your first opportunity to buy a Trimmed Hat for half price is at hand. A few weeks ago outing and street hats were reduced to, this extent, and the response was imme diate and flattering. Now any Trimmed Hat any pattern or any one of our own productions may be bought for half its orig inal price. Five double cases are comfortably full, and among them you can find something appropriate for any mem ber of the family. But you'd better come soon. We've an idea there's going to be a rapid culling out of the choicer styles. KitcJienUtensils no poison Easererbcrnfoucl mthe enxmelcf Agate Nicket- Skcl Varc. The BLUE LABEL, ttotectod by TVcuion of t'nited Sl&U-s Cotut. p&Md on erexy piee, PROVES IT. If unlifciftutea are of ttfit. writ no. 2few Booklet TT. Agatf StctrlSts-l More t ßoJ try ths kainQ Ixjxirtwtent and 1 ioMnJ urr.uf Viff Slot et. lce A Grw4a SJK. Co., frw York. Bet ton, Cblc4f. riAvinc Thus TRADE BUKNIOIN THE ENAMEL ARE SAFE of "Melomanlaes," by James Hunneker, "The Mi domaniacs," a humorous sketch, was written in 1M1 by Joseph C. Ncaly. Sir Edwin Arnold received many birth day congratulations on June 10, when he completed his seventieth year. He Is one of the few men who, havlnff won the New- digate prize for poetry at Oxford, have achieved a reputation as poet In later life. For the past forty years he has been con nected with tho editorial staff of the Lon don Daily Telegraph, to which paper he . still contributes. Gabriele D'AnnunzIo, the Italian writer, has been receiving, during the past few months, so many requests for his auto graph from collectors and admirers, not enly in Italy but throughout Europe, that he has at last grown tired of signing his name and has adopted a novel method of notifying the public that he is unable to comply with any such requests in tuture. In the hottl at IJologna. where he is stay ing, this notice may now be read: "Ga- brielp D'Annunzirs right han1 is Injured and tlirtf.re h? rt grets to say that he cannot write hij name In albums or on postal cards, etc." When Mark Twain was beginning his career as a humorous lecturer he one 3hjt arranged with a charming female acquaint ance that he should tit in a box and start the applause when he stroked his muj tache. The lecturer started off so well that he did not need any such help, how ever, for he caught the audience from the start. 15y and by, when not naying any thing worthy ol particular notice, he h-p-enol to pull his mustache, and Ms anxious plly in the box at once broke into applaus. Mark was all but broken up by the mis adventure and ever afterward carefully avoided employing such help to success. The New York Tost cay: "It Is the privilege of creative writers whose work is based on actual social conditions to be come for posterity the historians of those conditions. No future historian of the State of California, however serious, can hope to discredit riret Hart. Already Jack Hamlin, that lonely calculator of chances. MUlen, Colonel Starbottie, Yuba lilll and M il's, daughter of old Smith, old Hummer Smith, are historical perison agea. In time tnelr story will probably crystallize into a legend -the 'Legrnd cf the Forty-nlntrs possessing authority asJ preMlfce. forever true, as Is its remote clasj-kal progenitor, the 'Legend of tte MARX i n