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Literary flebvs and Criticism
The Romantic Story of an Absurd
but Lovable Man.
■KPT.'ii; s By William J. Locke. Illustrated by
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Mr. Locke exploits whimsicality in his books
as another writer exploits mystery, rustic sim
plicity oj- what not. He does it very well,
though at the risk of imperilling his repute for
■ 111— III Danger looms ahead for a novelist
v. hen the first lew pages of his new book make
lbs rattier lad that l ■• is poing to enjoy him
adf in a more than familiar way. In the midst
of taw reader's pleasure there wili come mo
ments or half cynical reflection, moments in
which he wonder* if there 's not such a thing
sis a trick of writing, ■ somewhat too artificial
and clever way of gaining an effect. "Septi
mus" creates a rather mixed mood. It is in
dubitably an amusing book, and at times It
i»*Tn« almost itior" than that. There are in it
flashes of sweetness, of tenderness, which very
nearly serve to dissipate the fastidious air in
which the story Is enveloped. Then come back
the doubts, the suspicion? that Mr. Locke 13 too
clever by half.
His hero is a young fellow of an inventive turn
of mind, who might perhaps astonish the irorld by
some great feat in mechanical design, but whose
nature you only refrain from describing as
childlike and naive because those terms do not.
after alt. Indicate more than a shade of his in
nocent helplessness. When we first meet him
he has encountered the heroine of the book at
Monte Carlo, she wins some money for him -at
the tables end he asks her to keep it in her care.
Incidentally he asks her If she has breakfasted.
Thus the narrative continue*:
'.dora was startled. a sane man does net talk of
breakfasting at <» o'clock in the evening. But It he
w«>r* a. lrr.atic perhaps It were wipe to humor mm.
"Yes," she said. "Have you?"
"No. I've only just got up."
• Do you mean to say you ye been asleep all lay
"What's the noisy day made '■""
"I>t US sit down." said Zora. ■■■• _ ■■ .
That- found ana of the crimson couches ry t te
*all vacant, and sal down. Zcra ree3r<i«-.i him
"Why' should M be happier If I took care of
yifur mooT? .
" -Shouldn't spend it. 1 might meet » mar) who
wact^d to fcell me a gas-^nsine.**
,' "But you needn't buy it."
"Thef-e fellows are bo persuasive, you »*• At
Botterdctn last jear a nan made me buy a seooad
tiiwi dentist's • hair."
•Are you a dentist?" a*k«d Zors.
•Torn, no! if I were I could have used Hie
"What did you <3o with It?"
"I had R packed up and dispatch«*d, rarrlspe paid,
t<!» an in.acinan,' person at Singapore."
Septimus is always saying these artless
thing-? He BBys them, in fact, ■ little too often,
so That, as lias beea Indicated, we presently feel
Mr. Lock* to be. BsraafM, too artful. Fortu
nately, this fantastic her* discloses elements of
character which are very winning and we come
to like Mm as it were In spite of the author of
Us beine. It is Mlf he got out of Mr. Locke's
hands and appealed to as on his own account,
•which is. of course, an excellent tribute to my.
Locke. The other figures In the book are of
trifling significance. den Sypher. the soand
hearted purveyor of ■ quack remedy, fulfils
none of th* promise with which he starts. Zora,
.too. is a sad disappointment. It is Septimus
•who puils the story through. It is for his sake
that we read on and ar« glad, at the end. at
having persevered. But Mr. Locke will have to
do be tat work than this if he is to sustain his
"The ITliriomi." from its title and from its
opening chapters, would seen to suggest that
Mr. Oppeiiheim had resolved to tell a tale of the
perennia! conflict between ■••'•* and evil. IDs
hero, bent upon doing some good in the world,
goes town .into the country to preach to the
b. ate of ■ young, beautiful and wealthy
KVvoman. Ham Thurr.e-Hatton is much annoyed.
"oiln't«-r Victor Macheson, being rebuffed by her
steward, make* as bold as to enter the lady's
own drawing room and there demand a right to
discourse to the villagers. He is cruelly
snubbed. Obviously religion and "society" are
to be arrayed in mortal combat. But it is not
Urn obvious thing that occurs. Miss Thorpe -
Hatton follows 'up her Incivility to the lay
preacher by swooping down upon him in the
w«ods at night, planting a kiss upon bis lips,
and then lakasf flight. After that the reader Is
prepared for anything, yet it must be confessed
that Mr Oapenaafai iei c ingenious enough to in
troduce, toward lac close of his narrative, a
fairly KtupefyiJig surprise. The book. in short.
if written to entertain. Character Is subordinat
ed to action The different types involved are
sharply enough differentiated, but this scarcely
matters. We «re Interested solely in the up
•hot of Miss Thorpe-Hatton's Infatuation anj
«f The queer tragedy -which is enacted at an
early stage of the story. On these melodramatic
grounds "The ilissionor" may be regarded as a
very effective performance.
Miss Zona bale's "Friendship Village" is one
more of those "neighborhood" studies in which
homespun types **re made sympathetic by a
fairly spontaneous application of sentiment and
hnroor in the painting of their portraits and the
sketching of their daily lives. The substance of
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We telephone to the Livery Bam and Boarding
Stable for the littie blacks, celebrate for their
-control in encounters with the Proodflts' motor
car. The stable boy answers that, the little blacks
are at "the funeral." Ar.d after he has cone off
to ask his employer what Is hi then, the employer,
*rtto in bis unofficial moments I.c our rie'lsrhbor, our
•church choir bass, our landlord even, comes «nd
Mala us that, after all, »c may have the little
Mack)?, «nd he himself brines them round at nine,
th« sain Uttls blacks that we ni'^nt all along
And when, quite naturally. we wonder at the boy's
version, we team: "Oh. why, the Macks was
ettndin' just across the street, waitin* at the
rhurch door, hitched to tho hearse. I took '<>m
cut and rirrt in the bays. I says to myself: The
eorp won't care.' "
Here an>l there th» humor in Miss Gale's book,
like that in Mr. Locke's, flows a little too rtearly
from the author's whim and not enough from
the character of the fictitious personage to
whom the words are attributed. At bottom,
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village" which atones for the touches of sophis
tication. Tho pathos of the work, a* in the
( aftptar entitled "Top F!oor Bark," rings true.
IN DAYS DEPARTED.
An English Spinster's Experiences
nLU^PTIOXS OF A SPINSTER AWT. Bgttf
ed by S. Sopiiia Beale-Demy. 6v0.. pp. M?.
London: AVilliam Helnemann. New T.ork. Paul
The Spinster Aunt was an Englishwoman who
was born into the early Victorian era, and knew
the life and the nights of the London of Dick
ens's day. Her oddly spelled letters as a little
girl describe the operas she heard when "Grlci*
and "AltKmy" sang, and the "burlesk or Ex
travaganser" wherein Mine. Vestrls played a
peacock and was glitteringly beautiful, though
she wore much "ruge." The youngster saw
them "Bury the Great Duke, with an empire's
lamentation." She went to the Crystal Palace to
see the Queen and Prince Albert and their vis
itors, Louis Napoleon and Eugenic. The small
maiden was outspoken in her criticisms: "Louis
Napoleon is frightful, and of course our Queen
is not the elegant woman that the French Em
press Is. But oh: her crinoline! It must have
beefi four yards in. circumference; the Queen
is much more sensible in her costume. The
Empress is most elegant, but probably a vain
woman and fond of dress." A somewhat mere,
sentimental glimpse of royalty comes two or
three years after when the young spinster goes
to see Prince Frederick William take away his
bride, th« Princess Royal. "Fritz is a handsome
felfow. a good deal older than his little wife,
who looks a mere child, and was yesterday a
decidedly tfarful little child." Tearful, too, were
the women in the crowd who watched the car
riage drive away. "Poor child," said one, "how
she will miss her Ma, and I reckon her Ma will
miss her a goodish bit." That cold snowy
looming was more than fifty years ago. and
handsome Fritz is gone and the little wife, too,
and so is the kind mother at Windsor, and many
and great were the sorrows that were theirs in
the years that followed that bridal day.
As our spinster grew older she began to re
alize the pleasure of cultivating a naturally
alert mind. She take? up music: she studies
Art, with a particularly large A; she indulges
in criticism of the painters of the period — .-v>nie.
of it naively bad. She travels, and writes agree
ably Of her experiences to her favorite cousin
arid in her diary; she observes human nature
and sets down her observations with something;
of humor and much of kindliness. She does not
forget now and then to record family experi
ences in holiday — witness the story of the
struggle of a modest group of ladies to secure
s«*a bathing at Lyme Regis without the anti
quated local bathing machine:
Our lodging has a garden and that garden
ends upon the beach: so we bethought us tnat if
we bathed before breakfast we should save much
dressing and undressing, and wo could walk down
to the sea through' the garden. Out party con
sists — the bathing contingent Mrs. P., her
two boys under ten. an art student (girl) and we
two. ditto, ditto. Nothing could be more seemly
than our attire; bathing costumes, really very
pretty, blue serge trimmed with red braid like
the French suite; and over ail a large waterproof
cloak. But we had reckoned without our host,
vested Interests and British conventionality.
We marched down the garden at 7 a. m.. walked
across the shore, took off oar wraps and Joy
ously entered the sec It was a lovely morning,
and we had a glorious swim. After a quarter of
an hour or so. we returned the same way. very
pleased with ourselves. But in the afternoon the
Mayor Interviewed Mrs. D. 11* was "very sorry
to cause us annoyance." etc., etc. No doubt we
were Innocent of any intentional Impropriety, but
I-yme Regis was not France. It might be preju
dice, but Dorset was Dorset and did not like
new-fangled nor Foreign ways. One of us had .i
brilliant inspiration. "But we will pay the ma
chine people the same an if we used the thin?"
(.there Is only one machine), "which would surely
be an advantage to them and to their other cus
tomers." An armistice was arranged, conditions
of peace were drawn up. and Mr. Mayor bid us
"Good morning." But alas: the host we fought
against was stronger than purse power. Ma'am
Grundy triumphed, and we had to resign our
selves to the use of the machine, and confess our
selves beaten: as Reformers we are feebleness
Another incident the young lady found even
more characteristic of Dorset than the bathing
Painting: under the (lift last Tuesday, I was dis
turbed by ;■ shower of pebble* and mud upon my
•white umbrella, looking: up I beheld a crowd of
young: ruffians chucking missiles at me with the
energy of even sleepy Dorset youths. 1 remonstrat
ed; 'threatened; I addressed them In violent lan
guage as vagabonds, rascals, brutes, and any other
expletives which cante handy. But It was no use,
and I Ignominously packed up my tools and retired,
once more defeated by the family of Gruady-Hodge.
Probably the instigator was a son of Madam of the
bathing: machine. . . . For some reason the white
umbrella and th«? worker underneath provokes in
dignation among: native populations, or it may iv»
that we painters are considered to be legitimate
subjects for sportive mud and stone throwing. In
the Bteulnage at Bruges, and by the river, the
young Flemings -worn Intolerable until a detective
took me under Ms wing and kept off the boys.
The spinster amateur in later years went to
Paris to study her beloved painting; and in Ber
tin's studio had for Instructors and critics Toul
mouche, Hubert and D«-launay — a group of
startling importance. Apropos of two of the-;**
artists she records a comic incident: "I had not
got beyond drawing the head in brown umber
when in walks Monsieur Towlmouehe. He found
fault with ray work and corrected it according o
his views. After he had departed we all talked
of his corrections and did"*not think much nt
them. In walks Monsieur Delaunay — he ha 1
mistaken the day. When he came round to ma
he- said: 'How Jn the world* (something to that
effect) 'how In th«» world can you have seen the
girl like that?' Of course, I had not se.?n her
'.like that.* but how e-ould I have said who did It?
Every one looked at me, but I held my peace.
Monsieur took my palette and brushes and there
upon painted the head in entirely fresh. When
he had pone every one screamed out, 'Why <iil
you not tell him?* 1 would not have let him
think I had done it,' and so on, and so oil
However, I was rewarded, for 1 kept the canvas
as it was as a Delaunay, and began another."
Another reminiscence of the spinster's Paris
days concerns the determined efforts of M. Pa"
deloup to make his French audiences listen t-j
Wagner's music. All through the Lohengrin
"Prelude" at one concert there was a wild up-
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loop tried to speak; then he wrung his hands
One saw his mouth move, but nothing was heard.
This went on for five or six minutes. At tast| (juiet
was restored, and he then said, "he. would I r *P^
the Prelude at the end of the concert, and those
who did not want to hear It could leave/ r Much
cheerteß and stamping of feet and b a "P''S "5 ( .^?'j
brellas followed this speech, and all was P®a°eful
until the end, of the programme. I "fortunate ij a
crowd of silly youths .lid not go out, and when the
orchestra besran to play we could nftbear a noit.
More boos and hats thrown about. and . sticks rap
ping the floor, and more minutes wasted. However.
the conductor laid dovvr. his baton and calmly sat
down and waited for quiet and peace. which came
at last, the objector* beinp ejected oy the serseanta
de vilie, and, one may hope, with some shame.
There are no recollections of eminent ac
quaintances in this volume, no stirring historical
episodes, no brilliant descriptive passages. It is
pleasant reading, nevertheless, this chronicle of
domestic life, of study and of travel In a world
•which has now passed away, a world which had
its own quiet charm. The spinster's days were
not so full of incident and movement us are
those of the modern woman, but it is probable
that they were enjoyed with a keener zest.
A Page from a Beautiful Book of
Men's minds are turning- to Southern Italy at
this time with a sympathy too poignant to leave
much room for the merely literary relations of
that stricken land. Yet surely one may return
with no incongruity of sentiment to a writer so
full of positive tenderness for the Calabrian
scene as was the late George Gissing. He pro
duced a beautiful and curiously touching book
in his "By the lonian Sea." a sheaf of travel
notes published by the Scribners tome four
years ago. For many years a sufferer from ill
health and from a melancholy streak of tem
perament, his journey to Southern Italy was an
experience at once, happy and sad. It rejoiced
his soul to visit a land saturated In classical
associations, and at the same time he was pre
disposed to look upon all that he saw there in
rather solemn mood. To re-read now his chap
ter on Keggio is to apprehend the town through
the eyes of one who saw it almost as though
with a prevision of its tragic fate.
It was at Retrgio that Gissing leaked his last
toward the lonian Sea. "I wished It were no."
he mournfully says, "to wander endlessly amid
the silence of the ancient world, to-day and all
its sounds forgotten." This 'is the scene In
which he gave way to his emotion of lonely
By its natural situation Reggio Is marked for an
unquiet history. It was a gateway of Magna ■■-< ■
da: it lay straight in the track of conquering
Rome when she moved toward Sicily; it offered
point? of strategic importance to every Invader or
defender of the peninsula throughout th« mediasvai
wan Goth and Saracen, Norman, Teuton and
Turk seized, pillaged and abandoned, each in turn,
tins stronghold 1 o\ er looking the narrow sea. men
the earthouakes, ever menacing between Vesuvius
and /Ctna; that of 1783, which wrought destruc
tion throughout Calabria, laid Reggio in ruins, so
that to-day it has the aspect t>t a newly .built city,
curving its regular streets, amphitheatre-wiee, upon
th<* slope that rises between shore and motirtain.
Of Rheglom little ip discernible above groui i; of
the :ig.\« that followed scarce anything remain* nut
the Norman fortress, so shaken by that century-ola
disaster that huge taps show where its rent wall
sank to a lower level upon the hillside.
At first one has eyes and thoughts for no hli
but the landscape. From the terrace road along
the shore, Via Plutino, beauties and glories iniH. 1 -
BcrfbaJble lie before one at every turn of t!ie
bead. Aspromonte. with Its forests and crag the
shining straits, sail dotted, opening to a sea hon
son north and south, and, on the other side, the
mountain Island, crowned with Know. Hours long
1 stood and walked here, marvelling delißThte at
all I saw. but in the end ever fixing my j,'a*e on
Sicily. Clouds passed across the blue sky, and
their shadows upon the Sicilian panorama ina<le
ceaseless chanpe of hue and outline. At early
rnlng I saw the crest of .'"Etna glist€ ill as the
first Fun ray smote upon its white ri<!^«; at full
■•( day, tho" summit hidden by heavy clouds, anil
western beams darting from behind the mountain.
These far. cold heights glimmered with « hue of
palest emerald, scemlncr but i vision of tho «r.m
sot heaven, translucent, ever about to vanish.
Night transformod, but did i ■ 1 - all conceal. Ton
der, a '•'■"■ miles away, phone the harbor and
itreetH nt Messina, and many a plemnlnfe point
alonp the Inland coast, strand -touohingt or high
above, signalled the homes of mci I aln . waiia
and "lear, this Bret night at Itegprio; I could not
turn away from the siren voice of tl," waves; '.irnr
big scarce a footstep but my own, I paced hither
and thither by the sea wall, ale no wit: memories.
Gissing observed few signs of activity at
Regrpio, apart from the harbor. "The one long
street, Corso Garibaldi," he 'says, "has little
traffic; most of the shops close shortly after
nightfall, and then there is no sound of eels;
all would be perfectly still but for the occa
sional cry of lads who asll newspapers." Ho
doubted lf*there was more than one caTe la the
town, and he had to search for a restaurant.
The only visitors who made use of the public
<liniii(C room at his hotel were two or three mili
tary men. In that dining room his heart was
stirred more than once by the appeal of pov
erty. "Sitting In view of a closed door." he
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favorable 7 moment; suddenly the door would
open, and there sounded a thin voice begging
for un pezso di pane— a. bit of bread. "Whenever
the waiter caught eight of. these little mendi
cants he rushed out with simulated fury and
pursued them along the pavement. I have no
happy recollections of my Regrgian .meals." A
feature of the streets that he noted was the fre
quency of carved inscriptions, commemorating
citizens who died in their struggle for liberty.
He was strangely moved by one such tablet, but
his nature shrank from the thought of human
lives being sacrificed, even though upon the
altar of liberty. It was very characteristic of
Gisslng to say that "in our day there is but one
Italian patriot— he who tills the soil, and sows,
and reap.", ignorant or careless of all beyond his
furrowed field." He was dubious about the
future, fearing the return of tyranny under new
Before the cathedral ho loved to linger, "for
across the whole front, in great letters which
one who runs may read, is carved a line from
the Acts of the Apostles: Circumlcgtntcs de-
C caftans Rheglum. Save only those, sonorous
words which circle the dome of St. Peter's. I
have- seen no Inscription on Christian temple
which /seemed to me so impressive. 'We fetched
a compass, and came to Rhegium.' Paul was
on his voyage from Cieaarea to Rome, and here
his ship touched, hero at the haven beneath
Aspromonte." The reader will remember, by
the way, that it was on the heights of Aspro
monte. just above the town of Reggio, that
Garibaldi and his worn and hungry followers
were captured in ISG2. hissing s imagination
was profoundly affected by the memories of the
past in Calabria, but he was also alive to what
was going on about him. Witness this passage:
It was Sunday, which at Reggio is a day of mar
ket. Crowds of country folk had come into tins
town with the produce of field and prrden; nil tho
open spaces were occupied with temporary stalls;
at hand stood innumerable donkeys, tethered till
business should be over. The produce exhibited
was of very tine quality, especially the vegetables*
I noticed cauliflowers measuring more than a foot
across the white. Of costume there was little to
be observed- though the long soft cap worn by
most of the men, banging unlike over on* ear al
most to the shoulder, is picturesque. The female
water carriers, a 1"ms; islim tusk restlnsr lengthwise
upon their padded heads, hold attention as the,y
t-n to and from tho fountains. Good looking peo
ple grave cf manner, and doing their business witl«
out 'noise. It. v. a:-, my last Bight of the Calabrtaji
hillsmen; to the end they held my interest and my
respect "When towns have sucked dry their pop
ulation of strength and virtue, it is such folk as
these hardy from th« free breath of heaven and
tho scent of earth, who will renew a flaccid race.
Th« chapter on Reggie in Glssing'a book is
brief, but it makes a vivid portrait of the town.
He caught its spirit and reproduced It on the
printed page with a subtle note of pathos mak
ing the record of special value.
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on which many stlrrinß things can be fald. The
author has a novel also on the press.
It is said that the death warrant of Charles I
was signed in the dining hall of the old man
sion at Tottenham, where then lived Bradshaw
the regicide. The letter's coat of arms is HtiU
hanging in the hall, which is little changed since
Cromwell and his officers dined therein. The
house has beautiful panellings of oak and mar
ble floors. It is announced that it !s to be sold
or let. and probably not many years hence the
historic dwelling will be demolished. Another
building associated with the Protector is Crom
well House, at Huntington. It was raised on
the site of his birthplace and contains relics of
the original house. This. It is thought, -will
soon be pulled down.
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prints, are coming out in this centenary year.
Among these 13 a new edition, announced by
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Lincoln." Another is a new edition, issued by
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"here the sale is not always sure. Secondly, the
novelist who is a skilful manufacturer from
history. Thirdly, the novel of indecency. Fourth
ly, the novel of bigotry, which plays upon th«
prejudices of the religious public. Fifthly, thi
novel of commonplace reflection and cheap clap
trap conversation. The*» laat three sell b*st
"The MasTt," the monthly periodical dealing
with the theatre, is to b« enlarged and is to
appear both In English and French. Articles by
Vernon Lee, Ellen Terry and Isadora Dnnran
A correspondent of "The London Academy "
bitterly complains of "the un-noted. creeping,
insidious poison of the general term" — particu
larly of such offenders as "thing" and "think,"'
both of which, it is added, "are now being" ma-ds
to do much harm as sedatives to any mind too
ill equipped or lazy to employ the proper terms —
Books and Publications.
More Than 100.000
F. Hopkinson Smith's
A Novel of which he is not the hero
zst Edition, Aug. 29th "Th« best work that Mr. Ci.ltb> has dens."
2d Edition, Sept. 34th Seto York OUstrcer.
3d Edition, Nor. gth
4th Edition, Dec. 3d
sth Edition. Dec. nth The story Is foil of thrilling action and interest
6th Edition, Dec. 17th Nobody contd read this sweet. Tre?l-wrltr««n. wiMhlny
7th Edition, Dec. 33d work without being the better for It."
Bth Edition, Jan. sth — Chicago Record-Eerati.
Charles Scribners Sons
absolutely numberless— which these words c» v
may, and do replace":
All vogues. ''" the v« «■■" hi ever the ,-,, ».
the abuse, have been set by loir-^ or.-. som^'mi *
which ha* lighted unon an apparently » a »v a th*J"
distinction in any art-iiress. painting. -ihaTV*
wilL Light nmrtedly. unwittingly, always ciiv.i?'
the ef!l is originated: and in the matter of
"general word" and cf the particular abus» of »>,*
v.or<3 "thin?" it is very probable that 3lr »ii
HaiT^.ir.l was one of the first inventors With v
memorable phrase "a strange thing hanu.^Ji
which became a couple of decades or no i-V*
standing joke upon "Mysterious stories of the~i£., *
ination. Then that vastly "popular" and c*-tah ? *
clever writer. Mr. Kiplir*. using th« wonib tl r
genious fashions. Increased th- vogue in th«
had and has a vast at my ot disciples and im'ta.JL' 1 :
so that one presently read In myriads of »<.
works that "the thin* was incredible": tjJJ -2£
happened": "the thing struck him ?.s weird" • ?
co on a, I inflnitum. Lsed skilfully and peldJmTv
word may tarry a sense of the vaguely liea<^«s>'i 4
horrible and so forth. •»» the case may r«qutri 2. 1 '
It must be employed by a master hand and ssar<2
ly— from the pen of the imitator it is like a ~b-,T?~
weed which chokes and over runs and srr^w." 7
whole gardens of u««ful or h-a-itiful worij k '
regard to the substantive "thought" and th» »
"to think." in all the tetter's avoods and tensiv T_
fame abuse has arisen, supporting, a? the«T*i42*
are made to do. even in quite would-b# rr'inti'i^
literature, the coi«rnat». but by no ireans wrntmS^
COS terms "believe." "-wish." etc. JlraJra "
Child labor in the mills of th* South if c,
theme of the new novel which the anthor 9* m,
story called "Truth Dexter" Is preparing tobrhj'
"The Bomb." « new nor*l by th* cl«t#- v-
Frank Harris, who use<l to edit "Th« LajZT
Saturday Rev-low." and who spent «om* tla» i*
this country, is about to be issued in aa Aiaai
can edition. The HaymarkPt rial in C'licaga v
described in this book.
That imperturbable Laur««at». Mr. AlfrM j^
tin. Is BOW and then 'touched up" by his cess,
trymen after a fashion which probably Goes not
amuse him a3 much as it does th« impartial «;>.
server. Th»» London Saturday Review." ajr^.
ample, ha* this to say of Us n^— book":
It is a pity that Mr. Austin allots himatif »
often these excursions into matters of ■which i
ignorant, and on which His ignorance la la jj*
modestly expressed. He ha* a charm: ar.4 »L
aibly too-much-de«pi=H»d rift ••f descritiji- t
beauty of English country life wher* it lOOS eaT
tented, and Engii3h scenery where It is ricC*
»nd most decorous either by nature or by art iP
the self-love which compels him to quote bis g V*
versus blinds him to his talent aa to hia incapa<4.
for reflection and criticism, and the natural b«sat?
of the book is marred »rid almost «rr:n»f>»-^;
trininpr and ponderous vanities and *:itsnesi*!»
rled to inanity. What we want is to *<?» th* •*•
England" which he saw on h!s late surnm«r trl>
the hollyhocks and tiger lilies, the old bri<*k «2
th« ripened peaches, the succory. th» "lavsS
coloured scabious" and the hawii»r»*rd. 'is^aanv
the sweetness and the calm, not to listen toijt
opinions of It. cf women, of critics, of uanaM
poets and artists, and of hirnna'tf. How unneutttA
was It. for example, to introduce an a<iv»rtl*s>sn
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