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Tzibune's News and Reviews of Books and Authors Some Recent Fiction Bv Isabel Pat^T?*-.? *?-'* ?o**' Mfad * C? iv? WOK tat) AT A TIM?. ?* Margaret 'Js*_'',-*r. Century Compahy. ?SaniNi?-s rnooRRSs. By jeirery kOR some time past a revival of tho historical novel has been predicted, or promised, or ^^,, threatened, according to taste. P&w it is upoti us. It is not ??**' co?e, ?or untimely. There arc those who take their read? ins ?rimly, as a mesas to some indcf*^ aite end, self in-proTement, or culture, ? what you ?lesse. And professional writers read, if at *!?? with an eye mainly to technique, whether they will or not. Critics, of c"urse' read because ihey must. Bat these three cate gerics comb'?** mate only a small minority of tI,e read'"K Pub''C, and herema?n?a* majority road for sheer r'eaaottr. This attitude has been greatly reprehended by the earnest foijf, as if pleasure were sinful; and tkc moro ephemeral varieties of fiction lure been stigmatized as "the litera? ture of escape," wherein is implied a reproach not only to the readers and the books, but to the whole of contem? porary civilization. Why should peo? ple wish to "escape" if their lives are cot intolerable? Simply enough, because none of us can actually .uve moro than one life at a time, yet all of us would like to. We'd like to be all sorts of contradic? tory things 'ii.nultaneously? leading ciMrens and gypsies, -rich and re? spected, yet poor and reffkless; young and carefree, but imbued with the wisdom of the ages. We'd like to be president and he right, both at once; ?nd perhaps do a little circus riding on the side, evenings. * 9 * That is the use of novels, o_ story telling, if anyone insists they must be useful. They enable us to extend our ?ires at will. Ari_t that is why his-' 'orical novels will perennially return to popularity, and the best of them will always be popular. They afford the greatest extension, a shift not only in ?pace but in time. Oust now, after * space of intensive living in the pres? ent, of fatiguing self-consciousness, we Some NEW Striking Novels ESCAPE by JEFFERY E. JEFf"ERY A novel about a heroine who finds "this freedom" and? Woes not go to the dogs because She goes into business Mr. Jeff try writes of lier love and lier busi? ness ventures ?.?.;<// genial understanding. His hook by the English critics is railed ''strong, power? ful, moving-.'' $2.00 "HREF, L-ARGFa *_*_>.? I ?TONS SOIa? IN _.N<_ LAND IN ONE MONTH. BATOUALA by RENE M?'.RAN \ novel by the Negro author that won the PVix Concourt. Seih SfiOO copies a day in France. The <ivei .ome this hook has re -, eived has exceeded <>ur expectations, even ?.hough we predicted a phenomenal jueces s. Everywhere it is being talked about. And it is conceded to be as good and powerful in the English translation as in the original. $1.75 Judge Geo. W. Simpson rendered th? following ? tfdict upon these three t-ovks attacked by the Sew York Society for ?he Suppression of Vice. "I have read the books with sedulous care. I find each is a distinct contribution to the liter? ature of the day. Each of the books deals with one or another of the phases of present ?hought,'' WOMEN?NLOVE by D. I!. LAWRENCE This fifteen-dollar book, which the great English author considers Ids own masterpiece, now available in a popular priced, unabridged edi? tion at $2 JO Casanova's Homecoming by ARTHUR SCHNITZLER fteywood Broun: "A glorious piece of work." Limited edition $10.00 A Young Girl's Diary With a Prtface by Siamund Freud The Nation: "It has the rich and satisfying truth of art." $5.00 Don Marquis in The New York Tribune says of P?yt_ot__Jj..?t and tke Ubcohkw-m: "Recommended to read? ers because Lawrence (s a poet, sees deeper and wore clearly than Freud and Jung; he is aim pier and free of their obsession? and absurdi? ties. This essay is a brave clutch at the fun? damental reality of hu? man life. It is an outline, a ?ketch, that may be the beginning of nothing leas than an original System of philosophy." --___$1.50 ^faoMsSelteer, Publisher sZjZ^Jfoh StY??.r N?r York ; m well ready for such an imaginatirc stretching of our arms. The novelist? are equally ready, j George Barr McCutcheon may have njnten "Viola Gwyn" because he thought u would meet a trade demand, but it reads as if he wrote if quite as much to please himself. That is the* first requisite for thev making of an entertaining story, that it shall engage the interest of the author. So he has j produced an excellent novel of its kind, j probably the best he has ever written. I Pioneer days in Indiana were just as | romantic as any other period of his? tory if you think so, and he thought so. i What is more, he enables the reader to think so. He has made his characters live, very likely because they were alive to him, as if he remembered them with an inherited memory or through old anecdotes and bits of gossip heard In childhood. And he has woven those living memories ?bout the framework of a plot; which in its elements might have Kervrid. for the basis of a Greek tragedy. It doesn't turn out a tragedy in his j hands, but that is no defect. The j Greeks bowed to inexorable gods: free j will and common sense had no place in their literary scheme of things. Ap? parently they believed that whoevci made your bed you must lie in it. The j United States, including Indiana, was i founded and grew upon the exactly op ?! positc notion". So Viola Gwyn and Kenneth Gwynne. | finding themselves at once bound to j gether and held apart by the Bin of hei | mother and his father, first cut the jGordmn knot and then tied a new one j It required courage to do it, but thej had plenty. Why not? Rachel Carter J Viola's mother, had shot more than o*u< ( hostile Indian at need, and her daugh | ter was quite ready to shoot a man whe ; insulted her. j All the women were valiant in -tin; I tale; but pioneer women had to be. The*? i did not yet know they wei*e Early Vic i torians. Thus also Molly Hawk knifd i a too amorous swain; and though sh : had to utand her trial, that tho ma jesty of the law might be vindicated I the jury acquitted her in ten minute by tho clock, partly because they knev j she had done right, and partly becaus they had to hurry away to repel a: ?Indian attack. The prosecuting attor ?ney's presentation of his case deserve 'to become a classic. He asked the jur i fiyst: If they had buried Molly's a* | sailant, Jasper Suggs, and second: 1 he was dead. With that the stai j rested. / The whole book is racy of the soi | vigorously written, end well coi ?Btrucled. It will fill the bill for an ?reader for pleasure, and affords ?genuine glimpse of the past as well. >?I ?i? ?L Another tale of bygone days whic ?has an authentic note is Margaret Fu ller's "One World at a Time." Tl i world she recreates is a small on } contained within the circle of a Floric ?plantation, and the time appears to 1 no longer ago than the 80's of tl; ?last century. Yet while it seems mut i further away, the seer e is singular ; vivid; wherein it also has the stan i of remembrance rather than researc It is hardly a novel at all; it is I longish and alw-iys fascinating sketi j of one man, the r.arrator's uncle, own* of the Bellefount plantation. All tl ?other persons are his satellites, r | volving around him, seen by his ligl j Norbct Lapicrrc is an unforgettab ? character. With something the e j tenor of a traditional pirate, hojbi j the heart of a child, and in some Aiea j ure the mind of a scientist. He Iov jail mankind; he even trusted his f< \ lowmen, and whether or not his bu I and manner compelled/ them to respe 'that trust, they never'betrayed it. 1 ? thought he was a practical man. call himself an atheist, but was above i a dreamer, and of a personality powerful he imposed his dream others as a reality. He is incredib ?but true, as some real people are; a he is at times irresistibly funny. He j is a book most certainly written i I lore, and full of charm? ? * * j Likely enough Joffery Farne-1 Is a j other who writes what he best lik? ] sine? he began with what may j called hist?rica! novels when they we not popular at all, and has stuck them steadily. Perhaps it would him gaed. to turn t* the present ? his material ftr a book or so; 1 latest lacks something of zest, fla and falters in its stride. He begins well snough* ninete? year-old Peregrine Vereker, the pocl gentleman and suckling poet, is happy thought for a change from 1 former heroes, blacksmiths and bru ers they mostly were. And, course, he has to send young Peregri out into tho world to find himself; 5 can't bave a story while your hero sitting in the lap of his? maiden at Julia. And it is all right, if a stereotyped, as long as Peregrine sti< to the open road. Highwaymen, eh ing beauties, gypsies, a pugilist tun preacher, and, of course, a phil?sop tinker, an old friend of the Fan public, keep the fir3t half of the bt up to the author's standard. The he ine, too, the gypsy maid. Anna Lev whom Peregrine calls Diana for 1 beauty and spirit, is another lady ? is handy with a knife and livens the action considerably. But about half way through 3 ! Farnol breaks his story in two, and second half is' the hardest to re Diana triumphant as the toast of ? town, Diana educated into a fine la is less captivating than as a hedgei flower; ?nd Peregrine sophisticated a poor sort of cub, while the machin ?f the plot creaks most villainoui It has all a patched-up, made-over s ?it lacks the first fine careless rapt wherewith Mr. Farnol was want ; hurry one past the ?heer impossib ! ties of his tales. His admirers '*. not rejecJt it altogether; it is g enough in ?pota? hai*. it ?certainly ?P?ttyw ,^,.,1,.?i.m?mmmtm W' oodward Itoyd. a former newspaper woman, wife of Thomas Boyd, of St. Paul, Its? written her novel, ''The I.ove Legend" published this ueeh by Charles Scribner's Sons, ft is a story of how four sisters re? acted in different trays to the legend that a Prince Charming mill one day ride up and carry off the girl who is brought up in sweetness and tight Paris News Letter By Lewis Galanti?re AS FAR back as 1 can remember there have been Concerts Touche in Paris, nor can I remember "le p?re Touche" without a bald ?pot in the | middle of his head or a wild black j beard. This season the beard has been i trimmed, though it is still imposing, the mustaches aie carefully combed j out, the nose is as thick as ever and j slightly more red. He still turns j round from his score to glare at late ? comers, as I discovered last evening. I and to hiss loudly at the swells in the ?8 francs se^ts (costliest in the hall). : who whisper during the performance. Touches sixtcen-piece orchestra ? plays in the old hall of the Conser I vatoire. a curious. high-ceilingod ? room, very deep and narrow, cross-* i shaped in this middle, with a stand for j the players in the exact center of its j strange and uncomfortable design. i The orchestra is supported partly by j the national government and partly by the City of Pari?. It plays every j evening except Monday, and on Thurs ? day and Sunday afternoons there are i recitals by the Touche Quartet. j Prices are from two to eight francs, | with seats for about 250 persons. [Francis Touche himself is a 'cellist of ; high order. Save in exceptional cir i cumstances he conducts from a 'cello I score, playing the while his instru ! ment, for his is the only 'cello in the i orchestra. A soloist plays at each per : formance, and one is always happier I when it is father Touche's turn to per ! form. His orchestra never plays the ? same program twice; you may be in i terested in the program? for the cur | rent week. Fri?av?Schumann. Pranolr, Boellmann. ?-Runsky (Antar), JJaendel (concerto for ' i-.v,-? .violins, 'cello and sii-inse?), \Vagn?r, |.>!?>iid*?l-*B?hii. I Saturday?Gutra.ud. T-ierne, Berli?-*;. Ka ! mesi). ?oolrQallaii, . Liado**?-, Schubert, ? Saint-Saens. I Sunday afternoon?**Ur-i.*?'*y, Haydn. Wi| rier, C5rte*r. Beethoven (No. I), Franck. Chausson, Noel-Gallon, Sa?nt-Saens, l?aon del, Lalo. Sunday eveulna?Grief, Schm?t, "De ! Vjssy, Beethoven (No. 1), Wajrnisr, Bruch, : Weber, S?aaneuel. Tuesday. Beethoven festival?-Coiiolanus. I the Pastoral, Romance in F, Leonore No. ? 2, the ?Septet. Wednetiday? Mozart. Franck, Berlin:-., Beethoven (No. ?>. Debussy. . Saint-Sa?ns, I Lekeu, Bizet. Thursday, the Quartet?Berodlne. Cries:. Beethoven (Trio. op. 97). Thursday evening?Warner. It was on Tuesday that I went, and Touche gave the Beethoven program. Certainly, with his orchestra and in such quarters, ho cannot be expected to play like Niklsch or Muck or Stock (who is the best Beethoven conductor in America). But hiB people are hand picked, excellent performers; they are superbly trained; they really love music, and are not neighborhood "pro? fessors," making an accidental living .in music when they should be selling shoes or driving milk wagons. And the fashion in which the half of them played the great septet, an infrequent? ly heard masterpiece, certainly was be? yond the criticism of a listener whose only qualification is a long familiarity ?with this music. ... It is good to get away from the France of Poincarc into the France of the Concerts Touche. ? * * It is good, but it isn't, you will say, the job of the literary reporter. Here is a note more pertinent to my baili? wick. M: Pierr? Benoit, as everybody i knows, is a very popular French novel? ist. He published a romance recently which dealt with revolutionary Ireland and was entitled "La Chauss?e des G?ante." Having read previous effu? sions by M. Benoit. I did not stop to examine this one, but I heard incuri? ously that it was rather favorable to the revolutionists. There must be some error here. For M. Faralicq, the Police Commissioner, received the other morning a young woman by the name of Laferri?re, who announced herself as the fianc?e of M. Benoit and told the following story. M. Benoit, it 'appears, was approached by an individual disguised as a priest, who told him that Mr. de Valora de? sired to ?peak to him privately. He was conducted into the presence of a. number of mask'd gentlemen, who threatened him with revolvers and ot | dere? Jain? 1* ?*Jr?. ?*BW?diately to ??s fianc?e that he was leaving for Dar ?ietal, near Rouen. Then they pushed him into a motorcar and took'him to a deserted convent near Evreux. There he was kept in a cell for two days. On the next day, September VI, he was or? dered 1o send two telegrams to his young woman, dated from Honneur. The first read: "Pierre* Benoit is well. Returns Wednesday." The -second asked her to meet him ?t. Marly, at the Inn of the Bold Rooster. She went there and found him. On the Saturday following-, at 3:45 in the afternoon. M. Benoit was walk? ing: on the Place Vendome (in the heart of Pari-a, vrfth the Rits on one ?de and Morgan's and the Bankers Trust on two others?) and was again kidnaped and hurried off in an auto? mobile. Soon after. Mile. La fernere had a telegram saying that'the Sin? Peinera were taking excellent care of him and would return him to Paris not later than Tuesday. -Meanwhile M. Paul Souday. literary critic of "Le Temps," publishes a letter ?quite by hazard) from M. Benoit, dated from "Lea Jardies" on the Uth of Septem? ber, the date of bis meeting with the lady at. the Bold Rooster. . , . What's the answer? if these were fictional characters and one were free to look for a solu? tion, one might offer the idea that M. X was looking for a wav in which to rid himself of Mile. Y. If M. X hap? pened to be a novelist, it would do much to explain the complexity of his plan. I wonder, if you remember the case of Mme. Bessarabo. which set all France by the ears a few months back. Thin estimable lady of letters (who i? now doing a. life term while her daughter has gone into the iilm in? dustry) tired of her httsband. As every one knows, ennui is the only enduring element in life. Love and hate are spasmodic, infidelity is not only temporary but if; has a finite end regulated by physiological considera? tions; physical violence may be evaded by jumping from a convenient window. Ennui having nearly killed Mme. Bes? sarabo, she niade it the excuse' for the summary execution of her husband. But having shot him, she spoiled mat? ters. She was a women of letters. Therefore?and for no other reason, mind you?she folded him carefully into a trunk and innocently proved her guilt. A simpler woman would have remembered the level of intelligence among jurors in criminal courts. She would have shot her husband, thrown up, a window, called for help?-and been acquitted. - Do you see what I "mean when 1 de? plore the literaiy proclivities of M. X? It may be that certain readers of this page, stimulated by Loti, Trap rock and Batouala, are ambitious of writing travel books of the Sheik type of fiction. If Africa is your objective, I offer you the following code from "L'Afrique Latine," a high authority: Before leaving home it is convenient to provide yourself with local color, ' since you might find very little in Africa. The flora of the Dark Continent is in? comparably luxuriant, but you should describe only the palm trees. You may, however, use the woTds baobab, jes? samine and banana. The fauna, also, is exceedingly varied, but you should restrict your? self to mention of the lion, the camel and the gaizolle. The lion has been somewhat discredited by Tartarin and should be employed with discretion* The gazelle is interesting only for its eyes, which are like those of the full hipped aimeh, moist, narrow and languorous. (.Of course, for her part? the dancing girl always has the eyes ofl a gazelle,) Most important of all ani? mals is the camel, which should be called a mehari as frequently as pos? sible. Contrary to .fee erroneous pronounce? ments of geographers, Africa is the Orient. "Orient" is, of course, a word pregnant with many virtues and is spe? cially recommended as the root of "Oriental." Algeria, it goes without saying, is inhabited by Arabs. Arabia, by Kabyles, Moabites and other exotically named tribes. Arabs are chivalrous, sober and industrious. They cultivate these vir? tues, as well as a few palm trees. The males are always designated as "noble Arabs" and "sons of the desert." Their women are young, graceful and pas? sionate. They have eyes like the gazelle, eat only preserves and dance the danse du ventre. They are also known as "houris." Arab noblemen live on dates, camel-hump flesh and gazelle thighs, which they strip away with daggers. It is permitted to men? tion "kous-kous," "pastek" and "mechui." Their only drink is camel's mi?k. Arabs have no houses; they live either in palaces or tents. Their linen is always of dazzling whiteness and ?they wear only silks, brocaded with gold. Fundamental axiom: They Ai* ?Uwe ?v mint*, ?ri?le? fc ?ad* Mr. Sw.nne.Ws Cinderella By France? Newman ?THE TITRE? LOVERS. Br Fran*. Swin n<?rton. Doran. ?^-ip^HE heroine?if one may he al 1 lowed to designate so Homeri J^ cally a young lady so little es-. traordinary?of Mr. Swinner ton's new story is called Patricia. That, to a reader familiar with the less al? pine reaches of very contemporary fiction, will convey quite sufficiently the quality of this fourth novel after "Noc? turne." If she were called Diana, of course, it would be unnecessary to proceed further than her introduction en the twenty-fifth page, but if the Patricia? descend on the one hand to Mrs. Mabel ; Barncs-Grundy and the less celebrated of the Fowler sisters, and no doubt to even more Avcrntan bibliographical depths, they ascend on the other hand to Mr. Stephen McKenna's "Ninety-sis Hours Leave"?one of the few literary indemnities for the late war-?and to tnat "Patricia Brent. Spinster," whese rise to fortune might have been re? counted by Mr. McKenna in his weak? est moment or by Mrs. Berta Ruck Onions in her most exalted imaginable hour. They may rise even higher, for ne one as yet seems to have written a whimsical essay or a doctor's disserta? tion on the Patricias ef Fiction; but in this particular year of the world's his? tory it is inconceivable that any novel? ist would select a Patricia as lady pro? tagonist of a fiction in the grand man? ner?not, at any rate, a writer on his | eleventh novel who enjoys the advan? tage of being a publisher himself, of 1 5 ,M. diBrcovore*< ^e aging manuscript I of ? The Young Visitcrs," of owning a ! red beard and of lunching opposite Mr. ; Hugh Walpole every Tuesday. ; Mr. Swinnerton, 'it may be assumed, ; knew that Patricia is the name by ; which Cinderella is now usually pre? sented to her. still faithful audience he cannot have intended to rival either "The Brothers Karamazov" or "The Awkward Age." On the sound Crocean I basis of the author's intention, then, '. "The Three Lovers" is to be judged on ? its merits as an amusing love story, j not on its merits as a work of art?as a : Lehar or at most as a Puccini, not as ! a Debussy, muck less as a Beethoven. * a? _ Not in the most Gallic versions is j the first Cinderella said to have had ! eyes for any man except Prince Charm I ing; no other man, indeed, is said to ' have had eyes for her. We have no psychological, no psycho - analytical, light upon the state of her maiden affe?jtions: a husband, a princely hus? band, was a gift to be received with? out reasoning why, as a happy release from separating seeds and ashes, and from, the tyrannies of proud stepsis? ters. But heroines of London's smart Bohemia are not so easily won?even when they are wretchedly lodged, when j their bank balances are vanishing, when they have just had two stories re 1 turned, the improvident creatures will spurn ah honest man's love. When they go to their first studio party, the sub? stitute for royal balls cheerfully ac? cepted by Patrlciaa whose patronym is only Quin, there are, of course, three princes, just as there would be three oranges, or three apparently quite ordi? nary nuts inclosing three increasingly magnificent ball gowns; and the third prince who went out into the world at a tender ago to eeek his fortune I and found it, has all the advantages #f | that first prince who is likely to dis? appear from the tale as early as the barytone usually disappears from an opera. Harry Greenlees. Montv Rosenberg and Edgar Mayne all beheld Miss Quin at the same mement; at the same me ment they found lier adorable?-her lair hair, her beautiful and striking : dress, her clear blue eyes, her delicate I nose, her impetuous mouth, the pecul i ?ar stillness of her attitude. But she ? took them, as young ladies of twenty j two sometimes do, one at a time. Harrv i had his innings first; Harry, who had I been given his Rugby blue ten er 1 eleven years before, had helped Oxford I to beat Cambridge in a "memorable I year, who wrote slangy and vigorous ? sporting articles, who took his fun | where he found it. But Harry's bent of 1 love was not honorable nor his purpose j marriage; Mr. Arnold Bennett's .envie j tion-that Mr. Swimnerten has a dietnrb ? ing insight into the hearts and brains I of girls is borne out by Patricia's tem I porarily broken heart when she real i ized thpt the man she had b*en almost 1 sure she couldn't risk marrying ! thought love unlikely to last Jen? i enough to justify a registry office. Still, j she was not yet sufficiently wounded to recognize the merits of Edgar, no more I than five feet eight and undinstin ] guished in appearance. The second innings belonged te : Monty Rosenber?, who really might ! have come first, since it was his studio party. A slight vanity gave Monty un I failing carriage and add-rees; Oxford, I money, talent, all combined to make | him agreeable; like the immortal Mr. ) Salteena, he was not quite a gentle I man, though a cup of tea in bed would j undoubtedly have latft him calm; he ? was a sublimely and ruthlessly selfish j man, who gave joy to others by ac j cident, pursuing all the while his own luxurious aims: Monty, in brief, was the villain of the piece. There was j never, so she said, any danger of ! Henry Morgenthau ! ex-ambassador to Turkey, has j ?peat the la.t two or three years in writing hit autobiography, which is now published under the title of All in a Lit ?'Time. An original and typical Aster ican story of achievement, $4.00 | W. S. Rainsford i the great preacher who built up j St. George's to ?ne of the stroag ? est parishes in the country, has i written his autobiography under j ihe title of 77?e Slpry of a Varied ! Life. It? interesting, revealing j pictures of great personalities are causing wide discussion. $5.00 Doubieday, Page <___ Co. _i ?__-_-_-_--------_-aar__a___a "No book this year has established a better claim to enthusiastic recogni? tion."?Brooklyn Daily Eagle. ABEL by John Cotarnos ?__um SMB. Patricia's being ia lev? With him; hat he fascinated her, ha tirade her ta ink she was wonderfnl and beautiful i cirio, she also said, bava ta he admiro?, be twnse if you'vo never ?done aaytkingi 'fon have to max? up something te ; 11 vo for?a very nineteenth century : philosophy fer a young lady with liter- : ary ambitious. | The wicked and alluring Monty! eervod bis purpose as admirably as, most villains ????ne frighten ad Pa? tricia into discevt-rlng how much she; loved Edgar and no ???bt into living at least comfertahly evei? afte?*--in( Kensington, in a house den? by Whet-ty, with one of those blue-gray dmwing rooms and one of those old mahogany dining rooms. Only a, person cen genltally incapable of comprehending a cinematograph could h?v? expect***** to leave her anywhere except in the aafe arms ?f Edgar: Edgar bad bogan life as an office boy. And he get to he a ledger clerk. And he became an ac? countant. And then manager. And then partner. Edgar was the industrious ap? prentice, and, by imparting those goods which English people, require from abroad and ?sporting those goods which people?.abroad require- from Eng? land, ha round himself at thirty-seven a man of some wealth, in a position t? buy an Antiquarian's Gazette, sa that a proud old gentlemen might hato something to live en?positively FoPd ian benevolence?and to lend ?2,660 to the villain, all unknowing that the villain meant to pension his ol? love with it and then bear off a spellbound Patricia to the burning .East. That's the kind of tale Mr. Swlnner ton has ehosen to writ? this time and a very pleasant tale of its kind, too? unrivaled, save only for Mr. SicKen na'tj farce, among the Patricia stories. It is an excellent example of writing which is not what should ho called good writing, and which is yet some? how delightfully easy to read in spite of rough phrases which might so easily have been smoothed; and very few of its characters sink into mere types. But it is impossible?-jnst as it was impossible after "Shops and Houses," after "September," after "Coquette"?to resist turning directly from its last page to Jenny, in her hat that had got the droops, to rea--. suie one's self that the story of hei ?rreat night i3, after all, the swift and brilliant delight it was five years ago, It most wonderfully ia, and ungracious as it i-.eer.i3 always to b? throwing c man's own hook in his teeth,. Mi Swinnerton i<* perhaps doomed to be eternally on his title-pages the authoi of -'Nocturne." The Return of "Dr. Dolittle" i ?am vcrrictm o? tftx. ?ox.w-yi.-a., ?y Qe?a iJ*?m?*. *rao y*-odo-<*tait a. util;?* Cmw?T. ^?**ar**??w ?* DOLfTTLE" sad saw \W Belittle-* -repreetttt th? ******^ ?-re-rains ?f children's books that ?list teak a? with "Bevy an? the Get.!?,* with the Wtnrss of F. Anstey end E. Keehttt? if n*t wtth leswia Can-all-h "A??ce'- herself. To any ene whe really cares ?heat that lovely ?specialty kaown as -"heeks ?if chiUren" (rather than the oeel ?a*le ton? of "jcvaniles,") thfa ?t?te ! raont may ?a-uni oxtrem?. W? hope it will, leeeos? ift way cbelien*-? them t? dlscever *b>**. Dolrcttr* for themselves. We ?re content t? ?hMe th? test. Beak? far Andren heve ? lif? ef their own that diff?r? in important re? spects fraai the <? ??sTcSal ?srparienee of other htrek-J, fa? best among taean start ?levty, grew steadily and live tang. It seen*-- almest aa if th*y ?le-1 pended fay their teal establishment j upon the rtenrreat dataand of th? generation, which trat road them in childhood and in turn wish?? it? owe children t? read thtfm. Certainly, this is a natural theory, children ?r? -rare- ! Iy fUscov-mrra e? aew books. . Children liked "Dr. SoiilUe," they will lika his "voyages." Th? double statement runs true for adults, just as it suns true for "Alice" ?nd for Anstey/s "Vic* Versa." Ther? must ho, wo believe, this universality of appeal in any good book that may be by its natura primarily directe? ?t ?no class of readers. The appeal her* is in the art and the feeling of th? two hooks. They are not steril? bec-aus? tksy are not merely "high fantastic?!." Back of the gravo whimsi?siity which children love is the epiri? of a philosophy. Mr. Hugh Loi'Jus*, it is said, was moved to writ? "Dr. Dolilt!?" because h? wished , to counteract, to forestall, the? cruelty ? to animals, which he ?a*?* in the field I daring the Warld War. H? never preach?. Ho is net didactic. S? [tells his siory. Bat beneath it ?nd t?tar-tfBgk it ?e the implication ?f ti?' fan and tbe _*tS_f??t-?n ?hat coa*.*** from oadentandisy animal?. Dr. DoUttte undoratands th*m by un_orw.ar.ding tieir languages. Hi< familiar hoot? in P_4dUby-by-ta*? ? Kanb, kept by bit dach, his dog, bis farret and his monkey Is again fear,* in thl? second book. Bis exploration? ?f the langaag? of shellfish, tb? oldest creature? is tbe world; bis ?ministra trien? to sick animale, bis search fo ? Long Arrow, tb? wisest of all r.atan? ist?, bis errait?, bit shipwreck??.' tb?8? simple tblnga furr.-sh tb? thKaa open which tb? ''adventure?' ar? str?ng. Tb? ?refera ?f tb? b*o!l ?g*-. through the balls themselves, is a? ?siaslug ? bit as any eae, ?!d ?r yeai*. cetild wish t? read. * * ? Talk sl??ly and sin-ply ta ehildsan aad taeir reasoning little wind* ?r? woeb mer? likely te follow ye? tksa If y?a slid?, elide and .amp, Certainly they fallow Delicti? easily and ?_>s?rb ediy. This is partly da? t? tb? si? plicity ai tbe ??eilen, jwrtlr to tbt gentle temp?, bat, ?be*? al!, t? tbe carions ebene ef the artist pen tb?' writes it. Mr. Lofting bas the gift. Il may not bs ?.aostfeaod; it may hardly be even analyzed. If you wish test? m or? y try it en tb? ?mail judges ?? yecr knee who canne* be buncombed "Aro there any pictarea I** they'll b? sere to ask. They always do. Ther? ! are, indeed, pictures?pictures era-* by Ur. Lofting; eeme of tbem calare? ', by bin, toe. They are drawn with the ? sweat reasonableness of the tost an*! when iiey seek it they bar? a coa!;'. i of puro decorativeaess tbat would b? | amtztag from any one who bsd *a?r I written so e-cellent a book. | The children's bookstores, the obi! i ?ren'a libraries, tb? children's beese balds, ?ill want "The Voyages of ?x Dolftt?s" even as they wanted the ?goo?!* do-tor*'? first volnnffe. And if yoo yeui : self wish to help the ?ittl? people t? tbeie* birthright of ir-terasting play hay m stack of tbe books and give them _? their elders. J.B.U. _____? il __M?| Hi-artfiirfi liiiWi ?iMi? a-* .____ ?a iftiifihints il lai When the publicity man flapped a fat type? written manuscript at her Bonnie Delane took one slant said read: "My Past and My People. Bonnie Delane, Famous Silvermount Star, tells ner own storyexcksively for C?oseup* Magazine." Said Bonnie: "This is a revelation not only to the public but to me." 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