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DOLLYETTES A man casts a shovelful of ashes over a “Dead Love” and considers it buried, but a woman is always digging up the remains to enjoy herself weeping again. DOLLYETTES It matters not how insignifi cant a man may be, he always ^“xpects to marry an Ideal Wom an, but it never occurs to him hat an Ideal Woman MIGHT bo looking for an Ideal Man V A Lenten Dissertation on “The IsSobie Army of For getters" The Noble Army of Forgotten?! Have you ever heard of It? Or— Have you ever happened to consider the question? Maybe you belong to the aggregation yourself? Are you one ot the people who will promise anything, knowing you are straightaway going to forget all about it? j There’s a little Proverb that runs like this: “The Chinese promise and don't Intend to perform: we promise and do Intend to perform; the result’s tho same.” Evelina, who is ‘’keeping Lent hard,” to quote her brother's words, was telling Miss Petunia and myself her troubles the other day. “I really think,” Evelina said, contin uing the conversation, “that Grace does ^nean to do the things she promises to do, at the time she offers to do them, but the fact remains that she never does." "She belongs to 'The Noble Army of Forgetters,' ” Miss Petunia said. "It's a very large and growing order, recruited from every walk in life.” “You really can’t depend upon any thing she promises,’’ Evelina continued. “The four of us, Grace, Anne Whit lock. Marla Jones and myself, formed a little Lenten club. We wanted to do something for somebody during Lent, and we decided first of all to cheer up some half a dozen old ladles who are lonely and poor. Grace promised to take the Old Ladles' Home. The rest of us went ahead and did wjiat we promised. We have taken at stated times fruit and flow ers to the hospitals. W*. have found out that Grace hasn't done a single, blessed thing, and it was she who was most enthusiastic about it first. It's the same way about everything else she promises to do." "When you get it down to what it really Is," Miss Petunia returned, "it Is a simple case of a person not being re liable, for anyone who doesn't keep her word, be It about a little thing, or some thing big, is not to be trusted." I kept perfectly still and never did j utter a word because I freely confess I belong to "The Noble Army of For getters." I take the same to myself. 1 am full of good resolutions. I always mean to do exactly what 1 promise to do. •So il behooves me to sit tight In the boat and listen hard and say nothing. "Of course.” Miss Petunia continued, "the conscienceless person we always have with us, but I don't know Shat even that one does so much harm as the one who 'just forgets.’ He's as old as Genesis. Abraham knew him and Isaac and Jacob. All through the Bible if we don't see him we hear the various wise men and preachers warning others against him. It is better not to vow at all than to vow and not to pay.” "The river past and God forgotten, came from the lips of a wise old ob server, who knew’ his book of human nature,” Miss Petunia wrent on with her BY DOLLY DALRYMPLE Lenten diss. htation. We are all like j this. In trouble we are willing to vt^w I anything—to make any promise—Any sacrifice, but when it's past ami there is smooth sailing again, we too drift in and enlist with ‘The Noble Army of | Forgetters'.* Benefits forgot. Why the biggest warehouse in Birmingham might be rented and piled up high to the ceiling, jammed out to each window with the bare list of favors that have been done for people, and which they have forgotten before the corner was turned. The Spanish have compre hended In one brief sentence the ex perience of nearly all those who have tried to be of service. ‘When the berth ! is eaten, the spoon is forgotten/ Is the i cynical old aphorism. I do not think I though that it is always a deliberate j disregard of a favor. Jt is simple for getfulness. It is so easy to forget our obligations. They come in time to slip from us. just ns water does from a duck’s back.” “Lots of times/’ Kvelina suggested charitably, “I suppose people really in tend to repay the favors—the benefits and never are able to do so.” “Very few people do things for other people.” Miss Petunia returned, "with the expectation of being repaid In money. The kind of return that would please them best is gratitude—appre ciation—and that is very rare. A wo man who has money enough to take a poor girl and educate her and bring out some great and wonderful gift that CollysMamhy’s Philos opht De fust time er man sees er ’oman cry he will do any thing on earth to mek her stop, but after the third or fourth time, her tears roll right off uv his feelings lak water off uv er mackintosh. such a one possesses, does so with no thought or pecuniary reward: yet she feels herself repaid an hundred fold, if the girl gives her affection In return for what she has dono for her, and is generous enough to admit It, and tell how it was she was able to culti vate her talent." * "I know one beautiful Instance," Miss Petunia recalled, "whore a young wo man of genius was drudging her life away In teaching In a dramatic school in New York. The secret of this girl's ambition was to write a play, \fler her day's work was done, she hadn't the physical strength for any literary work, A friend of hers came lu some way to know about her ,dream, and so went to her one day and said: "Come: give up this drudgery here for six months or a year. You cun write then what you want 10." "The young women hesitated, but when urged, she did so. in the six months that she was the guest of her friend she wrote a play that lias brought to her a half million dollars, but the rave and beautiful quality of the writer was shown when sho claimed none of the credit for the i xqulsltely successful play, but gave It all to the other woman. One afternoon 1 heard her explain it lu tills way at a little tea party: " You see, tills Is the way It hap pened: You remember what Browning said about Ills friend who wus the genius and himself merely the clever person when that one played the part of a good fairy and gave him leisure to write something he had long dreamed of do ing. It’s the same with me. If my friend hadn't made It. possible for me to 1)6 un worried by making a living those six months, I should never have had the strength or the Inspiration to write the play. She was the genius in the ease, end I merely the clever person. Since then the little playwright's friend lias lost her money, and she makes her life with her. Everything she has made on the play, she has shared with the woman who made it possible to write it.' " "But do you think in Grace's case," asked Evelina, going back to the be ginning of the conversation, "that she would deliberately ignore un obligation? What l said about her forgetting her promise to look after those old ladies wasn’t really such a big thing, after all. I wouldn't want you to think she was like that always.’’ "I know," replied Mis Petunia, "the beginning is always like that. Something is so little that we think it Is of no consequence, and before we know it we are on the way to Join the organization I mentioned. We don't begin on the down grade by ignoring the. big obliga tions; it’s by overlooking the little things we promise. If you will look about you, the people who succeed are those who, when their word is given, stick to It. When they suy they are going to do a thing, you cun depend upon it, it’s al ready as good as done. Jf you promise to meet a friend of yours at the glove counter at 12 o'clock Monday morning, you are morally obligated to be at that place at the hour mentioned, and not dawdling at the lace counter at 1:45. Ufa is a chain niAde up of very tiny links, and when we assume, because the links are tiny, that they are of no importance, we make the first mistake. No engage ment, no promise, is so trivial that any girl can afford to break it without an explanation with the otl\er party.” “The Noble Army of Forgetters,” Misa Petunia concluded, "is not an organ ization that Is any credit to the man or woman, the girl or boy who happens to be enlisted In it.” “It does us nil good to be leotured”. I ventured, “even over some one’s elss shoulder, and I've had my lecture.” “I'm always promising,” Evelina said, "things which I don’t do. Tt is a Lenten reproach that l face around and con fess openly to myself the shameful truth. I agree amiably to do things— often—because I'm two spineless to re- 1 fuse. I agree without really listening to what the request Is back of it. Then i forget. I in a charter member of ‘The Noble Army of Forgetters.* I acknowl edge It.” The Noble Army of Forgetteraf Are you a member of this organiza tion? if so, let's take the pledge together. Since it is better not to vow. than to vow and not. pay, let us have a care when we give our word. Let us today strip off our membership with this conscienceless body. Let us promise few things, but keep each promise. "A LAYMAN S LIFE OF JESUS.” By Maj. S. H. M. Byers. Tim Ileale Pub lishing: Co., New York. It is always with a thirll of pleasurable expectation that one takes up a "religious book” written by "a layman,” to use our rather inane, popular terms. Since re ligions is the profession o? the clergy and 1 elisions knowledge tire stock in trade of clergymen, in the work of a layman we naturally look for freshness of treat ment and viewpoint, and the charm that always attaches to tlie unprofessional and non-academic. If laymen could be in duced to write more frequently on re ligious themes, formal religious would grow vastly In breadth and vitality, and heme in allurement and holding power. Here* is an alluring book. One who wants to walk in Palestine and read afresh the story of the great master from the* viewpoint of a simple lay man, will be thrilled by these fresh word pictures of eastern life: pic tures of the olden time, when the Mas ter walked among the lilies and talked to the peasants of the Galilean villages. A more human story of the Master was never told. All seems from a new standpoint. It is a picture of the ro mance that it was: and of the- tragedy. All is so perfectly real and so beauti fully said, the story 'is so connected^ bo perfectly realistic, so entrancing In dramatic effect, that it will never be laid aside- until one has read to the rery end. It Is absolutely free from the, fog of tradition or creed. "This book might live always,” said a. well known writer on reading the1 advance pages. “Thai part telling of til© murder of John that night by the Dead sea,” said a high dignity of tho church. T read with tears in my eyes," “In other chapters.” said a young lady of culture, "I felt myself in the villages of Palestine: all seemed so real, so beautiful. I had never thought before how absolutely real, how human, how simple, the Great Master really was." The major has been a man of the world, a soldier, a traveler, an ob server, and he knows Palestine at first sight. “Ho tells the story," said a well known writer, “with unaffected reverence: and when the story is told he lays down the pen. What a book for young people! In highest praise be it said, iiero is a book that one can put in the hands of a beloved child." But it is a book for people of any age. and it’s as fascinating as fiction and true as history. THE RAPHAEL BOOK.” An account of the life of Raphael Santi of Urbino, and his place in the de velopment of art. together with a de scription pf his paintings and fres coes. By Frank Royal Fraprie, S. M., F. R. P. S.., with 54 reproduc tions in colors and in duogravur© of Raphael's most characters works. L C. Page & Co., Boston. In the opening chapter of “^The Book I of Raphael,” the author, Frank Royal j Fraprie, makes the statement that “there! is no more lovable character in ttye history ; of art than Raphael,” and lives up to i Albert Bigelow Paine and the Late Mark Twain at Bermuda the asservation throughout the 10 chap ters of the beautifully illustrated and handsomely hound volume, in which lie has told a most interesting story in a decidedly new way of the great artist. “The Divine Raphael," as we are wont to call him, never grows old, and his is a name and a personality that time can* not wither or custom stale and which the writer's pen can fluently deal with. This Mr. Fraprie has done extremely j well. i It is the same old story, to be sure, but It is very cleverly told and the strik ing characteristics which lie has brought out and the beautiful selections from the paintings and frescoes of Rahpael which he lias chosen to include in this vol ume arc a tribute to his good taste and fine judgment in matters of art. “The Book of Raphael" is an ornament to any library and an instructive study for young and old. “THE HAPPY WARRIOR.” By A. S. M. Hutchinson. Frontispiece by Pahl Julion Meylan. Little, Brown and Company. Boston. Who is the happy warrior? Who is ho That every man in arms, should wish to be? It is the generous spirit who— Come when it will, is equal to the need— , Who, with a toward or untoward lot. Prosperous or adverse, to his wish or • not— Plays In the many games of life that one Where what he most doth value must j be won; When neither shop of danger can dismay Nor thought of tender happiness be tray. WORDSWORTH. “The Happy * Warrior,'* by A. H. M Hutchinson, Is a new novel of great in terest and charm, rich in promise of fu ture work and bids fair to be an un qualified success in America as well as England. It is now a little less than two years since "The Broad Highway” took the public by storm, adding a new’ name to the world's great novelists and giving unlimited delight to a vast multitude of readers. Those who have read “The Happy ’War rior" predict that it will be as remark able a literary surprise. The author lias everything that a great author should possess: clear, forcible Kniglish, fine imagination, uncommon strength of characterization, and pathos and humor in the highest degree. Ti/ plot of “The Happy Warrior** is unusual. Its love Interest is sweet and pure, and there is a light of which it may truth fully be said that there is nothing more virile and tense in literature. The author has justified the confidence of those who anticipated that Ids “Once Aboard the Lugger-” was the herald of far greater things. Although his new' novel, "The Happy Warrior,” begins on a plane reminiscent of his first book, it soon rises to a far higher level and sus tains that elevation to the close. There is the same easy command of humor, the same vivid characterization, the same terse style, the same atmosphere of sin cerity. but tg all these things Mr. Hutch inson has added a deeper searching of the springs of human emotion, a. sound ing of lower depths and a scaling of greater heights. In fine, he has produced one of those rare novels which leave the Scadcr as in a trance, w'bich set thought and emotion on lvsng journeys, which I warm the heart with a glowing affection for all human kind. “The Happy War* j rior” Is a triumph of construction, har monious in its scale and proportion of| parts, alive with the play of humor and j pathos, distinguished for its llrm grip on character, tingling with interest in in cident and development. “The Happy Warrior” is above all things j a novel of character development. The, j chief place in the gallerdy is of right ! given to the local Percival, hut Hollo, j Ids friend and rival’ and Aunt Maggie, and the bird-like Miss Prudie, ami the. sturdy Mr. Hannaford of the “ 'orse farm,” and Dora, the “Hnow-white-amJ-! Hose-Red” idol of Perrivul'8 adoration, and, above all. Japhra, the gypsy, and his! | gypsy daughter, ima. will surely tak<‘ the fancy of all who love to dwell apart with the dream children of the world ofj imagination. Nor should Mr. Amber he overlooked, the faithful librarian of the old Burdon family, a man who in many ways belongs to the kin of Parson Adams. 1 “JUST BOYS” By Paul West; George II. Doran com pany, New York. “The Boy Skurge," as he delights o sign himself, has removed with his parents to a small New England town, whence scribbles to Ills “Cons. Gorge" absurdedly misspelled accounts of his adventures. - His letters arc a perfect record of the misunderstood conspiracy' of boy hood; Imagination is his wishing stone by which In* can change himself at will into an Indian or a pirate. Even when his intentions are philanthropic, he not infrequently does damage. He a niiji chievous, healthy young specimen, typi cally American. Here, as truthfully as in Huckleberry Finn, we get a humorous glimpse of the world as seen through a child's \ eyes—a topsy-turvy rushing world, which seems specially Invented to puz zle and make fun for little boys. This in short is the sentiment of Paul West's very readable novel, “Ju.n Boy.” “ANDREW THE GLAD" By Maria Thompson Daviess, Illustrat' d by R. M. Crosby; the Bobbs Merrill company, Indianapolis. Again In her latest story, Andrew the Glad, as In her irresistible book, The Melting of Molly, Marla Thompson J)a IviesB draws/a de lightful picture of life in the ever picturesque valley of Har peth, Tennessee. It is another enter taining romance of the south, a hearty, sympathetic, refreshing tale that pos sesses all of the charm of atmosphere for which the author is noted. Tim pages are fairly lighted by her engaging knack of humor and her captivating originality. In it tl»e soft, cloud like gray' of the Confederacy and the bright, union blue of the north mingle themselves in a flood of peaceful color. Jt is a story of IF YOU AREA DRINKING MAN You had better stop fit once or you'll lose your job. Every line of business is closing its doors to '‘Drinking'’ men. It may be your turn next. By the aid of ORRINJ3 thousands of men have been restored to lives of sobriety and indus try. We are so sure that ORRINK will ben efit you that we say to you that if after a trial you fail to get any benefit from its use, your money will be refunded. When you stop ‘Drinking,” think of the money you’ll save; besides, sober men are worth more to their employers and get higher wages. Costs only $1.00 a box. We have an interesting booklet about ORRINK that we are giving away free on request. Call at our store and talk it over. Eugene Jacobs' Drug Store, 1004 Sec ond avenue. Fulton Bros., Bessemer, Ala. m lofty purpose and fine, tender southern feeling. The reader breathes In the balmy air of the south—the new south, in a large, measure, but still freighted with the perfume of other days. The characters belong to the south’s new order, chiefly the order of wealth, culture and society. The love affairs of two sets of young people are involved. There is a granddaughter of tlie Con federacy practical, business like, mod ern and a youth, pleasure loving, hap hazard, inconsistent. There is a maid from the north, sentimental, clinging, sensitive, and a lad, serious, Intent, pur poseful. It might be said, and correct ly. too, that there are two heroes and two heroines, so closely Is the texture of the two love plots woven and inter woven and so well poised are the four • hief characters. But at the same time neither phase of the story loses any of its individuality, the double purpose serving only to enhance a new antithe sis that MIhs Daviess has cleverly cre ated in the characters of the two "hcro inofjJ’ For the author lies lent a truly novn touch to her story by trading, as it were, the traits which one might ex pect to find predominant in the two women, wno represent the two forever differentiated sections of the country — tiie north and south. Andrew, "the Glad,” of this story, it is explained, is the .eeond ol his family to bear the title. His father acquired it in his boyhood and retained it to his death. And even when he found himself on the brink of dependence and poverty, after he had lost all lie possessed over a dice box to Peters Brown, the carpetbagger Andrew Pervier. the first Andrew, "tic Glad,” could not repress a smile as he thought how fate mocked him. And after ward. this same Peters Brown married the beautiful Mary Caroline Darruh, .1 Harpeth girl, and carried her back with him to his home in the north. Brown adored his wife, and whetf she died he tided to bring up bis daughter to bo a:* much like her mother as possible. The best idea In the story is the re turn of Mary Caroline Brown, daughter of this same carpetbagger, to her moth er’s old home. Ignorant of her father’s standing in the south, after his death she comes there to get acquainted with her mother's people and to perpetuate her mother’s name among them. 8tie meets Andrew, wdio has .lust returned fresh from his triumph as a civil engineer in Panama. Having been injured In the collapse of a bridge on the Ithmus. An drew is In that interesting state of con valescence that invites the hovering at tentions of all his women friends. Be sides, he is a playwright and a poet, and with his pretty sentimentalism has won a place in their hearts. Mary Caroline recognizes Andrew at their first acci dental meeting, though he is Ignorant of her Identity, and rhe frankly confides that she has been *ro worried" about him. And then, at their formal introduction, Andrew finds that this girl, whom he has begun to love, is the daughter of the man responsible for his father’s tragic death, the man who made the beginning of his fortune by taking advantage of the weak ness of Sender. The terrible struggle of emotions and the dire disappointment which the lad experiences add a powerful element to the story. Miss Daviess has created two noble, old characters to shape the destinies of these young people. They are the madam and the major, two guardian angels of the olden days, not c.t all like the usual madams and julep drinking majors %>f fiction, but stately figures, young enough In hear to fall in with the new ways. There exists between them and their charges that full spirit of confidence, de void of familiarity, thorough good fellow ship and comprehending sympathy that grows up between young an dold when tact and tenderness rule in daily life. Andrew’s simple confidence In Phoebe, his confidante since childhood, and the great admiration and friendship of David for Mary Caroline afford a warmth of ten der feeling. To add zest to the book an amusing po litical situation has been introduced that is done with a light touch and affords an opportunity for some interesting com ment There is a ’possum hunt that is good and serves a subtle and original purpose. There are many good saj lugs. «om# exceedingly natural talk and MR. a. W. 0<i!)KN Author of “Home Peace” phrases galore that will remain in the memory of the reader. “KEN WARD IN THE JUNGLE" By Zano Grey; Harper Brothers, New York. A story of adventure is always ac ceptable, particularly when It Is original ami well told. Thrilling escapades and daring epi sodes In which men risk their lives in hazardous places enlist the attention of even the most anaemic of readers, and when a story like "Ken Ward in the Jungle" makes Its appearance or. the literary horizon, it Is sure to make its way even into remote parts of the reading world. Alexlco is the scene of the story and through the jungles of this tropical country Ken Ward amt his companions meet with the most unprecedented ad ventures, experiences and escapes, call ing for all their nerve and daring to which they respond very manfully and bravely. "Ken Ward In the Jungle" is an ideal book of adventure arid should not b * missed by readers who are fond of that sort of thing. "THE DIXIE BOOK OK DAYS." By. Matthew Page Andrew. Illustrated by J. B. Llpptncott' Company, New York. In a charming volume entitled: “The Dixie Book of I lays," Matthew Page Andrews has made a <• :lection of quo tations friym both northern and south ern authors, bearing upon the history and the literature of the south. The sentiments ar» apropos and fitting In every Instance and the aim of the author seems to be to show the south has at all times been thoroughly na tional In Us attitude. As a gift “The Ui-:i Book of Days" would he acceptable and a: ail addition to a library It would be of value. OTHER BOOKS RECEIVED. RE VIEWS LATER "ANTHONY AND HERO.” AND "SHORT STORIES." By Slmmie F. Simon, publisher, New Haven, Conn. "THE DRAQOM." By George K. Stiles. Harper Brothers, New York. "THE MOTTO OF MRS. McLANE." By "Shirley Carson. George H. Doran Company, New York. "CHEAP TURKEY." B* Edwarfc Macauley & Co., New York. I'nexampled Courage From the Louisville Herald. lie was the small son of a bishop and his mother was teaching him the mean ing of couruge. "Supposing." she said, "there were twelve boys in one bedroom, and eleven got into bed at once, while the other knelt down to say his prayers, that boy would show true courage." • "Oh." said the young hopeful. "I know something that would be more coura geous than that. Supposing there were twelve bishops in one bedroom and one got into bed without saying his prayers." 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