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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.
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
A Lenten Dissertation on “The IsSobie Army of For getters"
The Noble Army of Forgotten?!
Have you ever heard of It?
Have you ever happened to consider
the question?
Maybe you belong to the aggregation
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
“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
I take the same to myself.
1 am full of good resolutions.
I always mean to do exactly what 1
promise to do.
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
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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It is the generous spirit who—
Come when it will, is equal to the
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“The Happy * Warrior,'* by A. H. M
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Kniglish, fine imagination, uncommon
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“The Happy Warrior” is above all things j
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given to the local Percival, hut Hollo, j
Ids friend and rival’ and Aunt Maggie,
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sturdy Mr. Hannaford of the “ 'orse
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overlooked, the faithful librarian of the
old Burdon family, a man who in many
ways belongs to the kin of Parson Adams. 1
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
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the world as seen through a child's \
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This in short is the sentiment of
Paul West's very readable novel, “Ju.n
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
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
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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
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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.
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Alexlco is the scene of the story and
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meet with the most unprecedented ad
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sort of thing.
By. Matthew Page Andrew. Illustrated
by J. B. Llpptncott' Company, New
In a charming volume entitled: “The
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Andrews has made a <• :lection of quo
tations friym both northern and south
ern authors, bearing upon the history
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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.
Simon, publisher, New Haven, Conn.
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By "Shirley Carson. George H. Doran
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