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AS WOMAN TO WOMAN
By rj'TH CAMERON
B HE other day I overheard a
B girl at a counter next me making
her choice between a cheap but
tiretty collar and an expensive piece of
good lace.
She finally chose the piece of real
lace. "/ cant possibly afford it," she
said to her companion, "but I'll charge
it, and I guess it'll come out all right.
I can't bear things unless they
are nice."
'7 know it, my dear," said the
ether firl *'Wn A* ~..-L «..J i^
i...w H ui. i hi ao nave sucn good taste.
Whereat the first girl smiled a smile of evident self-approval and tucked
the piece of lace that she could not possibly afford into her muff with an air
omfilete satisfaction.
She evidently felt a great pride in that taste of hers which wouldn't let
r be content with things that were within her income.
And m the l feeling, she was typical of a large class of people.
I know a woman who all her life has kept her husband in debt because
she wouldn't have anything cheap in her home. Her silver must be solid,
though his income was decidedy plated; her floors must be hardwood when
she should have been content to have them painted. In short, she insisted that
king must be all wool and a yard wide, although her husband's salary
was mostly cotton and much nearer eighteen inches than a yard.
She felt that she would degrade herself by admitting anything cheap into
her home.
In reality, she vould have raised herself, since she would have been doing
That every just and square man or woman ought to do — making her tastes
inn to her income, no matter how badly it hurt.
Idont deny that to have good iasie is a reason for pride. It is good to
eppreaate the beautiful and the real, and to dislike the cheap and shoddy; and
it is good to be able to gratify these tastes.
But it is not good to place these tastes and their gratification above our
sense of justice and above our duty to our fellow men. And that is what any
man or woman is doing who lives benond his means.
tier all. when you come to think of it, all that we believe is true, these
material things that We sell our lives for are nothing but chaff which the wind
driveth away. Did you ever look around your living room and see all those
'.-\t?£s that you've worked so hard to own and collected so painstakingly and
f'iddenly realize how very little they meant? In themselves they are valueless.
!i is nnh because we have agreed together to call them valuable that they are
so. What are they to be compared with honor and justice and other absolute
end eternal things ?
Of course it's only once in a while that a corner of the veil lifts like that,
but even that brief, occasional vision ought to £eep us from completely losing
the right sense of value*.
A large contingent of Boclety folk
wharf Saturday afternoon to
bid eronr-hv to i and friends who
the M'ingoljfi for Honolulu
and the orient. Among I o took
Hawi I in islands were
Mr. and Mrs. Henry GaHliard Smart,
who have been visiting for some weeks
in this city as the guests nf Mrs.
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Miss Virginia Relknap, who was the
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Irene Sabin and John A. Merrill, the
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THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, MONDAY, FEBRUARY Ik 1913.
FOREMOST WOMEN
WRITERS TO MARCH
"Mrs. Helen H. Gardener/ ,
"Owen Kildare" and Miss
Mary Johnson Enlist
(.Special Dispatch to The Call)
WASHINGTON, Feb. I«.—One of the
features of the suffrage parade on
March 3 will be the presence among
the massed "petition in petticoats" of
women writers, famous throughout the
world.
These women include "Owen Kildare,"
otherwise Mrs. Leita Kildare Adams,
Mrs. Seldon Day, wife of Colonel Day,
IT. S. A., known to readers as "Mrs.
Helen H. Gardener"; Miss Mary John
son of Richmond. Va., who wrote "To
Have and to Hold' and "John Oliver
Hobbes," who among her intimate
friends is just Alice Lee Mouque.
And "Owen Kildare" gives us assur
ance that among the American suf
fragettes, the pen is deemed far might
ier than the sword or the brickhat.
Mrs. Adams is indignant at some wild
statements of the "antis."
"It is shameful —it is scandalous,"
she said today, "the things they are
saying about the movement and its
leaders in this country.
"One anti-suffragette has just de
clared that the women supporing the
movement are socialists.
"Socialists". Just think of that! I
wonder if she meant to include Mrs.
O. M. P. Belmont and other wives of
wealthy men who are ardently with us?
The Call's Daily Short Story
MISS ANNE
A. MARIA CRAWFORD
"Well. Tom Marshall!" exclaimed
Carrington Humes, meeting the new
arrival on the hotel veranda. "It's
good to see you in these old moun
tains again. It must have been ten
years since you were here. Jolly crowd
of ours in those days'."
"Yes." said the big fellow, reminis
centb-. looking for familiar places
about the hotel, "and I have never for
gotten any one of you."
"Two or three of our old time friends
are here v/ith their families. Funny,
isn't it. that the very men who courted
their sweethearts on the banks of the
trout streams around here are now in
the same places teaching their sons to
fish? But they're angling with differ
ent bait these days and looking for a
different catch." he laughed. "By the
way, old man, Anne Trayner is here,
and as pretty as ever."
It was the very news Marshall was
hoping to hear.
"Anne Trayner. did you say?" His
voice broke a little. Ho seemed to
master himself with an effort. "Who
— whom did she marry?"
"Anne? She wouldn't have one of
us. Half the men I know have been
in love with her. For a long time T
thought she was ambitious to go into
op«ra. Her voice is wonderful, but so
far she has never attempted to shine
behind the footlights." He surveyed
the corduroy clad figure before him re
flectively. (Jossip had maintained that
this same splendid specimen of man
hood had jilted the much adored Anne.
"Ever care for her yourself?" he asked
easily.
"Is she stopping at this hotel?" ques
tioned Marshall evasively in return.
"No; oh, no." Carrington Humes held
out his hand cordially. "See you again
at dinner. I'm busy with a debutante
this afternoon."'
Ho Anne Traynrr was in the moun
tains! He wondered how she would
greet him, how she would bridge the
years that spanned their river of youth.
Ten years was a long time to remem
ber, and yet every girlish charm Anne
had possessed was stamped on his
memory, although he hod left her for
Polly Neilson and her millions. He had
felt an imperative need for money ami,
boylike. without counting the cost, he
had married the little hoiress, keeping
his father's honor inviolate before his
business associates, but sacrificing his
own youth and happiness in the effort.
Marshall had aged, suddenly, but he was
not a cad, and his little wife had lived
and died believing that her husband's
heart was hers, and that business cares
had touched his brown hair with gray
and set the sad lines about his mouth
that no gayety could quite take away.
Interested groups of women watched
him leave the hotel, saw him pause and
then take the road that led past a num
ber of picturesque bungalows built on
the crest of the mountain. He walked
rapidly until he came in view of a little
gray stone cottage perched like a gen
tle brooding dove, guarding the peace
of the valley below. The spot had been
his trysting , place back in those years
when youth and love made his heart
beat high. The two had planned just
such a mountain home. Scarlet trum
pet blooms on the porch vines swayed
like ringing bells in the breeze, ferns
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ROSALIE'S ARMY
GREETED BY MOB
Suffragette Hikers Forced to
Run Gauntlet Entering
Philadelphia
DUnateh to The CalU
PHILADELPHIA, Feb. 16— "Gen
eral" Rosalie Jones and her army en
tered Philadelphia in triumph tonight.
The largest crowd the army ever ex
perienced was on hand to meet them.
There was almost a riot at the Cam
den ferry, when several hundred men
and boys tried to break into the thin,
tired out line of pilgrims. There were
only a few policemen on the iob and
the Jeering scrambling, pushing mob
had the suffragettes at their mercy
for many blocks. Mere men have their
uses in this world, it was then learned.
The biggest war correspondent
stalked protectingly at the gener
al's side The next biggest grabbed
Colonel Craffe banner in one hand
and her left elbow in the other.
George Bugler, who is as big as two
Martha Klatschkens, took the little
corporal under his arm and together
they charged the mob.
A halt for tea was ordered at the
headquarters of the eastern district of
the Pennsylvania suffrage organiza
tion There the army, wearily pick
ing up stores and knapsacks, proceeded
to Hotel Walton.
lined the gravel walks and sweet, old
fashioned primroses grew beside the
steps.
"Can you tell me who lives in that
little stone house?" Marshall asked a
small boy who came swinging down the
road.
"Can't you tell without asking? "Why,
that house just looks like Miss Anne.
Everybody says so. My Aunt Kitty
told mother that half the men come
here just to soe Miss Anne."
"Is she pretty?"
"Yes, she looks like an angel. Her
best beau came yesterday. Mother
thinks they'll get married. Won't those
fellows over at the hotel feel bad about
it? Why, honest to goodness," con
fided the small go#sip, "they're all
crazy about 'her. My brother Bob
thinks she is the loveliest woman in
the world. 1 heard him tell her so last
night."
Marshall sat down on a big bowlder
and lighted a fresh cigar.
"Who is the man she is going to
marry?"
"He writes songs for her to sing, and
she can sing, too. You'll hear her soon.
She always sings about this time of
day. I'm going for the mail. If you
wait here, I'll see you again when I
come back."
Far over the valley the Betting sun
burned crimson, tinting the windows in
the little stone house the color of the
trumpet blooms that rioted over the
porch. A trim little maid appeared, and
through the open door Marshall saw a
blazing three foot log in the old fire
place. It was a picture that his youth
conjured up. and his fancy had caught
and clung to it until the scene had
grown to be his destined goal, elusive
as a dream, yet always luring h!m on.
Tlio twilight deepened, and the evening
star, radiant as the far famed beacon
of .ludea, shone over the quiet valley.
Lost la dreams, Marshall sat there, and
presently, but into the peaceful still
ness, came Anne's voice, singing her old
appealing love song for him. "I hear
you calling me." So he had called her
in his heart, ceaselessly through the
yca;s. Had she heard? Had she un
derstood?
"I hear you calling me, though years
have stretched their weary length be
tween " Anne's rich voice rang , out
in mellow sweetness across the moun
tain.
Lights flashed in the windows of all
the houses along the road, but the lit
tle stone house remained unlighted say?
for the glowing hickory logs that made
summer of early spring. "I hear you
calling me." The words wore almost
whispered, yet Marshall heard, and get
ting to his feet, he started toward the
singer. As he went up the fern lined
pathway, he saw Anne in the door
way, her white dress touched to color
by the rosy flames behind her.
"Anne, dear Anne," he said humbly,
"I heard your voice and it brought
back such a train of tender memories
that 1 feel Just like a boy again. The
little dream house we planned together
came true for you, didn't it?"
"It's very real. Tom. "Won't you come
in?" She had schooled herself for just
such a meeting and had herself well in
hand.
She lighted a lamp and po presented
the little house, built according to their
youthful dreams, for his inspection.
His eyes took it all in quickly and then
went back to the slender, beautiful
woman by the fire whom Time had
passed without taking his customary
toll of youth.
"I have wanted to see you again.
Anne," he began quietly and tensely,
"to explain something to you which T
hope you will be good enough to hear
for my own sake."
"What is it, Tom?" She turned to
ward him and the firelight caught a
little jeweled pin in the laces of her
gown. It had been his last gift to her.
"You knew that I loved you and that
I married Polly for her money. I ac
knowledge all that. Then? were, how
ever, mitigating circumstances that
seem to lessen my guilt. 1 was young
and I did not stop to consider that I
was wronging three people to save one.
jMy only thought was my duty to pro
tect father."
"Protect your father?" Anne's voice
was only a whisper. "How? , *
"Hβ became financially involved. I
bought his honor at the expense of my
own. There is only one tiling that is
not reprehensible in my part of it.
Polly was happy. She lived and died
without suspecting why my hair turned
gray in a few weeks and why I forgot
how to smile. I have heard your voice
calling me through every day of those
lost years. That was my penalty. I
loved you then. I love you now and yet
I can not hope even for forgiveness."
"I. too, have paid a penalty, yet per
haps, it was for the best."
"Then you cared, Anne?" he cried
brokenly. "If I could only have suf
fered for both of us!"
"I tried not to think of you, but a
robin outside my window wafbling a
lilting love song, sang of you; the wind
sighed your name to me, and every or
chard, sweet with May blossoms, was
fragrant with memories of you."
"And whenever I saw or heard any
thing beautiful. I, too, thought of you.
When did you forget. Anne?"
A nightingale called plaintively to his
mate In the dusk outside.
"I was calling you tonight when you
came," she said softly. "I have always
I known that some day you would come
back to me."
And there In the little house of his
boyish fancy he came at last to his
destined goal that, elusive as a dream,
had always led him on—to her.
(Copyright. 1013, by the McClurc Newspaper
Syndicate.]
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BOOK REVIEWS
READ 'BUNKER BEAN'
AND LAUGH ALOUD
Alert, lngeniouM and A miming.
"Bunker Bean" is beyond all whoop
ing, it Is more than a story; it is a
topic of conversation. You have to
be very quick indeed these days if
you wish to ask any one whether lie
or she has read "'Bunker Bean." He
or usually asks you first. There
are sig-ns, too, that in book form Bun
ker Bean is insinuating , his amiable
presence into sacred precincts of cul
ture .whither the weekly serial never
I penetrates.
It would be an impertinence if it
] were not an impossibility to describe
or to outline the plot. The story is
an orgy of "live wire" Americanism,
filled with the atmosphere as well as
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And just as Mr. Pnaith can do and has
done better things than "The Principal
I Girl," , so Mr. Wilson can do better
! tilings than "Bunker Bean." In sup
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ent story, which will be considered by
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least alert and extravagant, is, from
one point of view, the best. This is
I the part that deals with the youth of
Mr. Wilson's remarkable hero. There
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atmosphere, for which one may look
in vain in many serious biographical
novels. The rest of the story—the
part that makes you laugh aloud—
I shows workmanship, too. but the thing
we at is extravaganza and not
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It is the author's subtle art that makes
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writers without Mr. Wilson's percep
tion or skill. It is only necessity to
note the precision with which he
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text, producing an effect similar to
that produced by a completed harmony
in music. But now that Mr. Wilson
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of popular taste he will probably go
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rate of one a year (one can almost
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vote himself to more serious work.
In '"Bunker Bean" lie has adroitly
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Christian Science, spiritualism, class
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MACKAYE'S POETRY
Klpct on William Vntißlin Moody, a
Renl Contribution to Hie Poetry
of Our Period
Percy MacKaye's "Uriel" is a great
poem. In making this statement the
full import* of the adjective employed
is borne in mind. It is usually
enough to Bay <>f the best contem
porary poetry that it is "distinguished."
"Uriel" which gives title to a recent
ly published collection of Mr. Mac-
Kaye's poems, has qualities that raise
it definitely out of mere excellence
into the eatagory of works the beauty
and fitness of which partake of the
absolute. When "Uriel* , was oriarinal
ly published in the North American
Review two things happened. Ameri
can poetry received a contribution such
as :l has received only at rare inter
vals, and Mr. MacKaye decisively es
tablished his rlprht to be placed in the
foremost rank of living poets.
•iriel" is an elegy on the late Wil
liam Vaughn Moody, than whom none
has a clearer claim to recognition as
the master poet of a nation. The poem
rhould address itself to the interest of
all lovers of poetry because It cele
brates the passing- of a great singer,
because it has nobility and beauty,
and because it is the only elegy of
consequence written by one of the
present generation of English poets.
SHORTER
REVIEWS
VARIETY AIB HUMOR
The intention of J. E.
novel, "The Brown's," is to amuse. The
Story is builded around the Jives of a
mother and daughter who live in a
small town in Yorkshire, whence they
finally venture to London and to the
continent, taking with them their pro
vincial ignorance of the ways of the
world. The author conducts them
through an endless variety of social ad
ventures in which they display a naive
aptitude for making amusing blunders.
Fie extracts a quiet and consistent
humor from the situations in which he
places his characters and threads them
through with a plot which deals with
a family inheritance and a double ro
mance. (George H. Doran Co.; $1.25.)
"POETRY"
"Poetry: A Magazine of Verse," The
little periodical which was started in
Chicago a short time ago, devoted ex
clusively to the publication of poetry,
is upholding a high standard of ex
cellence. Two California poets. George
Sterling and Clark Ashton Smith, were
represented in the December number.
The January number contains a poem
by Nicholas Vachel Lindsay entitled
'General William Booth Enters Into
Heaven." which Is one of the most re
markable poems that have appeared in
America in a long time. The February
number of "Poetry" is devoted to the
work of Arthur Davlson Ficke and
Witter Bynner.
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'Madison Hood," by Hamilton Drane,
is the story of a young pioneer in the
Missouri river country whose uncon
ventional religious views are imposed
upon the narrative throughout. Hood
is a rough diamond, a lawyer, and
makes himself a power In the commu
nity in which he lives. The villain of
the tale is a Methodist minister, who
is Hood's rival for the hand of Lucy
Thornton. When it transpires that the
minister is already provided with a
wife Hood magnanimously takes his
part. (Hamming Publishing company;
$1.25.)
"A Blot on the Escutcheon," by
May Wynne, is a story of adventure In
England and France at the time of the
French revolution. The hero of the
romance is a young Englishman. wboM
family has tven disgraced. The fam
ily of his sweetheart is also th.vat
ened with dishonor, but the Mot on
the escutcheon is finally removed and
the story ends happily. (R. F. Fennu &
Co.; $1.25.)
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"Which One?" by Robert Ames Ben
net. The author of this story has made
PORTER GARNETT
In it the high traditions of the Eng
lish elegy are revived.
One might contend that the burden
of proof rest* with those who would
deny that "Uriel*! is a great poem.
It may be said that this poem calls
attention to itself as a communion
with the muse in one of her proudest
and shyest moods. In reading it one
feels the poet's reverence for the
poet, the friend's love for the friend,
the artist's respect for his art. One
sees in it an intense feeling held in
check by the desire of beauty and a
sense of the dignity of the spirit.
Its beauty of image and epithet is
singularly pure. The poem is no
where marred by feebleness, by over
emphasis, by affectation, or by ex
cess of effort. The result is an in
tegrity of tone maintained upon a
level of high and effortless beauty.
It is interesting to note in this con
nection with what art the poet breaks
the mood of spiritual contemplation
and permits his memory to draw from
the data, of life without disturbing
the poem's integrity of structure, a
swift impression of the man as he
lived.
"Uriel" shows Mr. MacKaye bringing
to perfection that modernity of man
ner which he has expressed with such
consistency, discretion and individual
ity in his earlier poems. But although
he employs the gesture of modernity,
he is never guilty of its excesses. No
other contemporary poet has extended
the poetic vocabulary with more sanity
and judgment; none has*, while freeing
hlm?e!f from the shackles of classical
prosody, exhibited greater mastery in
obtaining effects by means of altered
rhythm and stress.
All the poems in the volume are
commemorative in purpose, and there
i<? something about their impersonal,
objective and interpretive character
that gives to the collection an interest
such as few books of poetry possess.
The unusual interest of the volume will
be instartly recognized by whosoever
looks into it. There is much art and
much beauty in these poems, and when
the occasion demands, as in "The Bard
of Bouillabaisse" (written for the cen
tenary of the birth of Thackeray),
there is much cleverness.
"The Sibyl," addressed to Edward
Gordon CraUr upon the publication of
his volume, "T'pon the Art of the The
ater." is a perspicuous and exquisitely
wrought tribute to a man revered by
artists und reviled by the rabble. Mr.
MacKaye expresses this artfully and
incisively in the following lines:
TiicTi the rated oaea tad Winded,
AwJ thf timid, callous minted,
clutch thn children's ilewes and stare,
Crying: '\Vi';it behold you there?
Tlirrp is nothinu!" Rut thf> lovpr
And the jroopg of Nral, his friend,
And tile artNt follow nfter
Thr children In Ihpir
And thf daring half discover
And the lumm'V roinprehpiid.
"Tn the Bohemian Redwoods" is a
lyric expanded from the form in which
it originally appeared in a little paper
published in the Bohemian club's grove
during the encampment of 1910. The
dating of this poem at "San Rio" (evi
dently a mistake for Monte Rio) would
seem to indicate that the author of
"Sappho and Phaon" is innocent of in
formation regarding , the vicinity.
Published by IJoughton-Mlfflin com
pany. Price, $1.
KATHLEEN NORRIS
DEPICTS CALIFORNIA
Clever Short Storlea That First Made
Antive Author's Reputation Ap
ponr in Rook Form
A majority of the tales in "Poor,
JVar Margaret Kirby and Other Sto
ries," by Kathleen Norris have Pan
Francisco and other places in Califor
nia for their settings. In these the
suggestion of local color and loral at
mosphere is intimately suggested, par
ticularly (for the reviewer) in "Misa
Mix. Kidnaper," which introduces a
fictitious city editor of The Call tele
phoning instructions to £he compos
ing- room about a "front page story."
Mrs. No?ris' stories are uniformly
optimistic in tone. Some of them show
a strain of discreetly managed pathos,
while others are frankly cheerful and
still others frankly humorous. The
tale already mentioned falls In the
last category as do "S Is for Shiftless
Susanna. ,- "Making Allowances for
Mamma" and several others. It would
be a difficult reader, indeed, who
would not be moved to mirth by Su
sanna's , mishaps or by the most amaz
ing of mothers In law for which al
lowances must be made."
The frankly humorous stories are on
the whole the best in thn collection.
Those into which pathos and sentiment
enter show a resolute wrench at the
skillful use of the interesting phenom
ena of plural personality with which
we have been made acquainted through
the investigations of Dr. Morton Prince,
to whom Mr. Bonnet dedicates his
story. "Which One?" has originality,
fancy and humor. (A. C. McClurg &
* * *
"The Two Gods," by Walter S. Cramp,
A romance of the Saracens- in Spain.
The hero. Beltran, a student at the
University of Cordova, attains happi
ness by forsaking Christianity for the
faith of his fathers. The story is
largely a discussion of the two re
ligions. (Richard G. Badger; $1.23.)
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"Para," by Frances Stocker Hopkins,
is a picture of Pennsylvania country
life in the first decade of the nine
teenth century. in this setting the
romance of Sara Vanderpoel and her
English lover is told with humor and
address. (Neale Publishing company;
$1.20.)
'The People's Books." a library of
monographs by distinguished writers,
aim to brine the results of modern
knowledge #tth|a the reach of all. One
of the chief merits of the series, in
Which about lot) titles have thus' far
been Issued, I 3 the promptness with
which It nils the need of inexpensive
handbooks on such subjects of live
interest as "syndicalism, and suffrage,
and on the contributions to philosophy
of such men as Bergson and Euken.
"The People's Books" art- published in
America by the Dodge Publishing com
pany and the price per volume is 20
cents.
"Essays and Addresses," by Roger A.
Pryor reflect the intellectual activities
of an eventful life. The author was
in turn United States minister to
Greece, member of congress and of the
Confederate States congress, brigadier*:
general C. S. A. and finally justice of
the supreme conrt of New York. These
political addresses and arguments in
famous law suits form an interesting
contemporary exposition of significant
historical events. Xeale Publishing
company: $1.50.
"Cefiom Bits of H*rte«sr," bf A. W. Maoy
('!!!'■ ('—inopolitan I'ress. New Turk). "The
Cm,.inn of the Meadows," by Mittie Owen Me
n.-ivid (Cosmopolitan Pww, New fork).
"Poem*,* , by *':i n-i»i >«-lI Matnoa <The Coemopoll
tMß PreM, New Y'>rkt. ''Sochi 1 Welfare in New
/i ;.!.'. ■!."' by Hagh H. Lnftk (Stands Walton &
Co.. >■"-■•«■ Yorki. "Heroine* In Modern Progree«,"
by Elmer Adams ami Warren Foeter (Stargu Wal
ti'm A (V . N''.v York). "'TIj ■ tl<me of Sliaine." by
(Tbmrlea Fi!'<ni Pidcla (Tlie Coemopolltao Press*,
Ni'w Vnrti. "The Stock Exchange From
WltUln," by Will Van Antwerp (Double
<l»y. Vat!'' & CJe.. New York). "Tlie
Nigbt Kl.ltrs," by ffldgwel! Caflutn (Gcorjie
W. JftcotM * Co.. Philadelphia). ••T!h> Inn of
TiiMi'iniiliiy." I.v letoa Galnworthy (Charles
Scrlbner'i Sons New York). "Elementary Jane,"
by Eicbftrd I'rvce (Bouil»*«». Miftiin ac 0., New
verities for the sake of a happy end
ing. "The Tide Marsh" is a typical
example. But the ultimate happiness
of Mr?. Norris' stories serves a pur
pose, the purpose of supplying the de
mand for cheerfulness in fiction. Mrs.
Norris knows that while some people
may like their coffee without sugar
there are others who always put sugar
in their chocolate. Life as she pre
sents it is like chocolate, to which ■Iμ
acids a little su?ar in order that she
may be sure it is sweet enough. Her
stories are neither meat nor medicine.
They are beverages. They will de
light every one who has a sweet tooth,
which is , equivalent to saying that they
will delight a great many.
""Poor, Dear Margaret Kirby" Is Ihe
story of a wife, impatient in affluence,
but faithful in adversity. The theme
Is similar to that of Washington Ir
vine's "The Wife." The treatment is
interestingly different. Mrs. Xorris'
story is a good example of present d«jr
magazine fiction, but it is difficult to
imagine Irvine's prose idyl "getting
by" the third assistant , reader for &
popular monthly.
"Bridging the Years" preaches the
gospel of content and give* a glimpse
of one of San Francisco's charming , old
hillside houses. "What Happened to
Alanna," "The Friendship of Alanna"
and "The Last Carolan" are three of
the tales in which Mrs. Norrls deals
delightfully with children. Her touch
on the human note is sure, her plots
have Invention, her method adroitness.
It Is her humor and optimism, hou
that make these stories worth while.
Published by the Macmillan com
pany. Price, J1.30.
NEW DAVIESS STORY
"Andrew the Glad" Ha* Qualities Tlfat
Made "The Melting: of Molly"
a SnccfM
There Is nothing in the slightest de
gree unpleasant from the beginning to
the end of "Andrew the Glad," the
latest story by Maria Thompson
Daviess. who set a standard of agree
able story writing with her earlier
novel. "The Melting of Molly."
The setting of this new story, which.
like its predecessor, has a way of in
sinuating- itself into one's sympathies,
is in the south of the present day. It
contains traces, however, of the older
traditions, and the plot V? made to turn
unon certain events of the past as tli.-v
affect the lives of persons living in the
present.
Caroline Parrah Brown is a BCtui
lnely charming young person. Wβ
meet her when, after having
brought up abroad, bavins Inst Ikt
parents and having inherited a fortune,
she appears in the southern city where
her father and mother were mstrrled.
She is taken into the home nn<l into
the affections of Major and Mrs. Bu
chanan, who were her mother's friends.
Toward Caroline's father, however,
there is a different feeling in the com
munity. Peters Brown has been on*> of
the so called "carpethnsrprers" who
made fortunes In the south after th n
war by acquiring , property at rldfcu
lously low prices from the impover
ished southerners. Tt is Caroline's
purpose to make such restitution as
she can by spending Peters Brown's
money for public works in the com
munity from which it had been
shrewdly extracted. There is In the
Buchanan circle a young engineer. An
drew Servier, who is also a playwright
and something of a poet. That he
should fall in love "with Caroline and
she with him is inevitable, but there is
that in the background of their livos
which it seems must keep them ap;irt.
Andrew's father had died a suicide
after having been ruined by Peters
Brown.
The central interest of the story lies
in the romance of Caroline and An
drew, which we see thus threatened
by circumstances, but surrounding it
are many related Incidents that go to
the making of a pleasantly varied plot.
There is the siege of Phoebe Donald
son's heart by Andrew's friend, David
Kildare; there is David's candidacy for
the j'idgeship -which affords the au
thor an opportunity to present the
many interesting aspects of a fac
tional fight; and there is a possum
hunt.
Mrs. Daviess has the narrative fac
ulty and considerable humor. The con
versation of her characters - , however,
Is not always natural; it is too often
obviously manufactured. One of the
chief difficulties is that she rarely per
mits one person to speak to another
without addressing him or her by
name.
Published by the Bobbs-Sferrill com
pany. Price, $1.30.
PUBLISHERS'
CORNER
Admiral A. T. Mahan, whose latest
book, "Arguments and Arbitration,"
(Harpers) was published shortly be
fore he sailed for abroad, believes that
one of the effects of the opening of
the Panama canal will be to put an
end to the dread of Asiatic Immigration
on the Pacific coast. It will then be
possible, he notes, to carry shiploads
of European immigrants, direct to
Pacific ports without the tiresome and
expensive rail journey across the con
tinent. Thus, he says, "the ground will
be filled up—the only perfectly sound
provision for the future."
Among the new editions' announced
by the Maomillan company arc John
Masefield's "The Everlasting Mercy and
the Widow in the Bye Street," Albert
Edwards' "Panama" in the new Travel
series, R. C. Punnett's "Mendeliah," I>r.
Henry H. Goddard's "The Kallikak
Family," Alva "Crops and Meth
ods for Soil Improvement," Henri Berg.
son's "Laughter" translated by Cloud
esley Brereton and Fred Rothwell, W.
B. Munro's "The Government of Amer
ican Cities." and Dr. Ernest Richard's
"History of German Civilization."
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"Advertising- as a Eusiness Force,"
hy Prof. Paul Terry Cherington of the
school of business administration of
Harvard university (Doubleday, Page
& Co.). has been taken Up an<!
in a course of study by the 10,000
members of the Associated Advertising
Clubs of America.
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"Lanagan: Amateur Detective," is
promised by Sturgis & Walton for
March publication. Lanapan is a San
Francisco polfoe reporter whose genius
for running down murderers and otht-r
criminals made him the envy and
despair of the professional detectives.
The author is E. H. Hurlbut, a well
known newspaper man of this city.
BOOKS RECEIVED
York). '-Woman's Share in SoHal Culture."' by
Anna Oarliu ftteeerr (MltebeH Kt:nn.>rley Co..
New York). '-Mijrhty Animals." by Jennio
Irene Mix fAmcriran Book company, N<w
Turk). "Seren Keys to Baidpate," by
Karl Deer (Bobba. M.n iil rompany.
India napoli*). "'ChtW of Btefta." by H. ■Mμ
KiiKSard iLonpinan*, Green A Co., New York).
■Hi.' Maiden .Manifest." t.y Delia Campbell Mac-
Leod (Little. Brown & Co.. Boston). "On Boenl
the Baltic," by Anna chajiin Ray (Little. Brown
& Co., Boston*. "Tlie Days of Uay«," by Loot*
.1..-. J.li Vases (Mttle. Brown & Co.. Boston i.
"The GoTermneiits «.f Kurope." by Kre<lerlek
Aistin Qfg (Macniillan company. New York).
•I,iii;i Suhoniinau- Clause Syntax," by M. A.
I-.iiHT (Aineriia-i Book company. New York>.
•'Time and tW Woman." by Richard Pryce (R.
I. i'ouuo cotuuaiiy, New York;. i
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