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11 ma &hi-'U(4ru THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, FEBRUARY 16, 1908. zm B B IllSff - VVSllf was ELL, I see our friends, the Crusaders are going' after the ladles who smoke in pub lic." said the Hotel Clerk. "Just wot Is a crusader?" asked the Head tBell Boy. "I hear of 'em very frequent here of late, but I ain't seen none as I knows of." "It all depends on the period of his tory to which you refer." said the Hotel Clerk. "A matter of live or six hundred years ago. when the captains of indus try used their Steel Preferred for making top clothes out of. Instead of for invest ment purposes, a Crusader was a gentle man of haughty aspect who looked like a can of imported sardines when he haf? on his light-weight Summer armor, and like a kJtchen range when he was wear ing his Winter duds. He put on his vest with a stove lid and took off his socks with a can-opener. A set of screw drivers was on every well-equipped dressing-table. If anything got the matter with his helmet or he forgot the com bination of his shirt front, they had to send for the nearest locksmith. If he tame home to his castle from a stag so cial of tho Crusaders' Aid Society with a commodious medieval stew aboard, and tripped on the top step and fell down stairs, as he no doubt did, from time to time, he made a noise like a switch engine hitting a milk wagon. There was no chance for him to take off his shoes t the front door and slip in quietly. They wasn't that sort of shoes. They were more like the kind a horse wears. And so his lady wife would hear the hideous clamor ringing out on the 3 A. M. quiet and she'd arise and come out to the top of the landing and see him laying there flat on his portcullis, with his hands clasped across the donjon keep and " "Wot's a portcullis?" asked the Head Bell Boy, breaking in. "Never mind tat," said the Hotel Clerk. "They have a different name for It these days. Anyway, I was telling you about the Crusader and not about tho various points of interest In his anat omy. "But he nearly always had a glorious finish. He departed to the Holy Lands and a Saracen junk dealer broke him up for scrap-iron; or else be fatally went a jousting to a Joust. A Joust, Hops, was something like the modern football game, only milder. Sometimes they called it a tournament, but I like jdust be&er. It sounds more like what it was. He'd go up to the joust, as I told you, and he'd ride down the lists on his noble Perch eron charger with his long arid foolish spear set firmly in its socket and his Sunday suit rattling like a load of T rails crossing a car track. And another chivalrous and gentle Jouster would come loping out to meet him and com mit safe-burglary on him with- a steel nose maul. So now he's burled In West- "lake a dash of water cold 'And a little leaven of prayer, A little bit of sunshine gold Dissolved in the morning air; '.And .then as a jwjme ingredient "W IPS- I " VlstY II u . k 4 V 1 V -v v j t V w x n II z?iva&r: uzEzzraw Th House of the Vampire. By George ' Sylvester Vtereck. Price. 1.20- MoKatt, Yard Co., New York City. For originality of conception and bold ness of Idea, this remarkable romance , stands alone among the literary novelties of the season. Its horizon is big and so powerful is its realism that the reader Is drawn as the magnet draws the -metal. Yea as the spider engulfs the fly. You cannot expect to be amused by such a book you are awed and follow a mas ter. Mr. Viereck is already a poet of in ternational reputation, and Edwin Mark ham has said: "It seems to me that George Sylvester Viereck has more force than any other living American poet." And "The House of the Vampire" is emi nently the work of a poet. It is so steeped in art but whimsically impracti cal. The erotic style recalls Oscar Wilde or Robert Louis Stevenson, especially the latter in hia "Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde." The house around which the story re volve! Is that of Reginald Clarke, New York City. Clarke is a literary man and professional conversation-maker. "With out stretch of the imagination one might have likened him to a Roman cardinal of the days of the Borgias. who .had miracu lously stepped forth from the time-stained canvas and slipped into the twentieth cen tury evening clothes." He was remem bered in New York drawing rooms as the man who had "brought to perfection the art of talking." A picture of his studio: A tyr on the mantelpiece whispered . . . secrets Into the ears of Saint Ce cilia. The argent limbs of Antlnous brushed against the garments of Mono 1lsa. And from a corner a little rococo lady peered coquettish at the grey image of an Egyptian sphinx. There was the picture of Napoleon facing the Image of the Crucified. Abovo sll, in the semi. darkness, artificially produced by heavy draperies, towered two busts. Clarke, as the master-grnl. is a vampire who possesses the uncanny faculty of stealing other people's unspoken thoughts. When other poets and dramatists plan their masterpieces." Clarke by a sort of mesmeric power swiftly transfers these thoughts as his own, leaving the victims a legacy of ill-health. . Some lose their reason. Among the latter Is one Ernest Fielding, poet and dramatist. Clarke's pet argument was that a man's genius Is commensurate with his ability of absorb ing from life the elements essential to his artistic completion that Balzac, who possessed that power to a nynarkablo degree drew his material from life and books, each time reshaping It with a master-hand. "Shakespeare took his colors from, many palettes," went on Clarke. ngii OTifi li " itw Mwwwifc sMMsto . sWjsjpmjaiiiJMBiJs riMiiif-Mii-ifif-ifr""rnT""-i"inrrr" -"--m- r---L-M. . ' minster Abbey or some other favorite resort for American tourists, with a stone monument - weighing eleven tons resting on his .stomach; and. dozens of the best families in Chicago and Troy, N. Y.. named "Watklns and Mulligan, are claim ing descent from him and using his coat-of-arms on their canned beef and their dollar shirts. It ought to be glory enough for any Crusader, even Jf he's dead, to know that 80,000.000 packages of deviled ham and countless volumes of t wo-for-a-quarter -collars " are- annually carrying his armorial crest as a trade marks and doing well. "But the modern Crusader, Hops, is a very different person. He doesn't dress up in any of the malleable metals unless A plenty of work thrown inj But spice it all with essence of love - And a little whiff of play, Let a wise old book and a glance above Complete a well spent day." T-gele.ciisL "Who was he? What education did he have? None. And yet we find in hia work the wisdom of Bacon, Sir Walter Raleigh's fancies and discoveries, and Marlowe's verbal thunders." At first, Clarke seeks to conceal the fact from his victim that he is mentally robbing him. Fielding lives in the vampire-house, and by means of a secret door, Clarke enters the young man's room and then "Hardly had Fielding closed his eyes when again that horrible nightmare no longer a nightmare tormented him. Again he felt the pointed delicate lingers carefully feeling their way along the innumerable tangled threads of nerve' matter that lead to the Innermost recesses of self. A subconscious something strove to arouse him, and he felt the fingers softly withdrawn." Suddenly, Fielding, after one of Clarke's nocturnal visits, bursts into the vampire's room and cries: "Thief! Vampire! You are an embezzler of the mind, strutting through life in borrowed and stolen plumes." Clarke at last admits the truth, saying: It Is through me that the best In you shall survive, even as the obscure Eliza bethans live in him of Avon. Shakespeare absorbed what was great in little men a greatness that otherwise would have per ished and gave It a setting, a life. Self love has never entered Into my actions. I am careless bf personal fame. As I stand before you. 1 am Homer. I am Shakespeare. Men have doubted In each incarnation my Individual existence I care not. I have a mission. I am a servant of the Lord. I am the vessel that bears the Host. Then the vampire destroys another vie tlm. and the tel ins: of It Is -oowerfullv drawnT It Is like a tragedy on a stage with real actors present. A shudder. And it Is gone. Vlntinte, by Ernoet Oldmeadow. The Mc- Clure Company, New Yoru City. ' At first sight, the title of this novel mentally suggests what is known as the "Froneliy" type, with weak doses of love and sugar, to taste and then stir again. Nothing of the sort. Mr. Oldmeadow has written a strong, pulsing story, with a really original plot and treatment, a story that even F. Marlon Crawford or Booth Tarklng ton might be proud to own up to. Nothing so new, so delightfully fresh in the true sense of that expression has appeared for ever so long. Mr. Oldmeadow has made good, and his bound to popularity ought to begin now. The story takes the reader to Eng land and France, the Hero being one you figure in his watchchaln and amal gam fillings. He's usually a well-to-do middle-aged ' gentleman although some times he's a lady who makes it busi ness to roakti everybody else's business, his business. He's prominent in reform campaigns and breakfast food testimo nials. He generally starts out by fur nishing literary contributions for the sub scribers', column, on the edltoritu .pages of family newspapers. . The next stage is when there's a mass-meeting to pro test against something, and he' sits on the stage with Anthony Comstock, Joseph Choate, K. Fulton Cutting and the other 200 honorary vice-presidents, and plays scenery. If It was a musical show, he'd be the chorus; being a mass-meeting. Lionel Barrlson, a young, well-to-do English landed proprietor, and with a courage and morality of the Sir Galahad order. Of course, -when the book opens, he is unmarried and is visited by an adventurer named Canuto who asks the loan of $20 and offers as security a wax figure cased in ice, the work of an Italian artist, the subject being: a study in "Fame Asleep." At east, that is Canuto's proposition, and after the 'money Is given him he leaves the figure In pawn, promising to call for it afterward. Left 'to his own de vices, Barrison finds a book which Canuto had left, in which the state merit is made that Barrison had better thaw the "figure," as the ice really enclosed the body of a partially frozen young woman. Minute directions are given in the book how to revive the interesting subject. The girl awakens and it is evident she has been drugged, as she Is unable to even remember her name or where she came from. Be cause she has forgotten everything, she is called Lethe. . Barrison lives in a house all by him self, and he falls in love with his strange guest, but her emotion for him is purely platonic. The two are perse cuted by Canuto, and a series of strange adventures occur, some of them possessing an "Arabian Nights" tinge. How the girl was drugged and partially cased In glass and Ice, and with a 'due regard for. the ethics of propriety, was placed in Barrison'! care, and gets a new name, Vlrglnie, is all slowly and skilfully unfolded.. Tbe end Is like a lightning fash-rit is so sudden. - ' ... What is it?. Ah, that wouldn't 'be faic Read the story, . In Pursuit of Priscllla. . By E S. Field. Illustrated. .Price-, 50 cents. iTenry Alte- mus Company, Philadelphia, pa. t V . A delicious candy from eandy land and one of the eleverest bits of dialogue pub lished in recent years. "In Pursuit of PTlscilla" lsa.-,love cpmedy," somewhat after t,he bright fashion of Anthony Hope's ."Dolly Dialogues," but the book under-review isn't English. It is very American, and pictures altogether a dif ferent kind ot people than those met with between the covers of Hope's tales of Ac tion. . ' v ! , J y , ', ,- This dainty bit : of elegant nonsense needs a quiet hour In your - favorite room at home, with assorted chocolates or an unusually fine, cigar to complete a treat. Mr, Field gives evidence of spark-, ling wit and rapid, catching repartee. He tells the love story of "Billy" Cartwright and Miss Priseilla' Crookshanki who are of the multi-millionaire or idle-rich class of New York City. Ot course, Mr. Cart wright possesses a Limousine automobile and from the picture of him opposite page 102 he appears to be the clean shaven, stalwart-looking, well-dressed aristocrat so common nowadays in so ciety novels of 1907-08. The girl In the case is a delightful chatterbox and ap pears to be drawn after the Christy idea. A Boston terrier named Nipper adds to the comedy. The climax arrives when Priseilla es capes her other adorers and tells Billy that she Is going to sail for Europe. He calls for her with his auto and agrees to take her to the wharf, but instead stops in front of a church and says: "We're to be married." "We're not." "I've got the .marriage license In my pocket." I aaid. 'Billy, this is outrageous. I won't be mar ried so there." "You might as well," I said. "But I haven't any clothes." ' "I have oceans of money, Priseilla." "And my passage Is bought and paid for. I've got one ot the nicest suites on.. the boat." "The very nicest has been reserved for W. p. Cartwrlght and wife," I returned. "Hurry, dear." It is easy to see the end of such a determined lover, and the pursuit of Priseilla ends in her unconditional sur render. The . illustrations by. Will Grefe are worth white. An ideal gift for "her." The Black Bag. By Louis Joseph Vance. Illustrated. The Bobbs-Merrill Company, Indianapolis, lod. It did not need the assurance on the fly-leaf to convince the observant reader that the author ot "The Black Bag" also wrote "The Brass Bowl." In the two novels, a cursory exam ination of the opening chapters of each shows the unmistakable style. of Louis Joseph Vance. "The Black Bag" Is another rapid-action, feverishly e'xclt ing story of adventure, in which confi dence men 'engaged in smuggling dia monds from England to this country weave most of the plot. There's no half-way house here you have to read on to tho end. The hero Is Philip Kirkwood, a San Fran cisco painter who is stranded in Lon he's the honorary vice-president. It's not a hard job to fill if the subject lias a sjirBciently. serious expression of coun tenance and a name that looks kind of impressive and wealthy .wheftipriiued In small 'type. '.' " ' "But after a bit he passes into the violent state. All of a sudden Tie ri"ses up- and emits an emotional shriek that Sarah Bernhardt .would, give any tuoney to own and have under, control. He's) .discovered that there ought' to 'be a Six cylinder, 40-horse power prusade "started right away to i.oorrect ' some- hellish wrong that everybody thought was all right until he called their attentioa to it. "If we've got plenty ot good, live sen satlona at the time we are apt to give don, and, the girt in the case is Miss Dorothy Calendar. . Mr. Vance very skillfully draw the "Hooligans" and other cheap types of London life. Dr. EUcn. By Ju'llat Wllbor Tompkins. Illustrated. The- Baker lj& Taylor Com pany, New York City. A woman's stoy for thoughtful, edu cated women: Its locale is in the Cali fornia Sierras, -and the tale revolves around Dr. Ellen Chantry-Roderick, whose first husband was killed by a car, as she stopd near a window and saw the fatality. ' From a sense of duty to her sister Ruth, whose health was weak, she sacrificed ease, and re tired to a mountain village, where she became esteemed as the woman-doctor. Her medical rival was Dr. Po cock, and how she obliterates him Is a very -enjayabe portion of the story. Then Philip Amsden, architect, comes into this lonely woman's life, and the climax is a highly dramatic one. Rory Dorn. horse-breaker. Is worth knowing' the portrait of this'' strong young woman is so original and Western., - f ' ' ' - Ifs of History, by' Joseph Edgar 'Chamberlin. HcnwiAltemus Co., Philadelphia. What would have happened had "Atis tldes won the Athenlaa election over Themistocles; had Buchanan enforced the law in November, 1S61; had the ConfederT ates marched on Washington, D. C. after the first battle of Bull-BJjn; had George Washington Insisted , oh gratifying his early ambition , to , be a midshipman in the British Navy; -had the 'Spanish ir mjada sailed ; at the hour " at first ap-' pointed; had the Moors won 'tn. battle of Tours? And so forth. In tne realm of speculation.' Mr: Chamberlin is "very clever at this sort of dainty fancy, and has written a most entertaining book which ought to specially commend itself to students busying themselves about seri ous history. The general reader will also 'be attracted. Mr. Chamberlin is the literary editor of the New York Evening iMail. . , jl The Boy Geologist. By Professor E. J. Houston. Price. St. Henry Altemus Coin ; pany, Philadelphia. Pa. . h . . -- A worthy and educative "contribution, to juvenile fiction. It's a boy's story picturing life in a big boarding school near Philadelphia, where two leaders are sketched, one a Ijoy geologist and his chum a chemist. Professor Hous ton .la, emeritus professor of physical geography . and natural philosophy -in the Central, High School of Phlladel. phia; professor of - physics la . the Franklin Institute, and has served-two terms as president of the American Institute of Electrical Engineers. His ' new novel has a healthy, invigorating tone- , True Manhood, by James, Cardinal Gibbona rxixey Book Shop Company, Baltimore. Md. ' A little volume of good counsel, and only extending to 23 pages. Strange number. The basis of the message was given in an address by Cardinal Gibbons to the graduating class of Worcester Uni versity at its commencement exercises, in 1907. It is singularly free from indiscrim inate attacks on all and sundry, and is dignified and character building. just the wise advice that any you-ng man ought to absorb, without regard to de nominational lines. For the prelate who gives the advice knows what he is talking about! Jingles of a Jester. By Charles T. Grilley. Illustrated. Price, $1. Pearson Brothers, Philadelphia, Pa. Forty-two pleasantly sounding poems of the up-to-date newspaper and mag azine kind. They show ability and keen humor. Two of the best in the collection are "A Department Store Dftty" and "When Mah Lady Yawns." One verse of the latter: Th" fus1 gal that ah eoh'ted Ouah ma'ldge it was thwa'ted. ' Because ah was so green ah dldn' know When she- yawned It was beliodvin Lat dis dahkey should be movin'. Twell at las' she says: "Fo' Uwd's sake, niggah, go!" The New Mayor, by Albert Payson Terhune. . 23 cents. J. S. Ogilvle Publishing Com pany New York City. Founded on George Broadhurst's suc cessful play "The Man of, the Hour." which was recently performed in this city to admiring audiences. It's a story of American politics and graft, and then more graft Vastly entertaining. The city it is said to picture is a conjunction of Minneapolis and Philadelphia. J. M. QUENTIN. I?f IJUJBARY AND WORKSHOP John Burrough has written a book ef essays entitled "Leaf and Tendril," which will be Issupd early this spring, together with "Literature and the American Collesa." him the back-up signal. The papers print foolish pictures of him. and the .voice -of the public- is neard -advising, him" to re turn, to the round-house and spin around a iew. times,,,;,,, When strangers begin to laugh "at a young. crusade,, it's time' for its friends to begin-. to weep for it. ' S.o out disappointed -Crusader retires ,down a siding and becomes pessimistic and takes to .;JWrea&lng , 'f Eawin.torkhani' poetry. '.''': . .;, .v .- - . '"But if he happens to usher his chubby, wrinkled,'- hairless, toothless little pink crusade Into the world at a period when there's comparatively nothing doing, fine and nutritious! Presently he finds him self marching at the head of a procession composed of seven or eight million of his by Professor Irving Babbitt, of Harvard, and also a volume of George S. Wasson's- shore and beach stories, appropriately named "The Bote." Rex Beach has finished his second novel, and is planning a third.. "The Spoilexs" was the first novel Mr. Beach ever wrote. It la still a best seller, and on tour as a play. A review of Max Kordau's "Degenera tion," written by George Bernard Shaw in 1S95, under title. "The Sanity of Art." 1 to be published for the first tirne in book form in New York in a few days. It has been subject to Mr. Shaw's own revisions, and with a new preface that he haa writ ten It will make a volume of about a hun dred pages. At the request of the late Dr. Watson's family. Dr. W. Robertson Xlcoll is prepar ing a memoir' of the author of "Beside the Bonnie Brier1 Bush." Dr. Nlcoll Js very de sirous to obtain the use of any letters in the possession of American - friends of Dr. Watson, and he asks that such letters be sent to Dr. Watson's publishers, Dodd." Mead Co., New York. They will not be sent to England, but will be immediately copied and carefully returned to -their owners. Charles M. Skinner, for 22 years on the Brooklyn (N. Y. Eagle- staff, recently died at his country home in Vermont. In ad dition to his newspaper work. Mr. Skinner wrote a number of books concerning Amer ican folk-lpre. In which he was especially Interested. These volumes "American Myths and Legends, "Myths and Legends Beyond Our. Borders," "Myths and Legends of Cr New Possessions" and "Myths and Le?endsatf- rur Owm LHd" were all pnh llshed ln.-r'hiladelphla-.and nJoyrt consid erable popularity. He was. also the author of-several nature books. ' ' ' f ; y -v' - Francis Marlon Crawford is a novelist, who may be -described as pausing his time' alter nately betwee Italy and this country, with fie balance: In favor of Italy. Born at Basn! d Lucca, Ttajy. Auirbst 2. 1854. Craw ford was educated at St. Paul's.- School. Ce-n-eord.; N. H.; -Cambridge, England; Heidel berg. . Germany, and harvard Universities; He b,a also traveled extensively In India and--an Oriental atmosphere Is noticed la many of his novels. Among 4ils better-known novel are: i'A Roman Singer, Zoraster," "Kahaled," ''.-The Witch.-of Prague,"-. "The Children of the King," '"In-the Palace of-the King." "Via Orucis," etc. His version of the story'or Beatrice Cenci, which .recently fea gan In the Century, Is attracting much fav orable' comment. Inht8 leisure ; hours, Mr. Crawford turns to navigation for recreation, and- holds professional master's certificates from, the Association of- Amerioan Ship masters and .United States Marine -Board. American's 'Advance , Guard in Art; 7 ' '"Continued I'rom'Page Four. creek bottom when he was 6 years old and who never saw a bit of statuary until he was 16; Daniel C. French, whose "The Minute Man of Concord," In plaster cast decorates countless American mantels; Frederick Macmon nles, creator of .the famous fountain at the Chicago World's Fair and the Bacchante, which caused Boston to have a nine-days moral spasm; and Gutzon Borglum, a late comer, whose angels for the Cathedral of St.- John, the Divine in New York were turned down by the -ecclesiastical judges because they were ladies. But none of his fellow sculptors In the vanguard has had a more dramatic or picturesque career than Karl Bitter. Born in Vienna, Bitter was drafted into the Austrian army when he was 19. A lieutenant so Ill-treated hint that ho deserted and fled to Germnay, where he worked for a short time for Kaffsack,' the sculptor. He took ship for this country when he learned that the Austrian Government was prepar ing to extradite him. As soon as he landed here he took out his first citi zen's papers, and thea hunted out a job as a skilled workman with a firm o? architectural decorators in New York City. He was 22 when he started his New World career. He had been here only a few months when the competition for the design for the famous $200,000 bronze doora of Trinity Church was announced. Bitter decided to enter the competition. When this fact became known among, .his fellow workmen they laugned to think that he, a workman, should aspire so high. But the laugh was on them when the announcement was made that Bitter had won the prize. Since that eventful day -he has been one of Amer ica's foremost sculptors. Seven years after Bitter had landed in America there came to him, prac tically on bended knee, the lieutenant who had. so harshly treated him In tho Austrian army. He was starving; he could get nothing to do; would the great Herr Bitter take him Into his employ? And Bitter, the American citizen, took his old taskmaster into nia service as his man servant. proud and admiring fellow-citizens and w'aen he. dies we take up a popular sub scription .and hire, a home-talent-sculptor to erect a-statue, in his memory, and future generations, as yet unborn, ' will come and look at it and wonder if any body ever really had that kind of legs. "I -haven't been able yet to figure out what's liable to happen' to the ambitious crusaders that put the rollers under, this new crusade against women smoking in public ' I never saw but one woman that smoked In public, and she smoked a pipe. She also dipped snuff, as I recollect. With out attracting any marked attention. "But she wasn't what you could oall socially prominent, and maybe that made a difference. So I'm wondering what LINCOLN'S LOG CABIN CONTINUED FROM SECOND PAG' dents sprang to mold our destiny for good." Among the many other fine eulogies which came, as it were. Impromptu, the last sentence from Mark Twain's has al ready become classic "The Government," he said, "is spending millions every year on agricultural colleges and model farms to teach the art of raising more corn and squashes. In the present political, moral and social atmosphere of the American people there is nothing In that line that can compare with this little model farm that raised a" Man." Rescued the Log Cabin. It was considered of primary importance that the original cabin be secured and Mr. Pierce, general manager of the associa tion, first traced it to Nashville, where several years ago, a Methodist minister had the logs on exhibit. At that time several propositions Were made for utiliz ing the farm, one to erect thereon a home for 'decrepit ex-slaves; another to estab lish a home for Confederate soldiers or for widows and orphans. But all these plans ended in talk and interest com pletely died untUMrwffire"43i8covered the cabin in 'a warehouse cellar at Stam ford. Conn. The speculator who had. pur chased It in , Nashvillo was holding out tor a ransom. And now began the genuine Lincoln renaiasance. Kentucky sent five stal fart militiamen Captain Nevillo 3. Bullitt.--Lieutenant W. S. Gorln. Sergeant Green. Corporal Harry T. Fisher and Pri vate J.' P. Bagley as guard ol honor to conduct the homely relic back to Its origi nal site- Bullitt's father was a gallant officer under the famous Confederate raider. General Morgan; the other guards were . also descendants of "Heroes in Gray," and it was not the least inspiring sight to note with what zeal and rever ence these men protected an Abraham Lincoln souvenir. Baltimore, Harrlsburg, Pittsburg and Indianapolis vied with one another in doing homage to a pile of logs trans ported on a freight car; and when Louisville was reached a vast con C.ourse' pf Southerners turned out to hear Henry Watterson's speech, 1n -which he portrayed Ltncoln as one of "God's anointed," chosen for a great purpose, and rightly sustained through its working out into its fulfillment; then, after having been vouchsafed a vision -ot the promised land, taken, like Moses, into his reward of undying fame and eternal glory. Lincoln and Caesar. It may, possibly, be out of place to contrast Abraham Lincoln with Julius Caesar, excepting that they were both protagonists in a stupendous civil war, and yet one cannot help recalling how the Roman behaved after he had tri umphed over Pompeii. Three hundred elephants, bearing torcnes, led the pa rade. Immediately preceding Caesar was carried 'a banner with ; tho Gallic legend, "I came, I saw, I conquered." A million, dollars was spent in the festival. , When Lincoln made his immortal speech at Gettysburg he left tile ros trum unapplauded. It Is related that next day he met on the street a lad, weeping bitterly because his brother was sick unto death. Mr. Lincoln ac companied the unhappy boy home; held the hands of the dying brother who, breathing his last, said he died hap pier for meeting .the man who could speak so nobly. He had read the President's speech. Mr. Lincoln de clared that this was tribute enough tor him. . . "I unite in my descent the sacred majesty of kings and the divine majes ty of gods," declared Caesar. "It Is a great piece of folly .to try to attempt to make anything out of me or my early life," answered Lincoln, when some one asked him for an auto biography. "It can all be condensed into a- single sentence, and that sen tence you will find in Gray's "Elegy?: The short and simple annals of . the poor.' That's my life, and that'e ' all you or anyone else can make of it." . The full force of this comes when one looks at that' rude little one-room cabin with a huge outside chimney, a single window and a rude door swung' on leather hinges. "I was born there." wrote Lincoln when pressed for some account of himself by the Hon. J. W. we'll do with the". Anti-Smoke-Lady Crusade as It now stands. Will we mount it on the bandwagon or will we push it under the caboose? The gentlemen who are responsible for it are carrying on extensively. They are standing out on the snowy lawn aft in a row with their' heads thrown back and their ears flap ping, baying freely in the general direc tlou of the moon. And the lady in the said moon, she simply .smiles that cold, unfathomable smile of hers, and rolls on. 'Tis a way she has. "It -seems like from what I cat dis tinguish from their anguished outcry that the habit ef smoking in public has become very common among the ladies of Europe, cheroots in England and'meerchaums in Germany, I suppose, and any minute it's liable to spread to this fair land of ours, and devastate it. or something. "Well, Hops, if you're asking me, let 'er spread. If the American woman should det-ide to smoke in- public you might as well -be a. gentleman about it. and pass alighu Personally, I'd rather she'd chew tobacco, because it's a neater habit any way, if you've got plenty of cuspidors handy, but if she wants to smoke in pub lic I have a deep-seated suspicion, born of' many years' experience, that she'll smoke in public and smoke freely. T shall endeavor to remain ca'm until I see her dojng it, and after that I shall continue in the ca'm business at the old stand, corner of Ca'm street and Quiet wood avenue. "Anyway, there's one or two other crusades I'd like to do a little crusading for on my own account, first. Some of these days when I get around to it I'm going to start a crusade to buy a feather, a red feather, I think it'll be, to go on the hat of every little girl orphan in every orphan asylum in the world. I'll bet you I've seen 10,000 little girl orphans out marching in those parades that the peo ple who run orphan asylums think an orphan thinks is fun, and never yet. Hops, have I seen one of those poor little things that had anything in her poor little straw hat except a brim and a crown. Thousands of little girl orphans' hats fairly crying out for feathers. Now. ""that's a crusade worth while, Hops." "Got any other crusading up your sleeve?" inquired the head Bell Boy. "Yes, I've got one that will instantly appeal to every man that ever woke up in the morning after a hard night and rang for ice water," said the Hotel Clerk. '' "I'm going to put striped rings on the ice water pitchers. At this writing, all hotel Ice water pitchers are a pale, dead white. There's noecheer to them they're gloomy and depressing in the extreme. They suggest marble slabs at a morgue. "Bu paint a few purple and green rings around them and put a cluster of daffodils on the handle, and you've got something, the mere sight of which will invigorate a man that can't seem to think of anything that'll invigorate him except maybe suicide. "And .then.Hops, there's another thing T'tA ,rnt in mind "but the patient and I long-suffering Head Bell Boy had fled. Fell, "on February 12. 1809.' My par ents were both born in Virginia, of un distinguished famlltes, second fajntliea, perhaps I should say. My mother, who died in my 10th year, was of a family of the name of Hanks, some of whom now reside in Adams, and others in Macon County, Illinois. My paternal grandfather, Abraham Lincoln, emi grated from Rockingham County. Vir ginia, to Kentucky about 17St. A year or two later he was killed by Indians, not ln battle, but by etealth, when he was laboring to open a farm in the forest. His ancestors, who were Quakers, went to Virginia from Berks County, Pennsylvania. An effort to Identify them with tbe . New England famllyof tho same name ended in nothing more definite than a similarity of Christian names, such as F.nocli, Levi. Mordecal, bolomon, Abraham, and the like. ..... Lincoln's Boyhood- ' . "My father grew up literally without edu cation. He removed from Kentucky to what is now Spencer County,. Indiana, In my 8th year;. Wo reached our new home about the time the state came into the Union. It Was a wild region, with many bears and other wild animals still In the woods. There I grew UP- There were some schools, so-called, but no qualifica tion was ever required of a teacher be yond readln,' wrltin' and ciphering to. the rule of three. If a straggler, supposed to understand Latin, happened to sojourn in the neighborhood, he was looked upon as a wizard. There was absolutely nothing to excite ambition for education. Of course, when I came of age I did not know much. Still, somehow, I could read and -write and cipher, but that was all. I have not been to school since. The little advance I now have upon this stock of education I have picked up from time to time under the pressure of necessity. I was reared to farm work, which I con tinued till I was 22." Until a few years since there were old men living near Rock Spring Farm, as the. Lincoln place used to be called, who played with "Abe" and learned the A B Cs with him. One of these was ac customed to relate how he and Abe fell in the creek which adjoins the Lincoln, farm as they were out hunting partridges one Sunday. Lincoln was almost drowned -when his companion pulled him ashoio with a pole. "I rolled and pounded him in good earnest," was the narrative. "Then I got him by the arms and shook him, tbe water pouring out his mouth After a while he came to and then a new difficulty confrcntod us. We knew that if our mothers discovered our wet clothes It would mean a good whipping. 8o, as it was June, the sun very warm, we stripped, dried our clothes on the rocks about us. We promised never tr tell the story, and I never did until after Lincoln's tragic death." The Kentucky lad of those pioneer days wore tanned deer skin breeches, home made moccasins, coon skin caps, llnsey wolsey shirts. Like others, Thfmaa Lin coln and his wife, who was Nanly Hank3. raised their own corn, dried their own fruit, hunted their own game, rained their own pork and beef. No doubt Thomas Lincoln made Abraham's cradle. Nancy Lincoln spun the cloth for his first gar ments. At the age of 7 little Abe helped his mother make soap, carried water from the spring, whose delicious waters still flow; worked on the turnpike that bisects the farm; hauled grain to the old mill, which was but recently torn down. It was the man born in such lowly conditions, contrasting) oh, how strangely, with tlie extravagance of today, who could say when North and South were at each other's throats: "We are not enemies, but friends. The mystic chords of mem ory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature," . In proportion to population New York State thus far leads the van in contri butions "to the Lincoln Farm Memorial. Next cornea Massachusetts, then Pensyl vanla: Boston has given more than Phila delphia or Brooklyn. Philadelphia has doubled Pittsburg's donation. Pittsburg Is ahead of Buffalo, Cleveland. Cincinnati or St. Louis. Of the Southern cities Balti more Is in the lead. Nearly every city and village in America is represented. Gifts of 25 cents, the least amount re ceived, far predominating. The total cost will be over J400.000. of which one-fourth has now been contributed.
