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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
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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.
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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.,
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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. '
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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
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' '"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
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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.