r
l)tMllDAofAolly
J 'Maria
bvnopsis of -The MeHlDg ' Molly."
Leaf firt In which plump little Molly Car
ter a young aldow, tel: lomelhln) of her
n-uhbor. lir. John: his eon Billy: Alfred
l:,r,ntt. her returning lover; tbe lata Mr.
wt-r. ' Aunt Adeline, and her little red
l.r,k lhar contains ur. jonn iaw ui
.lieicl's. by following suit-It the hopea to
,-et thin as a string bean.
Leaf second Which ia all about Molly1!
-ktmpv diet, her hot ualha, her ball game
vnh isii'y. her tumble. Judse Wade's n
rmiely intrusion. Aunt Adeline's aculdiD.
:er t bfdii- from denp moumlne. her letter
:r -m Al Bennett aud Dr. Jobu.
, i iMi third Some more aliout the Judge
v.telw euia.Ml'-. Vs. .luhuaon'e oflt. Aunt
K fly- Pollard.- Mis fimicr 'Irom Vtashing-
t -r. M"llv Itvo eold tub, her'uuest UI
i"mblun. Iter return with a trousseau.
F.. liy's preseut and Ir. John.
i.af fourth About the conduct of widows
i" general, Billy's fish worm, another Inttei
from Beunetl. more about Ur. John's laws,
.follya trousseau. Tom Follard. another of
Aunt Adelines scoldings, dinner party prep
arations, Mollys disobedience, aud
John.
i- fifth On lemons, ptoslcal examlna-
"tlona. lonesnraeneaa. Impromptu nurse work,
Molly's suitors, a dance, and lit. John.
Ueaf sixth Vfhreiu figures the resur
rection rnzoo, another letter from Al Ben
nett, Billy's pmsyness, batchelor buttons,
mlntjulepa. a- telegram, aod- Xr. John.
LEAK StTV KTH,
IMuahrell
DO believe God ave that wise angel
charge concerning me leat I get
I
dashed, but I just got dashed anyway,
and tts my own fault, not the angel's.
I have suffered this day until I want
t lay my face down against the hem
or His garment and wait in the dust
for Him to pick me up. I shall never
be able to do it myself-, and how He's
going to du it I can't see, but He will.
That dinner-party last night was ba.l
enough, but today's been worse. 1
didn't sleep until long after daylight
and then Judy came in before 8 o'clock
with a letter for me that looked like
a state document- I felt In my trembly
bones that It was some sort ot sum
mons affair from Judge Wade; and It
was. I looked into the first paragraph
and then decided that I had better get
up ancfdress and have a cup of coffee
and a single egg before I tried to
read it.
Incidental to my hath and dressing'.
I weighed and found that I had loa
all tour of tliobe last surplus pounds
and two more in three days. Those
two extra pounds might be construed
to prove love, hut exactly on whum l
was utterly unprepared to say. I didn't
even '.enjoy the thinness, but took a
kind of already-married look in my
Slats and tried to slip the egg past
iny bored lips and get myself to chew
il down, ii was work; and then I toon
up the judge's litter, which also was
t, "ik and, mote of it.
lie started in at the beginning ot
everything, that ia at the beginning of
the tuberculosis girl and I cried over
the pages uf her as if she had been my
own sister. Al the tenth page we
buried her and took up Alfred and 1
must say I saw a new Alfred In' the
judge's bouquet-strewn appreciation ot
him. but I didn't want him us hud as
1 had the day before when I read his
own new and old letters, and cried over
Ins old phutogiapha. I suppose mat
was the result of sumo of what the
judifa-manasta. the juries with-. He'd
be apt to use it on a woman and she
wouldn't find out ubotit it until it was
, loo late to be anything- but mad. Still
when he brgan on me at page 16 I fell
a little better, though i didn't knot
myackf any better than I did Alfred
when I got to page 20.
What 1 am. is just a poor foolish
woman, who has a lot more heart than
she can manage with the amount ot
brains shu got with it at birth. I'm
not any star in a rose-colored sky, and
I don't want to inspire anybody; it's
too much of a job. 1 wunt to tie a
healthy happy woman and a wife to a
man who can inspire himself and
manage me. 1 want to marry a thin
man and have from five to 111 thin
. hildreii. and when I get to be 30 I
want my husband to want me to be
hi fat a.s Aunt Bettie. but not let me.
An inspiration couldn't be fat anil I'm
always in danger from hot muffins and
Oh ken gravy. However, if I should
undertake to be all the tilings Judge
Wade said in that letter he wanted me
'o be to him, I should soon be skin anu
hones front mental aud physical extr-
i sc. .Still. he dues live in Hillaboro
and I won't let myself know how my
heart aches at the thought of leaving
my home and other things. It's up in
my throat and I seem ajways to be
s wallow ins the last few days
Ail the men who write me letters
seem to get themselves wound up into
a skyrocket and then let themselves
explode in the last paragraph and It
always upsets my nerves. 1 was just
about to begin to cry again over the
last words of the Judge when the only
bright spot in the day so far suddenly
happened. Pet Buford blew in with
the pinkest cheeks and the brightest
eyes I had seen since I looked in the
mirror the night of the dance. She
was in an awful hurry.
"Molly, dear,'" she said, with her
'words literally tailing over them
selves, "Tom says you'll give ua some
'( your dinner left-overs to take for
lunch' in the Hup, for we are going
way out to Wayne County to see some
awfully fine tobacco he has heard is
there. I don't want to ask mother, for
she won't let me go; and his mother.
r he asked her, will begin to talk
about us. Tom said, come to you and
you would uiideia'taud and fix it
luick. He said kiss you for him and
ell you he said "Come on in, the water's
fine." Isn't he a Joke?'' Aud we kissod
and laughed and packed a basket, and
kissed and laughed again for good-by.
I felt amused and happy for a few
minutes and also deserted. It's a
very food thins for a woman's -conceit
to find out how many of her lovers are
i ist make-believes. I may have needed
Tom's defection.
Anyway, 1 don't know when I evei
was so glad to see anybody as 1 was
when Mrs. Johnson came in the front
door. A woman who has proved to net
own satisfaction that marriage is a
failure is at times a great tonic to
other women. 1 needed a tonic badly
this morning aud I got it.
"Well, from all my long experience.
Molly," she said as she seated herself
and began to hem a dish-towel with
long steady stabs, "husbauds are Just
stick candy in different jars. They
may look a little different, but they
all taste alike and you soon get tired
f them. In two months you won't
know- tho difference in being married
to Al Bennett and Mr. Carter and you'll
have to go on living with him maybe
"' years. Luck doesn't strike twice in
the sumo place and ou can't count on
losing two husbands. AI's father was
Mr. Johnson's first cousin aud had more
crochets and worse. He had silent
spells that lasted a week and family
prayers three times a day, though he
got drunk twice a year for a month at
a time. Al looks very much like him."
"Mrs. Johnson." I said after a min
iie'a Eiiente, while I iiad decidMu
w hether or not I had better teil her ail
about it. If a woman's in love with
her husband yon can't trust iier to
V.eep' a secret, but I decided lo tiy
.Mrs. Johnson. "I really am not en
gaged to Alfred Bennett, though 1 sup
pr.se he thinks ?o by now if lie has
sot the answer to that telegram. But
but something has made me made
; : : 1 " .,,n-, i m ' 7 l i
TjoDSOff Daw'ess 'l
I- ': III ij IpWlJ
WHAT AKI3 YOUR
me think about Judge" Wade that Is
he what do you think of him, Mrs.
Johnson?" I concluded in the most piti
fully perplexed tone of voice.
"All alike, Molly; all as much alike
as peas in a pod; all except John
Moore, who's the only exception in all
the male tribe I ever met! His marry
ing once was just accidental and must
be forgiven him. She fell in love with
him while he was treating her for ty
phoid, when his back was turned as it
were, and It was God's own kindness
in him that made htm marry her when
he found out how it was with the poor
thing. There's not a woman in this
town who could marry, that wouldn't
marry him at the drop of his hat but,
thank goodness, that hat will never
drop and I'll have one sensible man to
comfort and doctor me down into my
old age- Now. just look at that! Mr.
Johnson's como homo here in the mid
dle of the morning and I'll have to get
that old paper I hunted out of his desk
for him lust night. 1 wonder how he
came to forget it!"' It's funny how
Mrs. Johnson always knows what Mr.
Johnson wants before he knows him
self and gets it before he asks for it:
Aa she went out the gate the post
man came in and at the sight of anoth
er letter my heart again slunk off into
my slippers, and my brain seemed about
to back up in a corner and refuse to
work. In a flash it came to mo that
men oughn't to write letters to women
very much they really don't plow
deep enough, they just irritate tho top
soil. I took this missive from Alfred,
counted all tho 15 pages, put it out of
sii-'ht under a book, looked out the
window and saw the ginger barber
coming dejectedly around to the side
gate from the kitchen I knew the
scene he had had with Judy, about the
bottle encounters of the night before
saw Mr. Juhnson shooed off down the
street by Mrs. Johnson; saw the doc
tor's iar go chucking hurriedly In the
garage and then my spirit turned It
self to tho wall and refused to be
comforted. I tried my best, but failed
to respond to iny own remonstrances
with myself, and tears were plowly
gathertng in a cloud of gloom when a
blue gingham rompers-clad sunbeam
burst into the room.
"Git your nightgown and your tooth
brcsh quick. Molly, if you want to puck
'em in my trunk!" he exclaimed with
his eyes dancing and a curl standing
straight un on the top of his head, as
it has a habit of doing when he is most
excited. "You can't take nothing but
them 'cause I'm going to put in a rope
to tie the whale with when I ketch him,
and it'll take up all the rest of the
room. Git 'em quick !'
"Yes. lover, I'll got them for you. but
tell Molly where It Is you are going to
sail off with her in that trunk of
yours?" I - asked, dropping into the
game as 1 have always done with him,
no matter what game of my own
pressed when he called.
"On the oceau where the boats go
"cross and run right over'a whale. ron't
you remember you showed me them
pictures of spout whales in a book,
Molly? Doc fcays they comes right up
by the ship and you can hear "em shoot
water and maybe a iceberg, too. Which
do you want to ketch most, Molly, a
Iceberg or a whale?" His eager eyes
demanded Instant decision on my part
of tha nature of capture I preferred.
My mind quickly reverted to those two
ponderous und Intense epistles I had
got within the hour and I lay buck In
my chair and laughed until I felt al
most merry.
"The iceberg'. Billy, every time." I
said at last. "I just can't manage
whales, especially if they are ardent,
which word means hot. I like icebergs,
or I think I should if I could catch
one."
"I don't believe you could, Molly, but
maybe Hoc will let you put a rope and
a long hook In his trunk to try with if
your clothes go into mine. His is a
heap the biggest anyway and Nurse
Tilly said he oughter put my things lp
his, but I cried and then he went up
stairs and got out that little one for
me. Come see "em!"
"What do you mean, Billy 7" I asked,
while a sudden fear shot all over me
like lightning. "You're just playing
go-away, aren't you?"
"No, I ain't playing. Molly!" he ex
claimed excitedly. "Me and you and
Doc is a-going across the ocean for a
long, long time away from here. Doc
ast me about it this morning Bna 1
told him all right and you could come
with us, if you was good. He said
couldn't I go without you if you was
busy and couldn't come and I told him
you would put things down and come if
I said so. Won't you, Molly? It won't
be no fun without you and you'd cry
all by yourself with me gone." His
little face was all drawn up with anxi
ety and sympathy at my lonely estate
with him out of it and a cry rose up
from my heart with a kind of primitive
savagery at what I felt was coming
dow n upon me.
Without waiting to take lilm with
me. or think, or do anything but feel
deadly savage anger, I harried across
the garden and into Doctor Moore's of
T
SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND. SEPTE31BER
mm
ROSE UPS FORI
fice, where he was just laying off his
gloves and dust coat.
"What do you mean, John Moore, by
darins-, daring to think you can go and
take Billy away from me?" I demanded
looking at him with what must have
been such fear and madness in my lace
that he was . startled as he came
close to the table against whlch i
leaned. His face had grown white
and quiet at my attack and Ire
waited to answer for a long horrible
minute that pulled me apart like one
of those inquisition machines they used
to torture women with when they oiun t
know any better modern way to do it.
"I dldn'.t know Bill would tell you so
soon. Mrs. Molly, he said, at last gent
ly, looking put me out of the window
into the garden. "I was coming over
lust as booh as I got back from this
call to talk with you about it, even if it
did seem to intrude Bill s and my af
fairs into a day that that ought to
be all yours to be be happy in, But
Bill, you see, is no-respecter of-r-of
other people's happy days if he wants
them in his."
"Billy's happy days are mine and
mine are his aud he has the heart net
to leave me out even if you would have
him!" I exclaimed, a sob gathering in
my heart at the thought that my little
lover hadn't even taken in a situation
that would separate him from me across
an ocean.
"Bill is too young to understand when
he is is being bereaved, Molly," he said
and still he didn't look at me. "I have
been appointed a delegate to represent
the State Medical Association at the
Centennial Xingress in London the mid
dle of next month and somehow I
feel a bit pulled lately and I thought 1
would take the little chap and have
have a wanderjahr. You won't need
him now, Mrs. Peaches, and I couldn't
go without him, could I?" The sadness
In bis voice would have killed me if 1
hadn't let it madden me Instead.
"Won't need Billy any more!" I ex
claimed with a rage that made my voice
literally scorch past my lips. "Was
there ever a minute In his life that I
haven't needed Billy? How dare you
say such a thing to me? You are cruel,
cruel and I have always known it, cold
and cruel like all other men who don't
car how they wring the life blood out
of women's hearts and are willing to
use their children to do it with. Even
the law doesn't help us poor helpicsF
creatures and you can take our children
and go with them to the ends of the
earth and leave us suffering. I have
gone on and believed that you were not
like what the women say all men are
and that you cared whether you hurt
people or not. but now I see that you
are just the same and you'll take my
baby away if you want to and I can
do nothing to prevent it nothing in
the wide world I am completely and
absolutely helpless r-you coward, you!"
When that awful word, the worst
word that a woman can use to a man,
left my Hps. a flame shot up into his
eyes that I thought would burn me up,
but In a half second it was extin
guished by the strangest thing in the
world for the nituation a perfect
flood of mirth. He sat down In his
chair aud shook all over with his head
in his hands until I saw tears creep
through his fingers. I had calmed down
so suddenly that I was about to begin
to cry In good earnest, when he wiped
his eyes and said with a low laugh
in his throat:
"The case is yours, Molly, settled out
of court, and the posseasion-nine-polnts-of-the-law
clause" works In some
cases for a woman against a man. Gen
erally speaking, anyway, the pup be
longs to the man who can whistle him
down and you can whistle Bill from me
any day. I'm Just his father and what
I think or want doesn't matter. You
had better take him and keep him!"
"I Intend to." I answered haughtily,
uncertain as to whether I had better
give in and be agreeable or stay pre
pared to cry in case there was further
argument. But suddenly a strange dif
ference came Into his eyes and he
looked away from me as he said la
queer hesitating words:
"You see, Mrs Molly, I thought from
now on your Ufa wouldn't have exactly
a place for Bill. Have you considered
that you have trained him to demand
you all the time and all of you? How
would you manage BUlrand and other
claims?"'
And if there la a contagious thing in
this world it is embarrassment I never
felt anything worse in all my life than
the shame that swept over me in a
great hot wave when that look came
into his eyes and made me realize Just
exactly what I had been saying to him,
about what, and how I had said It. I
stood perfectly still, shook all over like
a leaf, and wondered if I would ever
be able to raise my eyes from tho
ground. A dizsy nauseated feeling for
myself rose up in me against myself
atid I was just about to turn on my
heels and leavo him, f hoped for ever,
when he came over and laid his hand
on my shoulder.
"Molly," he said In a voice that might
have come down from heaven on dove
wings, "you can for a moment leei or
think that I don't realize and appreciate
what you have beeu to the motherless
little chap, and for life I am yours at
command, as he is. I really thought it
would be a relief to you to have him
taken away from you for just a little
while right now, and I still think it is
best; but not unless you consent. You
shall have him bats: whenever you are
ready or him. and at all times both he
and I are at your service to the whole
of our kingdoms. Just think the mat
ter over, won't you. and decide what
you want me to do?"
Something in me .died for ever, I
think, when he spoke to me like that.
He's not like other men aud there
aren't any other men on earth but
him." " AH the rest are just bugs or
bats or something worse. And I'm not
anvtbing myself. There's nu excuse
for my living and I wish I wasu t so
healthy and likely to go on doing U.
It was all over and there was nothing
left for me to live for, and before I
couh! stop myself I buried my face in
mv hands.
"Billy asked ine to go with hiin on
this awful whale hunt!" I sobbed oul
to comfort myself with the Un'ugNt
that somebody did care lor me. re;aru
less of just how I was further embar
rassing and complicating myself in
the affairs of the two men I had
..,,u-h.t I nwnA.i and was now finding
out that I had to give up. I wish I
had beeu looking at. mm, ior i ic;i
him start, but he said in his bis' friend
ly voice that Is so-much aud never
enough for me:
x..h.r nnl vnn anil Al come
along and make it a family party, if
that is what suits uni, me uuss .
if men would just buy good, sharp,
kitchen knives and cut out women's
hearts in a busipessllke way it would
be so much kinder of them. Why do
n,d, tn iika dull we.anons that
mash the life out slowly? Everything
is at an -end for me tonignt ana mat
blow d'u It. It was a horrible cruel
thing for him to say to me: t kuuw
now that 1 have been in love with J"hn
Moore for longer than my honor lets
me admit and that I'll never love any
body else, and that also 1 have offered
myself to him served up in every
known enticement and have had to he
refused at least twice a day for a year.
A widow can't say Blie didn't under
stand what she was doing, even to her
self, but my humiliation is complete
and the only thing that oun make iu,i
ever hold up my head is to puzzle him
bv bv happily marrying Alfred Ben
nett and quick!
Of course, ho must suspect now i
feel about him, for two people couldn't
both be so ignorant as not to see such
a,, oi.crrw.i w thina as mv love fur him
is, and I was the blind one. But he must
never, never know that 1 ever reauu
it. for he Is so good that it would distress-
him. I must Just go on in my
foolish way with him until I can get
away. I'll tell him I'm sorry I was so
indignant tonight and say that I think
it will be fine for him to take my Billy
away from me with him. I must smile
at the idea of having my very soul
amputated, insist that it is the only
thing to do, and pack up the little soul
in a steamer trunk with the smile. Just
smile, that is all! Life demands smiles
from a woman even if she must crush
their perfume from her own heart; and
she generally has them ready.
Oh, Molly, Molly, is it for this you
came into the world, twice to give your,
self without love? What difference
does it make that your arms are strong
and white if they can't clasp him to the
softness and fragrance of yoUr breast?
Why are your eyes blue pools of love
if 'they are not for his questioning and
what are your rose lips for if they
quench not his thirst?
Yes. I know God is very tender with
a woman and I think he understands, so
If she crept very close to him and caught
at his sleeve to steady herself he would
be kind to her until she could go on
along her own steep way. Please. God.
never let him find out. for it would
hurt him to have hurt me!
(Continued Next Sundav.l
End of Vacation Days Finds
Women in Quandary
Hair Coarse and niaeolored. Kect
Out of Shape and Krecklea and
Tan Cover Fair Kncea.
VACATION days are over; all the
glorious good times on tennis
court, golf links and deep blue sea are
past, and indoor Joys are, soon the only
ones in store for many a long day. Now
does the average woman disconsolately
take stock of her looks and mark the
diro results of these aforementioned
good times on court and links and sea.
and wonder what she is ever going to
do to make herself presentable for Kail
shape. Her hair seems coarser, and
four shades at once, from its expusuie
to salt water and hot suns; her arms
are freckled to the elbow and a line. of
demarkation reveals, in her evening
gown, just where her Summer boating
frocks stopped at the neck. Rowing
has set callous spots inside her hands
that make her rings uncomfortable,
and tennis shoes have allowed her f et
to spread so that the buttoned boot of
Fall must be selected a whole size
wider.
Freckles are the most obstinate com
plexion blemishes to pass away. Light
freckles will yield to cucumber juice
or lemon juice faithfully applied. Deep
er ones must bo "skinned" off by a
process more tedious and a little pain
ful. Tan -can bo bleached from face
and neck in a short time, by dabbing
the face once an hour with freshly
boiled water in which a teaspoonful of
bicarbonate of soda lias been dissoivi-i.
Before going to bed rub cold cream
well Into the face and neck and in lue
morning you will be surprised at tno
result.
After a Summer's exposure to wind
and sun the hair must be brushed and
brushed, and vaseline rubbed in at the.
roots to restore its luster. Try a. week
of this treatment, then shampoo the
hair, using white of egg. Rinse well,
dry. quickly, brush and brush again
and be astonished at the sheen and
softness of your tresses but be care
ful to wash well also tho brush which
has been brushing the hair during the
vaseline process. Soaking the hands iti
warm olive oil will soften the callous
places and also make the akiu whi'.e
and firmly soft.
WOMEN JURORS AID GIRL
Aurora, 111., Fair Sex Decide Against
Cafe Mart ia 10 Minutes.
CHICAGO, Sept. 14. A woman jury,
the first In Kane County, and the sec
ond in Illinois to hear a civil case, sit
ting in Aurora, found for Gertrude
Alderman, a waitress who was suing
her former employer, Harry Curzon,
proprietor of a restaurant, for fa
wages.
"l would like to have my case heard
by a woman jury," said Miss Alderman
When her case was called before Jus
tice Dutton yesterday.
A ballif vaa sent into the street to
assemble twelve jurors.
Kvery woman asked agreed to serve
and the jury was impaneled without
delay,
Curzon assorted Miss Alderman had
agreed to work without wages, saj ing
she would be contented with the tips
she might receive.
It required Just 10 niinutes for the
women to decide in favor of Miss Al
derman, asserting that in '"their opin
ion a person who worked for tips alone
was not worklfis but grafting."
31, 1913-
The fcceuted Chamber aud Other Poem, bp
Charles Camiuell. Arthur lu Huuiphtej s
Lunduu, Euslai'd.
Roaliy high-class poetry. This little
volume of is pages will be treasured
becauso it contains the inner thoughts,
nearly the heart-beats of an intellectual
puet who is a purist and the exponent
of the divine passion of 'love, and the
glory and tumult of war. The hook is
newlv nublishcd in London. Kugland,
-where it attained the. dignity of a fa
vorable review l-y mat oisimguioneo
literary authority, the Athenaeum, and
it will meet with special recognition in
Oregon. Mr. Ca:n:uell, who. is. an Kng
liphicitu living most of the time it:
France, is a brother of Mrs. Krank Wil
der, of this city.
Mr. Ciiii.meH is of tho. Byron-Shelley
order of KngUsh poets. His muse has
the cultured. otcU-luri ring- H ' state
ly and . dignified, and when it harks
back, to the. beauty of Swinburne, it
lacks, happily, the satire and censori
ousness which marred the exquisite
charm of the iatter poet's best verse.
The. Cammvlii verse., also, is happy and
fervent. Mr. Cammell is a poet of the
reincarnation, as. much as Tennyson
was when lie wrote "In Memorial!!."
Henceforth, wherever thou may'nt roam,
My bhix-dnK. like a lino of light.
Is on the-waters day and uiglit
And like a heaeou suaids thee home.
My own dim life should teach me this.
That litn should live for evermore.
Kise earth is dai'sneas at the core.
And dust and ashes all that is.
Mr. Cammell lives powerfully in the
past. M.ivbe in the feudal days that
were, he was a belted and armored
knight. Who knows? This thought
lives in "The Kattle of Khaluli," in
which the poet describes the triumph of
Sennacherib, w ho succeeded his father,
t-aragon. the usurper, on the Assyrian
throne in 7U5. Ii. C. "The Battle of
Khaluii" is a true battle song, and in it
lives again the figure of the magnificent
and boastful Eastern despot:
I am Sonna-herib. the Kins of Kinss.
The. Kins ot the tssyriaivs, tha l.ord
Of all the East: 1 new with casle's wings
l met tho rebels, put them to the sword.
Scattered tha powers of Babylon abroad
And truadliiK Klam's pnnces in the dust
My riehlv broldered standards were un
fusied .
Through aU the land. I drowned in olood
mv lust "
For vengeance. Once again I ruled the world.
The poet, with' tine skill and shrewd
knowledge ot human nature shows how
Sennacherib, true pagan that he was,
called on tits heathen gods for aid, put
on his armor, chose the tinest of all the
war steeds for his chariot, and after
winning a bloody victory, was solaced
by "the passion of love":
I am Sennacherib- the King of Kings.
The King; of the Assyrians, the Lord
Of all the East! I left tho victor's feast,
And hither Hew with sweetly perfumed
Following to her chamber my adored;
And as I laid my head upon that breast
So warm aud soft, my weary war-worn soul
Passed out Into the land of dreams and
rest.
Where the wind sighs and the blue waters
roll.
In some respects "The Battle of
Khaluli" is the most satisfactory. Vir
ile, and masculine of all the 16 poems
in tlie book. In it, our poet is the most
enduring, and is at his best. It may
he a personal opinion, but it might have
been bi tter had "The Battle of Khaluli"
been placed to lead the book, instbad of
being relegated lo second place. "The
sjcented Chamber" is a perfect mirror
of pure love, between a bride and bride
groom. It is as daring and as beauti
fully appealing as far as Byrou dared to
Bo. It retiects the spirituality of happy
marriage as noted in the second chapter
of lieuesis. verse IM: "Therefore shall
a man leave his father and his mother,
and shall cleave unto his wife; and
they shall be one. flesh."
"The Scented Chamber" is tho bridal
bedroom, and it begins:
'Tis night time: Ah! my soul, how shall I
tell
The maiiic power of Aphrodite's spell,
Tho subtle thoughts that set my heart on
tire
And nil my soul with raptures of desire.
The Seented t:T'ainber on this golden night
Id radiant with tho silvery, shimmering
Or waxen candles, burning clear and bright.
The siient witnesses of love'a delight.
The broidered sheets lie open to invito
The lovers and their love so cool and white.
And fraprant with tho inott seductive scent
That e'er was fashioned In the' Orient,
The tempting Hi lie pillows, eaeh in place
Tiaintily fringed with frills of snowy lace,
Their little mistress patiently await,
Aud seem to wonder why she is so late.
The poem has three other stanzas of
amorous reflection, poetically and rev
erently treated.
The other poems are: "To Klizabeth";
"White Hose": "Lugano"; . "hove";
"Where Are You Wandering?"; "The
Firstborn": "Day Dreams"; "Love's
Awakening"; "Reverie'"; "A Song of
Old Provence": "Ode to His Grace,
Ucorge YillierB, First Duke of Buck
ingham"; '"Ode to His Grace. George
Villlers, Second Duke of Buckingham";
" The Glory of Guise," and "The Lilies of
France."
It would b'i preferable, if space were
sufficient to allow of liberal extracts
from each of the poems named, but
alas! other books of the week are call
ing for their share of attention, i-tif-Hce
to say- that all of Mr. Cammell's
poems are excellent, and reflect great
credit.
It h) pleasant, poetically sppaking', to
stretch out our hands beyond the seas
that divide us, to Mr. Cammell, and say
to one of that old. old race: "Well
done, new poet of love! You have en
riched the Knglish tongue, with new
beauty." .
Diamond Cut rUamond, by Jane Bunker.
- Sl.u'a. Illustrated. The Kolihs-Moriill Co.,
I udiunaeolis.
It is easy to understand that a
woman novelist wrote this novel, be
cause the latter is so elusive, interest
ing' and feminine in its scope. The title
is well chosen and the plot so gallop
ing that the reader's attention is riv
eted. The heroine, an expert in pre
cious stones, is a middle-aged woman,
an American author. She tells the
story in the first person singular, al
though the reader has difficulty in
discovering if her name is mentioned.
The pronoun "I" is omnipresent.
The story opens in Paris, where the
heroine and Anne Beswick are gath
ering literary material and about to
sail for Xew York. M. do Ravenol. a
stranger to both women, asks the
heroine, who we may as well call Miss
A., if she will escort his daughter to
New York, where Madame tie Ravenol
is waiting. Miss A meets Mrs. Delario,
an American clairvoyant, in a Paris
shop, where both women want to pur
chase fancy dancing slippers as sou
venirs. Miss A refuses to act as
chaperone to Miss de Ravenol, and the
latter crosses the ocean with Mi's. De
lario. Home in her cosy flat in New York,
Miss A visited Mrs. Dtlario to give her
slippers she owned, when Miss Delario
insisted on Miss A keeping for her,
seven red-blood diamonds valued at
$1,000,000 Mrs. Delario says that rob
bers are after the diamonds, and are
about to sack her house to get them.
M. de Ravenol appears and claims the
diamonds from Miss A. intimating that
they were stolen from him in Paris. He
says that he is the secret agent of Em
peror William, of Germany, and that
the diamonds are gifts from the Em
peror to the wife of the President of
tho Mexican Republic, as a basis for
a secret treaty about to be entered
upon between Germany and Mexico.
Mrs. Delario says thai M. de Raven
ol's story Is not true. What is Miss A
to do? Hand over tho diamonds to
"Coursqz consisls jit not being j
dfrd id of one's own mind dndcf j
other peoples. mindy."
r "' V V'' & Vtphit&$ '
' '' ' " " S"
he police, or Solomon-like, divide them
between the two claimants? Billy Riv
ers, a newspaper reporter, helps to un
ravel the mystery.
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lustrated. Houghton. Jliftlln Co.. Boston.
A healthy, common-sense novel of
242 pages, full of information and live
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budding officers of the United States
Navy, afloat and ashore. Blake Mcin
tosh is chief hero and one of his per
sonal friends is a midshipman who con.
fesses. frankly, that he is a coward. A
story tor boys.
Believest Thou This? by Miss Aduh Isaacs
Menken, il. M. A. Donohue i. Co,, Chi
cago. ,
The author of these religious mus
ings, prose and poetry, died in the
year 1868, and this little book of 117
pages, is mystical, reverent and digni
fied in its messages. The pages make
profitable reading.
"Itin and Her," by, H. H. Kick. 50 cents.
Illustrated. American Book Co., New
York City.
Mr. Fick is supervisor of German In
the Cincinnati, O.. public schools, and
his two previous books In German for
beginners, have proved successful. This
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pupils, and contains 100 selections of
short stories, anecdotes and verses. One
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Five reprints of famous books writ
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GEORGE ADE EXPLAINS
SLANG TO BRITISHERS
Hoosier Wit Answers London Reporter as a "Chicago Board of Trad
Man" Would and Paraphrases Sections of Macaulay's Essays.
L'ONDON. Sept. 20. (Special.)
George Ado lias been taking the
British people into his confidence
about slang, and has told them recently
through the Dondon Daily Chronicle
some excellent truths about the use,
abuse and manufacture of slang.
"I am regarded as a writer of slang
quite by accident," he said, "and if
you think Americans have carried it to
excess don't blame me. I have only
put into print what I have heard other
people say."
Thereon the London newspaper man
put Ado a few questions which lie
answered as the "Chicago Board of
Trade man" would.
"Was he Intoxicated?" he was asked.
"I guess so. He lit up like a ca
thedral," he replied.
The reporter then passed him a vol
ume of Macauley's essays and alight
ing on a passage on Warren Hastings,
Ade read first in English and then in
the Chicago man's style these words:
"With all his faults and they were
neither few nor small only one ceme
tery was worthy to contain his re
mains." This was the polished style of the
essay, but the Chicago street version
was: , .
"With all his rough work and, be
lieve me, he could pull some very
coarse stuff there was only one bone
orchard up to his class when it came
to put him away."
Again, in the essay on Johnson,
Macaulay wrote:
"Johnson's friends have allowed that
he carried to a ridiculous extreme this
unjust contempt for foreigners. He
pronounced the French to be a very
silly people, much behind us, stupid and
ignorant creatures. And this judg
ment he formed after having been at
i'arin about a month, during which he
would not talk French fur tear of giv
ing the natives an advantage over him
in conversation."
Here is a Chicago man's paraphrase:
"Johnson's side-partners have given
it out cold that he overplayed his hand
when it came to harpooning the for
eigners. Ho sized tip the French as
about 8 or 9 years old. These .hooks,
each 50 cents, are clearly printed and
finely illustrated, anil are In every way
suited as gift books for children,
around the approaching holiday time.
The Pathos of IHstauce, By James lliincke.r.
$'J. Charles Scriunel's Sons, Nov Vurk.
City. ' . .
Mr. lluneker's early training in,
France shows in many of the delightfuh
essays comprising this novel, essays'
pleasantly discourslve and of cosmo- ,
politan charm. Tho chief subjects dis
cussed are art and literature. The sub
title is "A Book of a Thousand and One
Moments"; and the title is taken from
this quotation, selected from the writ
ings of Friedrich Nietzsche: "Convic
tions are prisons. The experience of
seven Bolitudes. New ears for new mu
sic. New eyes for the most remots
things. The pathos of distance."
Source Problems of the French RevolntloB,
by Fred Morrow Fling, Ph. 11., and Heleun
Dresser Kllng. M. A. 1.10. Harper
Bros., Now York City.
Dr. Fred Morrow Fling is professor
of F.uropean history in the University
of Nebraska, and in this book of Sol
pages an admirable and painstaking
account is given of new views of
causes which precipitated the French
Revolution of 1789. A valuable text
book.
The Way Home, by Basil Kins. SI 35. V
lustrated. Harper & Bros., New lor
City.
Charles, or rather Charlie, Grace, i
the son of a church rector in Newr
York City, and he is the author of thin
remarkably thoughttful, intellectual
novel. Church services, femininity,
love-making and the growth of a sin
ner's personality make up a llkabl
story.
JOSEPH M. QUENTIN.
a bunch of light-weights and mutts,"
not in the same division with us low
foreheads, bone-heads, and very littl
doing in the cocoa. Ho thought he wan
wise to tlie French proposition after
he had been up against the pai'ley-vot,
for one brief moon. Ho kept tho sow
pedal on most of the time, because bu
knew his talk was phoney, and if ho
tried to go along with tlie native soti,
lie would be shown up and made to
look like 30 cents."
"Slang is very often good Knglish."
Ade concluded. "I have found words).
Ihat we call slang today in old diction
aries as good old Anglo-Saxon."
And a prominent member of the
British Authors' riociety rush-tX
promptly into print and said Ade wa.
quite right.
"Few people." he Hdcled. "speak u
they write; many cannot write as they
would like to speak. What would Kil
ling be without his 'slang,' or Barrie.
without his broad Scottish dialect, or
VYells without his men who speak wltn
a lisp or stutter a few words that ev
ery baker's boy uses daily'.' The. key
note of successful literature is tha
translation of the actual words of tho
characters a.s they are In real life into
print. Then when that is done ar
tistically readers realize that they are
near to understanding the man or
woman who utters them, and the auth
or has created literature.
"Good downright slang never
harmed a literary production," he con-,
tinned, "and the great difticulty about
all our literature today is a ricid ad
herence to classic language when quite,
ordinary words would suit as well. 1
believe half the failures in young auth
ors are due to the fact that they try
to write an epic when they are desurib,
ing a quite ordinary incident-"
Moiiinoiilli Tiiiililin Hi-Ill-
Mi .MtH"l'H. (Jr., Sept. 20. (Spe
cial.) W. J. Mulkey. a rilireri' iner
chant of this city, is erecting a new
brick .;ti'ucturc on .Main street. Tliv
rooms in tho building are to be lilted
for stores and offices aud will join
the icoffice. block on (he east. Tl'iv
construction is bung rushed and t'ov
building Is to bo completed wirhin ths
next month