THE SUNDAY OREGONIAN, PORTLAND, SEPTE3IBER 27, 1014.
In My Youth, by an anonyrpous author.
1.23. The Bobbs-Merrill Co.', Indianapolis,
Ind.
On first examining1 this novel the
reader's curiosity is aroused as to the
Identity of the unknown author. Who
can the grenlua toe who can write such
a perfect picture of rustic peace and
restful, unspoiled country and farm life
In Indiana, just before the Civil War?
The general literary excellence, the
really artistic use of the power of the
natural story-teller win -one's admira
tion. The publishers of this story are noted
not only for their shrewdness and skill
In advertising, but for the excellence
of the books they send out. In the
preface lit the form of an editor's note
we are' informed that the story was
compiled from the .posthumous papers
of a certain Robert Dudley, addressed
to two descendants, Leona and Lconi
daa. This statement arouses suspicion
and Indiana literary people who have
Just received special copies in advance
of this novel are already rashly placing
the blame for the authorship on such
celebrities as Booth Tarkington, Mere
dith Nicholson, William Dudley Foulke,
James Whitcomb Riley, Robert Under
wood Johnson, etc The publishers coy
ly admit that they were forced to sign
an agreement not to make an effort to
discover the identity of the author, be
fore even the original manuscript was
sent them for an examination. This is
mystery with a vengeance.
The place of the story is what was
then known as New Settlement, a
Quaker colony, located in Wayne Coun
ty, near Richmond, Ind., and the date
about 1850-65. " Cincinnati' is "Sin
Snatty" and the Ohio River the "Hlo."
Pioneer conditions are finely described;
there is constant flow of quiet humor,
swiftly moving sketches of character
study, wtih the power of the master
novelist (whoever he is) everywhere
apparent.
The rustic conditions which live
again in these storied pages might well
have existed under similar circum
stances on many an Oregon farm about
the year described. Thus: "There Is
but one doorway in the cabin. The door
Itself is broad and strong and it is
hung on wooden hinges and fastened
with a wooden latch. To lift the latch
you must pull a string that is passed
through a gimlet-hole in the board
above it. At night, or when there is
no admittance for intruders, the latch
string Is drawn inside, and the cabin
becomes a castle. But, see now! The
latchstring is hanging out a signal
that all comers are welcome. Let us
pull it, lift the latch and walk in."
Robert Dudley, the hero, is a little
boy when he is first introduced, hts
home being a cabin in the 100-acre
farm his father had hewed from the
savage wilderness. The family was a
large one, but little Robert had his
hare of attention and love. Robert
was known as "Towhead." His Aunt
Rachel smokes a pipe of tobacco at the
chimney side. The Quakers, or friends,
with whom Robert is associated, speak
of "thee" and "thou." Little Robert
reads such books as Parley's "Geogra
'Phy," McGuffey's "First Reader,." Pike's
"Arithmetic," a "Parley Book,'' Goold
Brown's "Institutes of English Gram-,
mar," "The Book of Jims," "The Sur
prising Adventures of Robinson Cru
soe" and "Uncle Tom's Cabin." The
Dudley family looked askance at "Rob
inson Crusoe" and objected that all the
Incidents in the book might not have
happened, therefore the book was
worldly. Dudley, the elder, remarked
that he found the adventures of Crusoe
very instructive and truthful." Mrs.
Dudley observed that Crusoe "is an
uncommon name. There's plenty of
Robinsons in Wayne County, and I
knowed two or three families of that
name in old Carliny. But I never heard
of anybody of the name of Crusoe."
"Was Robinson a Friend?" asked
Aunt Rachel.
"No, I think not," answered Dudley
enlor,
Trips in the wagon to near-by towns
opened Robert's eyes to the larger
world at his very doors, although pre
viously he thought that his father's
cabin was the center of the world. The
first time little Robert saw Edith Mere
dith he thought she was an angel, and
then ho found out that sho was a little
girl who giggled.
The simple pleasures of the country
side cast their spell over all.
A great novel.
XJttle Kve Kdirartoo. by Kleannr IJallowcll
Abbott. Illustrated. SI. The Century
Co., New York City. .
Mr. Barton, of the firm of Barton &
Barton, stockbrokers, arrives at a Sum
mer hotel to spend his vacation, and
finds the hotel and people living there
insufferably dull. He tells an elderly
man so, and bursts into a tirade against
the plain looks and absence of pretti-
ness on the part of Miss Kve Edgarton,
a fellow guest. To his horror, Mr.
Barton finds, ultimately, that the
elderly man is Miss Edgarton's father.
Just then, Kve is introduced. She is
a born horsewoman and she and her
father are such world-travelers that
she yearns for a real home. Her love
experiences- with Mr. Barton are ro
mantic and unusual, and next to being
wildly improbable. Out of these mate
rials our author has constructed an
entertaining novel of delightful fresh
ness.
It Is stated that Eleanor Hallowell
Abbott, whose short stories in many
magazines have attracted so much at
tention, and whose first two novels.
"Molly Make-Believe" and "The White
Linen Nurse," have been as popular as
her magazine stories is, in private life.
Mrs. b ordyce Coburn, the wife of
pnysician in bovcit, Mass. Born In
Cambridge, Mass., the daughter of Ed
ward Abbott, minister and writer, the
niece of Lyman Abbott, minister and
writer, the grand-daughter of Jacob
Abbott, minister and writer, her early
training was naturally all toward lit
erary ends. Not only In her immedi
ate family was the literary Influence
prominent, but also in her Cambria
environment. One of our author's near
est neighbors was the poet Lowell, "and
as a little girl she used to walk hand
in nana wltn that Kindly man, along
the gravel paths of his gorgeous gar
den, and talk with him of roses, fairies,
paper dolls, or whatever happened to
be uppermost in his mind at that time.
Others-neighbors were Henry W. Long-
ieiiow ana Oliver wenaen Holmes.
Mrs. Coburn is fortunate in her legacy
of friendships, and in the worth of her
literary achievements.
Looking After Sandy, by Margaret Turn
bull. S1.35. Illustrated. Harper &
Brothers, New York City.
Sometimes, with all the grace and
dantiness which characterized Louisa
M. Alcott's "Little Women," this novel
of Egypt, a small town in what is
probably New Jersey, will rivet the at
tention of girl readers. It has
"homey." quiet, sisterly tone.
Sandy, when first introduced,, is nine
years old, an Intelligent but not pretty
ciri. hhe had been taken as a found
ling from an orphan asylum, and glvjn
a home by Miss Perkins. When the
latter died, Sandy was scorned by the
new heir, a stingy old bachelor, and
Sandy suddenly remembered last Sun-
flay s golden text: "Flee into Egyp
and bo thou there until I brins thee
word.
f-aridy runs away, and when her
train stops at a station called Egypt,
sno angnts. ty chance she gets ac
, qualnted with the chief of the volun
"HEARTS CMJNDS ) ARE VERY MUCH
ALIKE i AND ALT- TAttE L.OT5 OF
PATIENCE TO MAKE "THEM GOOD
AND HAPPY
teer fire department of the town, a
Scotchman named Alexander Sandison.
Now, Sandy's real name was Alex
andria Victoria Sandison. Was the
chief her long lost relative. No. Sandy
never discovers her own relatives. But
she begins life in the Sandison house
hold, where there are Mr. and Mrs.
Sandison, five small girls . and" one
small boy. Sandison is proprietor
of the Sentinel newspaper, and Is quite
a valuable citizen. Sandy's life in the
Sandison household, and out of it, and
her and foster sister's adventures make
up. the story. Sandy blossoms as a
novelist and playright.
Our author designs, to describe two
Scotch people, one as a churlish, close
fisted miser, and the other as a vulgar
scold and nagger. These are not true
Scotch types. Margaret Turnbull Is
asked, in fairness, to revise her bad
opinion of Scotch people, by making
personal investigation in that direc
tion. In that event, she may do what
a woman is sometimes guilty of, she
may change her mind.
Art Talk With Kanser, by Haley Hunted
Hell. a. V. Futnam Sons. rew Jorlc
City.
Henry Ward Ranger, it is stated, for
more than 40 years has been the mill
tan leader of a group of painters,
known as "Tonalists." and for a long
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lt: Wit v V -
RUINED CATHEDRAL HAS
. SEEN RULERS CROWNED
Beautiful Structure, Priceless Treasure of Gothic Art, Identified With
Trench History From Time of Louis VIII in Thirteenth Century.
RANCE and the world mourn the
the loss of a priceless treasure, an
example of the finest period of
gothic art the Cathedral of Rhelms.
Crumbled stone and mortar replace the
grandeur and dignity of tower and
spire. Earthquake could . not have
wrought the devastation that did the
mighty guns -of the Teutons, before
whose projectiles the stately cathedral
walls of massive) size crashed to earth.
"Here are no tnnarmonious lowers
of different construction, no parts of
the edifice aro visibly patched, and
that which is lacking to its entire
completion must be-'sought, for it is
not obvious to the eye," was written
of this church, and, although It had
been built and rebuilt at -four separate
times, -it appeared as the work of
one inspiration.
Coronation of Kings feen There.
History records that the Cathedral
of Rheims beheld the coronation of
King Pepin. Charles the Simple and
Henri I. and of many kings since this
time. But it was tho first Cathedral
of Rheims that witnessed these early
coronation scenes, for the church which
now lies in ruins was built in the
thirteenth century arid Louis VIII was
the first king to be crowned within
its doors. Rich in historic association,
beautiful in architecture, the Cathedral
of Rheims was indeed beloved of the
French people.
Many different men and many differ,
ent periods collaborated in the con
struction of the cathedral which un
derwent the late bombardment. The
original plans were drawn by Jean
d'Orbais, who was succeeded by Jean
le Loup. Parts of it were destroyed
by fire and replaced its history was
varied, but there remained a harmon
ious whole.
"It has all the strength of the
Cathedral of Char'tres without Char
tres" heaviness," writes Vjollet-le-Duo
of this Cathedral of Rheims. "It unites
the true conditions of beauty in the
arts, power and grace; . . . and it
one desires to form an idea of a
cathedral conceived by an architect at
the beginning of the thirteenth cen
tury, the finest period of gothic art,
one must go to Rheims. Should one
wish for an idea of what a finished,
completed cathedral .of the thirteenth
century should be. Rheims is again
the type, if one adds the spires .of the
western portal and raises again those
of the transepts."
Historic Place Described.
Elise Whitlock- Rose writes of this
wonderful old building:
"Nptre Damo of Rheims seems, in the
fullest acceptance of the term, more
'finished' than any other of' tho great
cathedrals; it seems even more com
LAXJISA m- ALcoTT
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time, he has been regarded by many; of
his colleagues as the dean of Ameri
can landscape painters.
Such a man naturally has an interest
ing personality, and his table-talk for
instance must be an artistic revelation.
Mr. Ranger could not be persuaded to
write a book setting forth his views
on art, and pleaded that he was too
busy for literary labors or expression.
Dr. Bell had a series of talks with Mr.
Ranger on a variety of art subjects,
and this valuable ' book is the result.
It is a valuable and informing contri
bution to the literature of American
art. ,
"The Tonallst understands the basic
principles of his art, principles of
which the often popular and always
ephemeral faddists are childishly Ignor
ant." writes our author. "He seems to
know that the colored bodyllght of a
painting, slightly broken by the color
less .surface-light produces an effect
which is more pleasing to the eye than
either body-light or surface-light bro
ken merely by its own diversity or vary
ing intensity. This effect he achieves
by texture, to which there Is no short
cut: but when once mastered, it hand
somely rewards the workman for the
labor patiently spent in its .cause. It
endows 'his canvas lavishly with all
sorts of riches: in one place there
dreams the suggestion of a velvet em-
plete than Notre Dame of Paris, per
haps because of the . more consistent
uniformity of its style.
"The building, however, is not with
out unobtrusive defects. The- large
figures of the doorways are sometimes
too big and at times too heavy, and
the arches of the western entrances are
too low. The upper stages of the
towers, too, are not more truly sym
metrical than those of Laon; they seem
finer because they are not, as It were,
sporadically beautiful, but rise In ex
quisite appropriateness to the rest of
the building. As a whole, the defects
are insignificant and the splendor ot
the facade Is so happily merged with
its strength that neither quality de
stroys the rare merit of the other, but
rather combine with it in an almost
Ideal manner. "
"Within the cathedral there is a
different expression of strength with
symmetry. Where the exterior has
harmony in much detail, the interior
has unaffected dignity and a Very
noble simplicity, and its ornamenta
tion, deep cut and magnificent In
sculptural power, is in quantity most
measured and restrained. Instead of
awe-inspiring grandeur, the nave has
statelincss and the elegance inherent
in perfection.
Anecdote Mark Cathedral.
Anecdotes innumerable mark the
passage of, the new-crowned Kings in
the Cathedral at Rheims, from Clovls
to Charles VII. who stood with Joan
of Arc; from Henry III., whose crown
fell from his ill-fated head twice
during the ceremonial, to the modern'
Bourbon, Charles X., the laBt King to
be crowned in the Cathedral. The
order of ceremonies differed according
to times and exigencies sometimes
500 musicians played In the rectro
cholr; sometimes Archbishops gave
tapestries to the Cathedral in honor
of the day; and, after 1574, the new
monarchs took the oath on a book
called the 'Gospels in Syriac and
Greek, which had been given by the
Cardinal Lorraine and is now in the
Libary of Rheims.
Sometimes the lower, panels of the
clerestory were taken out and the peo
ple, standing on the outer, stone gal
lery, were allowed to peer in upon the
magnificence - of the nave; and there
were other greater and lesser differ
ences in the pompous details, but the
scene was always solemn and imposing.
In conclusion of a treatise on the
famous Cathedral, Eliso Whitlock
Rose says:
"Victor Hugo has written that the
name of 'the man, the artist, the in
dividual is effaced' on the walla of
mediaeval architecture, that it la
'human intelligence which is ' epito
mized, -in the great, anonymous
erald, in another that of a pigeon-blood
ruby, and somewhere between the two
nestles the mellowed translucency of
mutton-fat jade; in seeming abandon
the souls of happy jewels are scattered
with such consummate skill that it is
hard sometimes to believe that they
are made of paint. The Tonallst must
be clever enough to learn early in his
career that a scientific process is neces
sary to the best and most durable ef
fects In art. The process, it Is true,
may be (acquired by accident or through
study; and the method may combine
empiricism with feeling, or the mechan
ical application in the .work may be
wholly unconscious of the scientific
principles involved and. if the laws be
not broken, their judgment will-be as
benign as a cloudless Summer day."
The chapter heads are: "Tonallsm
and Tonallsts," "A Theory of Painting,"
"Schools." "Technics," "Methods and
Instances," "The Wisdom of Copying
as a Means oi f.aucat.ion, -fainting.
New. Factors in the Development of
Landscape Painting." "Helps and Hin
drances," , "Retrospection." "Personal
Methods," "Restoration of Pictures."
Just Around the Corner, by Fannlx Hurnt.
New Tork City.
There are many - collections of short
Stories published, but this one, 'con
taining nine stories, told in 341 pages.
equal to the best in all-around.
first-class quality. It tells principally
of tho human lives of New York .City's
manicures, department clerks, stenog
raphers, etc. and the moods .depicted
run from laughter to tears, with love
as the keynote. Several of the stories
are about Jewish people, and the de
lineation of quiet, comfortable Jewish
family life is of gilt-edge excellence.
Two, at least, of these stories nave
appeared in numbers of the faaturaay
Evening Post "The Squall" and "Other
Peoole s snoes. ine latter siory is a
gem In its deft treatment of three
human beings, the Ginsbergs. Abe
Ginsberg, proprietor or a retail snoe
shop in New York City, wilts at the
close of a warm Summer day s busi
ness, and his mother who lives with
him thinks that he is sick. Really
Abe is lovesick for his clerk and sole
assistant. Miss Ruby Cohn, who was
away enjoying two days' vacation at
Long Island Recreation Farm. tUDy
returns, and her marked business acu
ity hurries along the love-making.
Mrs. Ginsberg dislikes to lose her son.
as she had ruled him with a rod of
iron, and her submission is complete
in Its pathos.
The Copy-Oat,
man. ll.Su.
City.
bv Marv E. Wilkin Free
Harper & Broi., New York
Mrs. Freeman or. as she is better
known, Mary E. Wilklns has a quiet.
gossipy literary style, with femininity
as a cornerstone, all her own. She
deftly mingles humor and pathos. In
the present volume of 351 pages are
one dosen chapters, each a separate
short story, pulsing with the peace of
domesticity, with practically the same
characters appearing and reappearing,
"The Copy-Cat" is the title of the first
short story. No, gentle reader, it tsn t
about a , "copy" boy In a newspaper
office," but about a little girl who
slavishly copies the style, speech, dress,
etc., of another little girl, until ulti
mately the "copy-cat" becomes aware
of the error of losing her own indi
viduality.
Mnnnlicnor Villaiww, by Pompeo, Duke Litta,
1.3o. G. P. Putnam's Sons. Now York
City.
Monslgnor Villarosa, Bishop of
Varese, Italy, is the hero of this In
tellectual, powerfully fashioned story.
In hts youth the bishop had been one
of Garibaldi's band of Liberals, and hts
change from 'battle scenes to the cure
of souls makes up the narrative. The
story is interesting, but would be Im
proved with more conversation.
The Charmed Life of MIm Austin, by Sam
uel Marlon. C1.33. Illustrated. . The Cen
tury Co., New York City.
A racy, lively story of an unconven
tional American girl who visits the
coast of China and gets into all sorts
of scrapes, although she Is chaperoned.
One of her surprising moments is
where she, at first unwillingly, is third
assistant at a knock-out boxing
match.
How It Hspneaed. . by Kate Lang-ley Bosher.
$1. Illustrated. Harper tc Brothers, New
York City. .
Carmenclta is a young girl who
passionately loves weddings. Sho Is
too young to he married herself, but
is ambitious for .other people. The
story is a Christmas, one. and has that
delicacy of touch and dainty romance
so reminiscent 'of our author's previous
success, "Mary Cary."
JOSEPH M. QUENTTN.
masses,' and perhaps it is as well to
say of the splendid and gracious Ca
thedral of Rheims that which the
famous Frenchman has said of other
Cathedrals of its time, 'the epoch
seems to have been the architect and
the people the masons.' "
CHICAGO'S GAMBLER DIES
"Curt" Gunn, A1k Had Sen For
tune Rise and Fall, Passes.
CHICAGO, Sept. 18. "Curt" Gunn, a
name familiar from one side of the
American continent to the other a guar
ter of a century ago, passed out of ex
istence recently with bare comment.
Curtis A. Gunn, as he was known
among his friends of the present gen
eration, is dead, but there are few
among them who knew that back in
the 80s he saw as high as 3500,000
change hands night after night, accord
ing to tne deal or cards in iaro or
poker, the roulette wheel or the turn of
dice.
In Chicago's palmy days "Curt" Gunn
was known as the city's highest class
and squarest gambler. He was an Inti
mate friend of the late John W. Gates,
General "Phil" Sheridan, John A. Drake
and the elder Carter II. Harrison.
His gambling place, which was lust
west of Dearborn street, on Randolph
and known throughout tho country as
Randolph, was one of the show
places of Chicago. It occupied three
floors, was extravagantly furnished,
and only those entered there who could
afford to lose $1000 or more in a night.
While "Mike" McDonald and George
Hankins and others of their "stripe"
catered to the dollar or "dinner pall'
gambler and eked out what was then
considered only a fair existence, Gunn
became several times a millionaire. He
built and owned the Arkansas Club, of
not bprtngs. Arte., and the Chicago
ciud at Saratoga Springs.
TURCO HUMBLES PRUSSIAN
Insulter, Taken Single-Handed,
Forced to Carry Captor's Outfit.
CHARTRES. France. Sept. 28. One
of the wounded. Drought here from
Charleroi tells a delightful story of
how one of the Turcos -humiliated
braggart Prussian officer.
This'Turco captured single-handed a
German captain. .After carefully dis
arming him he was taking him to
the rear, when the officer.-in a violent
temper, cursed and swore at the gal
lant Algerian.
The latter stood It for a while, but
as the flood of abuse showed no signs
of diminishing he at last pointed his
rifle at the German, and calmly handed
him and made him carry his knap
sack and the whole of his equipment.
He completed the luckless German's
discomfiture by sticking a saucepan
on his head, and thus led his insulter
through tho lines amid roars of
laughter.
Chanter III (Continued.) -HE
Whalens live just aroind the
corner. The Whalens are omnis
cient. They have a system of
news gathering - which would make
the efforts . of a New Tork dally
appear antiquated. They . knows that
Jenny Lafflin feeds the family on
soup meat and - oatmeal when Mr.
Lafflin is on the road; they know that
Mrs. Pearson only shakes out her rugs
once in four weeks; they can teil you
the number of times a week that Sam
Dempster comes home drunk; .they
know that the Merkles never have
cream with their coffee because little
Lizzie Merkle goes to the creamery
every day with just one pail and 8
cents: they gloat over the knowledge
that Professor Grimes, who is a mar
ried man, is sweet on Gertie Ashe, who
teaches second reader in his school;
they can tell you where Mrs. Black got
her seal coat, and her husband only
earning two thousand a year; they
know who is going to run for Mayor,
and how long poor Angela Sims has to
live, and what Guy Donnelly said to
Mln when he asked her to marry him.
The three Whalens mother and
slaughters hunt in a group. They send
meaning glances to one another across
the room, and at parties they get to
gether and exchange bulletins in a cor
ner.. On passing the Whalen house one
is uncomfortably aware of shadowy
forms lurking in the windows, and of
parlor curtains that are agitated for no
apparent cause.
Therefore lt-waswlth a groan that 1
rose and prepared to follow Norahanto
the house. Something in my eye caused
her to turn at the very door. "Don't
you dare!" she hissed; then, banishing
the warning scowl from her face, and
assuming a near-smile, she entered the
room and I followed miserably at her
heels. '
The Whalens rose, and came forward
effusively; Mrs. Whalen. plump, dark,
voluble: Sally, lean, swarthy, vindic
tive; , Flossie, pudgy, powdered, over
dresBed. They eyed me hungrily. I
felt that they were searching my fea
tures for signs of Incipient Insanity.
"Dear, dear girl!" bubbled the bil
lowy Flossie, kissing the end of my
nose and fastening her eye on my ring'
less left hand.
Sally contented herself with a limp
and fishy handshake. She and I were
sworn enemies in our schoolgirl days.
and a baleful gleam still lurked In
Sally's eye. Mrs. Whalen bestowed on
me a motherly hug that enveloped me
in an atmosphere of liquid face-wash,
strong perfumery and fried lard. Mrs.
Whalen Is a famous cook. Said she:
"We've been thinking of calling ever
since you were brought home, but dear
me: you ve been looking so poorly I
just said to the girls, wait till the poor
thing feels more like seeing her old
friends. Tell me, how are you feeling
now?"
The three sat forward in their chairs
In attitudes of tense waiting.
I resolved that If err 1 must it
should bo on the side of safety. 1
turned to sister Norah.
"How am I feeling, anyway, Norah?"
guardedly Inquired.
Norah's face was a study. . "Why,
Dawn dear," she said, sugar-sweet,' "no
doubt you know better .than I But
I'm sure that you are wonderfully im
proved almost your old self, in fact.
Don't you think she looks splendid.
Mrs. Whalen?"
The three Whalens tore their gaze
from my blank countenance to ex
change a series of meaning looks.
I suppose," purred Mrs. Whalen,
that your awful trouble was the real
cause of your a-a-a-slckness, worry-
ng about it and grieving as you must
have."
She pronounces it with a capital T
and I know she means Peter. I hate
her for it.
"Trouble!" I chirped. "Trouble never
troubles me. I Just worked too hard.
that's all, and acquired an awful
tired.' All work and no plays makes
Jill a nervous wreck, you know."
At that the elephantine Flossie
wagged a playful ringer at me. "Oh,
now, you can't make us believe that,
just because we're from the country!
We know all about you gay New York
ers, with your Bohemian ways and
your midnight studio suppers and your
cigarettes and cocktails and high
jinks!" v
Memory painted a swift mental pic
ture of Dawn.O'Hara as she used to
tumble Into bed after a whirlwind day
at the office, too dog-tired to give her
hair even one-half of the prescribed
100 strokes of the brush. But in turn
I shook a reproving forefinger at Flos
sie. "You've been reading some naughty
society novel! One of those nilllion-
aire-divorce-actress-automobile novels.
Dear, dearl Shall I ever forget the
first New York actress X ever met, or
what she said!"
I felt, more than saw, a warning
movement from Sis. But the three
Whalens had hitched forward in their
chairs.
"What did she say?" gurgled Flossie.
Was it something real reezk?"
"Well, it was at a late supper a
studio supper given In her honor," I
confessed.
"Yes-s-s-s," hissed the Whalens.
"And this actress she was one of
those musical comedy actresses, you
know; I remember her part called for
a good deal of kicking about in a short
Dutch costume came in rather late.
after the performance. She was wear
Ing a regal-looking fur-edged evening
wrap and she still wore all her make
up" out of the corner of my eye I saw
Sis sink back with an air of resigna
tion "and she threw open the door
and said i
Yes-s-s-s!" hissed the vhalens
again, wetting their lips. ,
' said: "Folks. I just had a wire
from mother, up in Maine. The boy has
the croup. I'm scared ?reen. I hate
to spoil the party, but don't ask me to
stay. I want to go home to tho flat
nd blubber. 1 didn t even stop to
take my make-up off. My God! If
anything should happen to the boy!
Well, have a good time without mo.
Jim's waiting outside.' "
A silence.
Then "Who was Jim?" asked Flos
sie. hopefully.
Jim was her husband, of course.
He was in the same company."
Another silence.
"Is that all?" demanded Sally from
tho corner in which she had been
glowering.
All! You unnatural girl! isn t one
husband enough?"
Mrs. Whalen smiled an uncertain
wavering smile. There passed among
the three a series of cabalistic signs.
They rose simultaneously. "How quaint
you are! exclaimed-Mrs. Whalen. "and
so amusing!. Come, girls, we mustn't
tire Miss ah Mrs. er " with an
other meaning look at my bare left
hand.
"My husband's name Is still Orme,'
I prompted, quite pleasantly.
"Oh, certainly. I'm so forgetful. And
one reads such queer things In the
newspapers nowadays. Divorces, and
separations, and soulmates and things.
There was a note of gentle insinuation
in her voice.
Norah stepped firmly into the fray,
"Yes. doesn't one? What a comfort it
must be to you to know that your dear
girls are safe at home with you, and
no doubt will be secure, for years to
come, from the buffeting winds of mat
rimony."
There was a tinse of purple in Mrs,
Whalen's face as she moved toward the
door, gathering her brood about her,
"Now that dear Dawn Is almost normal
again I shall send my little girlies over
real often. She must find it very dull
here after her ah life In New York
"Not at all." I said hurriedly, "not at
all. You see I'm I'm writing a book.
My entire day Is occupied."
"A book!" screeched the three. "How
Interesting! What is it? When will it
be published?"
I avoided Norah's baleful eye as I
answered their questions and per
formed the final adleux.
As the door closed Norah and I
facM each other, glaring.
"Hussies! hissed Norah. V hereupon
it struck us as funny and we fell, a
shrieking heap. Into the nearest chair.
Finally Sis dabbed at her eyes- with
her handkerchief, drew a long breath
and asked, with elaborate sarcasm,
why I hadn't made it a play instead of
a book, while I was about it. .
"But I mean It." I declared. "I've
had enough of loafing. Max must un
pack my typewriter tonight. I'm home
sick for a look at the keys. And to
morrow I'm to be installed in the
cubby-hole oft the dining-room and 1
defy any one to enter it on peril of
their "lives. If you value tho lives of
your offspring, warn them away from
that door. Van Gerhard said that
there was writing In my system and by
the Great Horn Spoon and the Beard
of the Prophet. I'll have it out! Be
sides. I need the money. Norah dear,
how does one set about writing a book?
It seems like such a large order."
CHAPTER IV.
Dm Develops a Ueiasweh.
It's hard, trying to develop Into a
real Writer Lady In the bosom of one's
family, especially when the family re-
fuses to take one seriously. Seven years
of newspaper grind have taught me
the fallacy of trying to write by the
Inspiration method. But there is such
a thing as a train of thought and mine
is constantly being derailed and
wrecked and pitched about.
Scarcely am I settled in. my cubby
hole, typewriter before me, the work
ing plan of a story buzzing about in
my brain, when I hear my name called
in muffled tones, as though the speak
er were laboring with a mouthful of
hairpins. I pay no attention. I have
just given my heroine a pair of calm
gray eyes, shaded with black lashes and
hair to match. A voice floats down
from the upstairs regions.
"Dawn! Oh, Dawn! Just run and
rescue the cucumbers out of the top of
the icebox, 'will you? The. iceman's
coming and he'll squash 'em."
A parting jab at my heroine's hair
and eyes and I m off to save the cu
cumbers. Back at my typewriter once more,
Shall I make my heroine petlto or
grande? I decide that etateliness and
Gibsonesquo height should accompany
the calm gray eyes. I rattle away
happily, the plot unfolding itself In
some mysterious way. Bis opens the
door a little and peers in. She is dressed
for the street-'
'Dawn, dear. I'm going to the dress
maker's. Frieda's upstairs cleaning
the bathroom, so take a little squint at
the roast now and then, will you? See
that it doesn't burn and that there's
plenty of gravy. Oh, and Dawn tell
the milkman we want an extra half
pint of cream today. The tickets are
on the kitchen shelf, back of the clock.
I'll bo back In an hour."
"Mhmph." I reply.
Sis shuts the door, but opens it again
almost immediately.
"Don t let the Infants bother you.
But if Frleda'h upstairs and they come
to you for something to eat, don't let
them have any cookies before dinner.
If they're really Jiungry theyul eat
bread and butter."
I promise, dreamily, my last type
written sentence still running through
my head. The gravy Beems to have
got into the heroine's calm gray eyes.
What heroine could remain calm-eyed
when her creator's mind Is filled with
roast beef? A half hour elapses before
I get back on tho track. Then appears
the hero a tall blond youth, fair to
behold. I make him two yards high
and endow him with a pair of clothing
advertisement shoulders.
There assails my nostrils a fearful
smell ot scorching. The roast! A
-wild rush Into the kitchen. I fling
open the oven door. The roast is
mahogany-colored and gravyless. It
takes 15 minutes of the most desperate
first-aid-to-the-injured measures bo-
fore the roast Is revived.
Back to the writing. It has lost its
charm. The gray-eyed heroine is a
stick; she moves like an Indian lady
outside a cigar shop. The hero is" a
mllK-and-water sissy, without a vital
spark in him. What's the use of try
ing to write, anyway? Nobody wants
my stuff. Good for nothing except
duoblng on a newspaper!
Rap! Rap! Rappity-rap-rap! Bing!
Milk!
I dash into the kitchen. No milk!
No milkman. I fly to the door. He is
disappearing around the corner of the
house. .
Hi! Mr. Milkman! Say, Mr. Milk
man! Tuth. frantic DeckonliiKS.
He turns. He lifts up. his voice. "The
screen door was locked, so I left youse
yer milk on top of the icebox on the
back porch. Thought like the hired
girl was upstairs an' I could git the
tickets tomorro."
I explain about the cream, adding
that It is wanted for shortcake. The
explanation does not seem to cheer
him. He appears to be a very gloomy
and reserved milkman. I fancy that
he is in the habit of indulging in a
little airy persiflage with- Frieda o
mornings and he finds me a poor sub
stitute for her red-oheeked comeli
ness.
The milk safely .stowed away In the
Icebox, I have another look at the
roast. I am dipping up spoonfuls of
brown gravy and poring them over tho
surface of the roast in approved bast
ing style, when there is a rush, a
scramble and two hard bodies precipi
tate themselves upon my legs so sud
denly that for a moment my head
pitches forward into tho oven. I with
draw my head from the oven, hastily
The basting spoon is immersed In the
bottom of the pan. I turn, indignant.
The Spalpeens look up at me with in
nocent eyes.
"You little devils, what do you mean
by shoving your old aunt into the ovenl
It s cannibals you arel'
The idea pleases them. They release
my legs and execute a savage war
dance around me. The Spalpeens arc
firm in the belief that I was brought
to their home for their sole amusement
and they refuse- to take me seriously
The Spalpeens themselves are two of
the finest examples of real humor that
ever were perpetrated upon parents.
Sheila is the first-born. Norah decided
that she should he anIrlwh beauty and
Weak Women!
r
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In Girlhood Womanhood
and Motherhood
The prescription which Dr. R. V.
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some years I s uttered greatly with weakness peculiar to my sex. I was treated by
several physicians but gradually crew worse. One of my friends told m of the flood
results of your ravonte rrescrweton. I went to trie drug store and aot a bottle,
and after taking it. with the "PJeasarrt Pellets." 1 commenced to get better. I never
knew what happiness was, for I was always sick and complaining and made others as
well as myself unhappy. So yea what a debt I owe you!"
Dr.PiercesPleasant Pellets
bestowed upon her a name that reeks
of the bogs. Whereupon Shells, at tho
age of 8, is as flaxen-haired and blue-
eyed and stolid-a little German ma li
chen as ever fooled her parents and
she is a feminine reproduction of her
German Dad. Two years later came a
sturdy boy and they named him Hans.
In a flaunt of defiance. Hans is black
halred, gray-eyed and as Irish as Kil
larny. "We'ra awful hungry," announces
Sheila.
Can t you wait until dinner time?
Such a grand, dinner!"
Sheila and Hans roll their eyes te
convey to me that, were they to wait
until dinner for sustenance we should
find but their lifeless forms.
'Well then. Auntie will get a nice
piece of bread and butter for each of
you."
"Don t want bread an butty! shrieks
Hans. "Dant tooky!"
Cooky!' echles Sheila, pounding on
the kitchen table with the rescued
basting spoon.
'You can't have cookies before din
ner. They re bad for your inside.
Can too," disputes Hans. "FwleHaj -
dives us tookies. Want tooky!" wail
in gly. '
"Please, ple-e-e-ase. Auntie Dawnie
dearie," wheedles Sheila, wriggling
her soft little fingers in my hand.
"But Mother never lets you have
cookies before dinner." I retort se
verely. "She knows they're bad for
you."
"Pooh, she does, too! She always says.
"No, not a cooky!' And then we beg and
screech, and then she says. Oh, for
pity's sake, Frieda, give 'em a cooky
and send 'em out. One cooky can't kill
'em.' " Sheila's imitation is delicious.
Hans catches the word, screech and
takes it as his cue. He begins a se
ries of ear-piercing walls. Sheila sur
veys him with pride and then takes
the waily up in a minor key. Their
team-work is marvelous. I fly to tho
cooky Jar and extract two round and
sugary confections. I thrust them Into
pink., eager palms. The wails cease. .
Solemnly they place one cooky atop
the other, measuring the circlets with
grave eyes.
"Mine's a weeny bit bigger'n yours
this time," decldos Sheila, and holds
her cooky heroically while Hans takes
a just and lawful bite out of his' sis
ter's larger share.
"The blessed little angels!" I say to
myself, melting. "The dear, unselfish
little sweeties!" and give each of them,
another cooky.
Back to my typewriter. But the
words flatly refuse to come now. I
make six false starts, bite all my best
finger-nails, screw my hair into a
wilderness of corkscrews and give it
up.- No doubt a real Lady AVriter
could write on, unruffled and nnhear-
ing. while tho Iceman squashed the
cucumbers, and the roast burned to &
frazzle, and the Spalpeens perished of
hunger. Possessed of the real spark
of genius," trivialities like milkmen
and cucumbers could not dim its glow.
remaps an successful Lady Writers
with real live sparks have cooks and
scullery maids, and ' need, not worry
about basting, and gravy, and. milk
men.
This book writing is all very well
for those who have a large faith in
the future and an equally large'bank
account Bunt my futuro will have to
be hand-carved, and my bank account
has always been an all too small pay
envelope at tho end of each week. It
will be months before the book is
shaped and finished. And my pocket
book Is empty. Last week Max sent
mnnev fni t V, i. A T ,,.. if. 1
Norah think that I do not know.
(To be Continued.)
Propriety.
(Washington Star.)
"Tho name of a person is always
classified aa a propor noun," said the
teacher.
"That's goin' too fur, teacher." ex
claimed the biggest bey in the school.
"There is some men around here so
low-down that their names ain't proper
to be spoke in any polite company."
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