3, 1915. 7
TIJE SUNDAY ' OREGOXIAX. PORTLAND, JANUARY
A History ef tbe Clrll War In the rnlted
Mains by Vernon Blythe, M. D. i. II-
lustrated by mipfc The Xeala Publishing
Company. Nevr York City.
There is undoubtedly room for a non
partisan history of the United States, as
affecting? the period of our Civil War
from 1861-1865. .
Dr. Bli the, a Southerner and the Son
of a Confederate soldier, acquired his
education principally in the North and
lived nary years in both the North and
West. Therefore, he is peculiarly fitted
as a broad, liberal American to fulfill
this, his appointed task, to write a
readable, fair estimate of the Civil War
as viewed from a non-partisan view
point, and with more attention than is
usually griven to the Confederate side
of tne story.
Dr. Blythe is honest to both- sides
and writes so that he does not give of
fense. He is never lacerating or de
stroying in his descriptive scenes of
armed conflict.
The maps' furnished are notable for
their interest and excellence: Seat of
operations during our Civil Wari prin
cipal railroads and rivers of the South
in MSI: Hampton Roads and vicinity;
tbe country from the Potomac to nar
rlaburg; Charleston Harbor and ap
proaches: Chancellorsvilie: Gettysburg.
Cleborne's own map of the battle of
Chlckamauga; Atlanta and vicinity, and
general map of the battlefields around
Jvtchmond, Va.
It is shown by our author that not
only the slave question, but tne protec
tive tariff placed against imports, on
the statute books to give life to the
North where manufacturing interests
abounded, and also sectional differences
between North and South, were respon
sible for the growth of the wordy con
flict which brought on the Civil War.
W are assured by our author that
when the Confederates did not attempt
an active pursuit after the Federals
-ma Run Run. they lost one "of
h rmiMt ooDortunities the Confed
crates had to annihilate the Federal
army and to carry the war to the ted-
eral capital ltseit. J ne real
favor of non-Dursuit was that the Con
fnpraii armv wus too exhausted to
continue the pursuit, as Stonewall'
JapkHnn'i memoirs show.
It is considered. In speaking of the
battle of Chancellorsvilie. that "tne lan
of 'Stonewall' Jackson was a great ca
lamity to the Conlederacy. and there is
no doubt that he was tne greatest ueu-tonant-general
of the Civil War.'
i.-k.,.n' flank march with 30.000
ntrafmf Howard could not. of
course, be duplicated In our day. Vigi
lant aeroplane scouts in IMS would
keep so close watch over hostile opera,
tions. that a Tank march in force now
adays is hardly possible.
In discussing the battle of Gettys
burg our author thinks that at the end
of the first day's fighting Lee made a
mistake, "which further events prove
was disastrous to the final success nf
the Confederacy." whea he Rave the
Federals time durina- the night and fol
lowing day to aseumo a stronir position.
It Is assumed that, at the battle. July .
' as Inpstreet did not take the Initiative
at It A. M. and attack, consequently
I.ongstreet's "failure to obey orders
was in a (Treat degree responsible for
the Confuderales' loss of the battle.
General Meade's decision is commended
on the night of July I. "to fight it out
on the lines he held and to wait for Lee
to attack."
It Is conceded that "Gettysburg and
Virkshurg were twin victories for the
Federals: and from this period. In spite
of all the sacrifices of the South, the
fortunes of the Confederacy dec-lined,
until its last hope of establishing a
separate republic was shattered by
Lee's surrender at Appomattox."
General V. S. Grant Is thus compli
mented for his behavior at Appomst-
"f'.ranl was not uresent at me
ceremony (of formal surrender), nel
ih.r riiri Tn assume the air of a con
queror. His delicacy and magnanimity
on this occasion have set apart for him
tiiace in gratitude in Southern
It is ultimately agreed that "the
North bv their persistency and immense
resources had fairly conquered and re
established ono Nation, where two
would otherwise have been." It is
stated that "May 1. 1S65. Federal forces
amounted to 1.000.516, while the total
number of Confederates surrendered
was 174.:. :. Thus the average fighting
.ir.nrih of the Federals was as 225
m.n to 100. lr. Joseph Jones, Confed
crate Surgeon-General: A. H. Stephens
and other Confederates, have placed the
Confederate forces ensa-'ea at uranj
600,000. This latter total is made up
by Adjutant-General Cooper as fol
lows: Total deaths from wounds, dis
ease and battle. 200.000: prisoners not
exchanged. 200,000: discharges and de
sertions from '61 to '65. 100.000. and
force In field at close of war, 100,000."
One American's Oplnloa ef the European
War. by Frederick W Whltrl.lge. .".0 cents.
E. P. Putton Co.. New York City.
Amid the rush of many war books,
this answer to Germany's war bureau
in this country Is the first of its kind
that has come under the notice of the
present reviewer. Mr. Whitridge, who
says that he Is an American lawyer, and
that he spent the happiest years of his
life in Germany, does not mince mat
ters, but strikes straight from the
shoulder.
Several years ago, our author says
that he visited Germany, and found the
Germans peaceful, simple and friendly.
Later, be again visited Germany and
discovered that in the Interval Ger
many had become richer and more plu
tocratic and that "during the past
decade the Germans have become easily
the most objectionable people to be
seen In the Inns and on the highways
of the conttnent. It is not the individ
ual F.nglishman whom Germans dislike,
but Kngland as a power. They despise
her as thjry do all other nations except
perhaps America, which they fear as
a commercial rival."
Speaking of the new Germany of
"force." our author writes: "When the
Germans ask for sympathy in these
Cnlted States. 1 venture to assert that
they will get precious little of It, be
cause we are essentially a business peo
ple, a civil, kindly peopie. and because
we are not a cruel people."
Mr. Whttrldpo addresses this appeal
to the people of Germany: "Renounce
your false gotis. Mind your own great
business. Gne us back the Germany of
I.uther. Beethoven. Goethe. Schiller and
Kant, and try to recognise that your
function on this earth Is not to own
It. but Is to fertilise oter people's as
you hare been doing for a thousand
years."
Mr. Whitridge d'es not enter Into the
argument that Germany needs more
territory to grow, more harbors, more
colonics. He is frankly "against" the
German war party.
Cathedrals and CtoMer f Northern
trance. i:na vnulck Roe. l!lu-
lrird. 2 To'umes. G. P. Putnam's Sons,
Xi York ClU.
With exquisite illustrations from
original photographs by Vlda Hunt
Francis, these two volumes are real
art-treasures In the highest sense of
tbe word. The pictures ihovn are of
more than ordinary Interest, but some
must be viewed with melancholy be
cause, alas! the originals have been
shattered and all but ruined in the war
which la not yet ended la Northern
France.
The artistic and literary work shown
In these volumes must be measured by
years of effort by specialists who work
largely for the love of lt The cathedral-building
age in France must have
'there is no jov -but-calm".
MOTTO IN NAJHANIL. HAWTHORN?
, . 5TUOV
' ' ;( . ' .-
55-J lira i Tr Si i i : I i? II 1
been both industrious and devout, if we
may judge from the numerous- archi
tectural poems in stone and marble left
by pious builders.
"Of the monuments of France," says
ouututhor, "the few score cathedrals
stupendous, beautiful, or interesting as
they may be are but a tithe; and it is
pleasant to think of the delight of the
cathedral-seeker who finds at Aries
not only a Saint-Trophime but a Gallo
lioman Dalace and an arena, who sees
at Tout not only Notre-Dame but Saint
Gengoult and who enjoys the quaint
dialect, dress and customs of Brittany
with the legends and church of Saint
Corentin at Quimper. In finishing
their work of 10 yeafrs. the makers of
the 'Cathedrals and Cloisters of France'
desire to thank again all those who
have aided them, and to add to the list
of their benefactors the names of M.
the Abbe Gerard' of Toul. of M. Haul
Cordet. and of the learned Abbe Des
antoir. member titulaire de la Socletle
des Antiquaries de la Morinie.'
Romance, fact, history and poetry are .
skillfully wielded together in these
sketches.
Chanters in the first volume have
these departments: Northern France.
Alsace-Lorraine. Champagne, The Nl
vernais. Maine, Anjou, and Laval. The
second volume: French Flanders. Nor
mandy and Brittany.
The Oil Conquest of the World, by Frederick
A. Tal'.'ol. $1.50. Illustrated. J. B. LiP"
plticott Co.. Philadelphia.
Here Is a valuable, scientific but
easily understood book on oils, for the
general reader, showing that, oil la
raoidlv replacing other combustibles,
and that it has become an important
factor in modern industrial and social
life. The book, of S10 pages, with con
veniently arranged index, is readable
and entertaining for the norae, school,
business and public library.
So enthusiastic on oil haa our author
grown that he declares probably few
of the treasures of Nature are exercis
ing such a vast transformation upon
the complex social and industrial activ
ity of the community as oil, and that
oil enter Into every phase of our ex
istence. In preparing this book. Mr. Talbot
says that he owes his thanks particu
larly to '."Lord Cowdray and the offi
cials of the companies in which he has
an intimate interest: the Standard Oil
Company: William F. Nye; the Oil
Weil Supply Company: the Pumpher
ston Oil Company. Limited; Otto Mon
sted. Limited, and many of those en
terprising engineers who face the dan
gers of the unknown and the trials of
the unexpected, in the world-wide
search for oil."
It Is shown that the United States of
America, and Indeed the whole conti
nent, "reeks with petroleum. The Ap
palachians and California constitute
the richest producing centers at the
moment: but the supremacy of these
territories is being assailed serlously
by the discoveries which have been
made in Kansas. Texas and Oklahoma
Canada, so far. has not proved a very
remunerative field, although it is gen
erally believed that the United States
beds extend into that country. Dur
ing the past few years Mexico has cre
ated a sensation as an oil-producing
countrv. mainly through the endeavors
of Lord Cowdray. while South America
gives promising indications of swell
ing the markets with this commodity
to a pronounced degree.
"In Europe, the oil beds are prob
ably, richer and more extensive than
Ire America. The territory fringing the
Caspian Sea, more particularly upon Its
eastern side. Is a colossal subterranean
oil reservoir, rivaling even the rich
est stretches .of the United States.
Roumania and Gallcia are two other
Immense petrolenm fields. Russia is
EenernUy considered by competent
authorities to possess petroleum re
sources, at present lying dormant,
which exceed in value any other min
eral wealth of that mighty empire.
"Italy. Spain. France. Germany and
Scandinavia, like Great Britain, appear
to have been neglected by nature when
this commodity was bestowed, there
being no known petroleum territories.
Asia possesses enormous oil resources.
"Generally speaking, oil never Is
found In districts where there has
been excessive volcanic disturbance.
This Is due to the fact that
at these points tne upheaval oi
the crust has been' so terrific
and such enormous pressures have
been exerted that the oil sands
have bten expelled or else have been
burned up. For this reason oil has
not yet been found among the Swiss
Alps, nor amonir the Rockies. Like
wise, it is not apparent In the British
lrles. which owe their existence pri
mariy to volcanic activity."
Oil Is, so important, then, that it
may be a nations cnieL aesei, anu hu
knows but that one of the principal
causes of the present war In Europe and
Asia may De aue to a racial g recti oi ,
alicra of oil-nroducing countries? Com
fort may lie before Great Britain in
theutilization of its enormous !eposts
of cannel coal and shales. A power
ful competitor to petroleum may be
alcohol, which can be produced at about
one-eighth less than petroleum.
Mr. Talbot makes one general
prophecy: Oil will seal the fate of na
ion dnrlnsr the twentieth century.
Titles of the 21 chapters: The Com-
Inir of Oil: Searching the World for Oil;
tho Well-Driller and His Tools; The
"Oil-Boomers" and Oil Rushes; Tap
ping and Drawing the Oil; Some
Famoua Big Strikes; Taking Care of
the "Crude": Piping the Petroleum
The Oil Refinery and Its Kqulpment;
The Oil Refinery and Its Work; What
We Get From Petroleum; Oil as a Koaa
Making Material: Oil Fires and -Their
Kxtinction: Oil From Shales, a umisn
tnnustrv: Natural Gas and Its Uses;
The Oil Invasion of the Table; Butter
From Oil; Oils From Fish; Methods of
Distributing Refined Oils: The Corn-
mcrcial Uses of Oil; The World's Fu
fture Oil Supplies.
xm . AitnA hv K r Rammons. Illus
trated The Mazamas, 60 Eighteenth
street, and the J. K. Gill Co., Portland, or.
One of the really interesting, wel
come records of the year 1914 a glow
ing but modestly told record of moun
taineering in the Pacific Northwest.
Such a book is a mental tonie to
those of us who, through Inability to
get the necessary leave of absence, or
those of us too fond of Bummer ease,
are unable to take part personally in
these mountain outings although
these said outings are almost within
reach of our back doors. This is pe
culiar confession to make In a region
where snow-clad mountains are as our
every day guardian angels but it is
true. The book is well edited, the
different articles are graphically writ
ten, the pictures are very satisfactory
and unique, and the spirit of the
glorious open is over all the 133 pages.
The literary and illustrative presenta
tions are in every way worthy of their
nredecessors of previous seasons.
Space in this column will not admit
of the opportunity to review each ar
ticle in detail, as its undoubted merits
warrant. The articles and departments
are: "Mount Rainier Outing, 1914,"
by J. K. Bronaugh; "Mount Rainier,"
by H. H. Prouty: "Mazama Ascents of
Mount Rainter, 1914." by George X.
Riddell: "Table of Distances"; "Arduous
Climb of Rainier Over Tahoma Glacier."
by E. C. Sammons: "This Is the Life,
bv Frank Branch Riley; "Lodi Valley,"
byRichard W. Montague: - "Trip to
Spray'ark and Falls," by A. Boyd
Williams: "An Ascent of Mount Sluls
kln." by W. E. Stone; "Mystic Lake to
Paradise Park," by R. L. Glisan: "The
Mountain King" (poem), by Francis
Barbour Wynn: "Across the Range
From St. Helens to Rainier," by
B. A. Thaxter; "A Visit to . Crater
Lake and Fay Peak," by Robert Ellis
Hitch; "The Eruptions of Lassen Peak,
California," by J. S. Diller; "Impres
sions of Mount Lassen," by Edward
Boyce: "Central Oregon's Volcano," by
George Palmer Putnam: "The A. C. C.
in the Upper Yoho Valley," by W. E.
Stone: "The Montaineers in Glacier
National Park." by Edgar E. Coursen:
Mount Jefferson Outing of 1907," by
John A. Lee; "Successful Climbers of
Mount Jefferson." by Andrew J. Mont
gomery: "A Trip to the Silver Star
Mountain." by Alfred F. Parker; "The
Columbia River Highway." by H. H.
Riddell: "The Outing Committee," by
Francis W. Beneflel; "Climb of Castle
Rock," by C. W. Howard: "Four Days
With the Club Alpin Francais." by
Beatrice Young; "Official Maxamas'
Ascents of 1912 and 1913." "Mazamas
on Mount Hood, July 5, 1914." by Anna
C Dillinger; "In Memoriam"; Mazama
Outing for 1915"; "Marama Organisa-
tion for Year 1914-1915"; reports of of
ficers: notes and correspondence: book
reviews; members of Maxamas: routes
of travel to mountains in Northwest.
It is announced that the objective
point for the Summer outing of the
Mazamas for 1915 is Mount Shasta.
Stories Without Tears, by Barry Pain. $1.25
Frederick A. Stokes Co, New York City.
Forty-five excellent stories, written
by an author who is new in this coun
try, but who has scored great successes
In England, where he is balled the new
English de Maupassant. These new
short stories are of many moods, some
comic, some witty, some tragic but all
readable.
Self-Training for Mothers, by Maria B.
Chance, fi.25. J. B. Upplneott Co.. Phila
delphia. '
Nluejoen loving, thnughtfu:. critical
talk written by a woman of experi
ence, talks that ought to be read by
every mother in America.
How easy does it seem to be a scold
ing boss and autocrat at home, when
only little children are helpless victims
waiting to be moulded into men and
women? How soon too many of the
children of such unhappy, scolding
homes graduate at maturity In the di
vorce court, jail or insane asylum.
Men are trained to s trade. Mothers
and all who have to do with the train
ing of children should also be trained.
Theirs is a vocation. -
This helpful book of 278 pages is a
real home-friend for all mothers,' espe
cially young mothers.
Tbe Stream of Human Life, by W. L. Ev
erett Knowlea. Two views. 10 cents. The
J. K. Gill Co., Portland, Or.
Mr. Knowles is a Portland artist, and
a most interesting man to know. He is
fond of poetry, and naturally the artis
tic side of life. This leaflet Is of three
pages. Two pictures are furnished of
views of New England scenery, and the
third page has a bright essay on "The
Stream of Human Life," in which life
is aDtly likened to a stream or river of
water. Here is one paragraph: "Life
at its beginning is like a little spring
which gushes out upon the mountain
side, or amid the peaceful calm and
beauty of the woods, fragrant with
sweet odor of flowers and resounding
with melodious song of birds. Thus is
the soul of man ushered into a world,
radiant with beauty and trightness. of
sunshine and song.
Lands Forlorn, by George M. Douglas. Illus
trated. 4. G. P. Putnam's Sons. New
York City.
The record of an astonishing trip
amid the ice and snows of the Canadian
Arctic provinces. There are 180 photo
graphs by the author and a map. The
Coppermine River flows through the
barren lands of Northwest canaua into
the Arctic Ocean. This book is an un
varnished story of 18 months spent in
these inhospitable regions by the author
and his companions, nfinaiing ineir own
canoes, carrying their own packs, and
caring for and driving their own dog
teams. The style of writing is attrac
tive and moderately expressed.
The Love Letters of Juliette Treuet to Vic
tor Hugo, edited by Louis Glmbaud. ana
translated by Lady Theodora Davidson.
2 JO. McBride, Nast & Co., New york
City.
It is estimated that about 20,000 let
ters Dassed between Juliette Drouet,
actress, and her protector, friend and
lover. Victor Hugo, the French literary
genius. In this volume of 409 pages
there are presented selected letters
from the Drouet-Hugo collection and
the said letters are masterpieces of pas
sion without spirituality. The book is
a great literary curiosity.
Th Ynnnver Generation, by Ellen Key.
II. 60. G. P. Putnam's Sons, New. York
City.
Translated from the Swedish by
Arthur G. Chater. this book of radi
cal philosophy has all the learning, elo
quence and daring associated with all
that this gifted author writes. Eight
essays of much importance, and liberal
thought.
nHa A Drama in One Act. by Alfred Noyes.
60 cents. Frederick A. Stokes Co., New
York citv.
Another argument against war, thrill-
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nnH ae.enea set in the Balkans one fate
ful Christmas. But what about the
defense of one's country? Mr. Noyes
says "Peace."
The Clarion, by Samuel Hopkins Adams. II-
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BoRtoti.
Samuel Honkins Adams is an expert
enced and talented newspaper man. In
this novel he exposes "bought' news
papers and writes his messages In let
ters of fire. "The Clarion," a newspa
per novel. Is sensational to a degree.
hr Moredith Nicholson. 11.30. 11
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With Dictures by Franklin Booth and
decorations bv W. A. Dwiggins, this
novel of serious and sentimental import
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It is written with the sure and polished
skill of a master novelist.
Yet' HDeaketh He. by Gertrude Capen Whit
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A beautifully told story of love and
sacrifice, part of the "uplift" literature
of which out author is a bright star.
The book has charming border deco
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ginister Mreet, by Compton Mackenzie. $1.35.
D. Appleton as Co., New York City.
A clever, philosophical novel depict
ing the history of Michael Fane, his
university life at Oxford, and his ro
mantic adventures in London and Paris.
658 pages.
The Hidden Children, by Robert W. Cham
bers. $1.40. Illustrated. D. Appleton &
Co., New York, City.
A great and compelling novel of love
and war, with scenes set in upper New
York State, when the Americans fought
the Iroquois Indian Confederacy.
JOSEPH MACQUEEN.
Lo, She Is Everywhere!
Ilex Lampman, In New York Sun.
Beauty walks not on the heights.
Nor lurlts in the caverned sea;
She ilpa not forth to dance o' nights
On some sequesterea lea.
To her the weed is as the rose.
The turbine as the sail:
The- sculpture doth not her enclose
Her bouse not. ner jam
There is no use to quest for her
In places old or new;
There Is" no East nor West for her;.
She hath no cnosen crew.
She hath no time, nor any place.
She knows no foul nor fair;
Look where you will, there Is her face
Lo. sh- Is everywhere:
Books Added to
- Library
BIOGRAPHY.
Fremont Fremont and '48: the story of
a remarkable career; by T. S. Dellenbaugh.
1914.
Goldsmith Oliver Goldsmith, by E. s. L.
Buckland. 1900.
Ptrnll Charles Stewart Parnell: his love
story and political life, by Katharine O'Shea.
1014- ....
Tolstoi Reminiscenses ot Tolstoi, by nis
son: tr. by George Calderon. 1014.
DESCRIPTION AND TRAVEL.
Lucas Our villa In Italy. 1013.
Roosevelt-SJThrough the Brazilian wilder
ness. 1914.
Treamearne Tailed heaa-nunters or .Ni
geria. 1912.
Waterloo Bon of the ages.
FINE ARTS.
rssnnett "Who Killed Cock Robin?" a
story with action for the gymnastic period.
1003.
vKtiide to track and Held work contests
and kindred activities, by D. M. F. Krogb,
G. B. Mullison and others. Rev. ed. 1012.
Klrehmaier Kirchmaier book of cross
stitch and crochet In color. 1014.
Newmarch Russian opera, ivi.
HISTORY. -ytiiItti
The renaissance, the Protestant
revolution the Catholic reformation In Con
tinental Europe. 1914.
rt.ii- 4uat cause, tacts about the war for
ready reference, prepared under - the aus-
Llces or tne tu? v ' -... '-j ...
Grant and Mr. and Mrs. Archibald Col-
quhoun. Rev. ed. n. a.
fciaae.n nei " """"i v'-' .
facts about the war: with an appx., Great
UHtaln and the war. by A. M. Low. 1014.
Why we are at war. Great Britain's rase by
members of the Oxford faculty of modern
history. Ed. 3. rev. containing the Russian
Orange book end extracts from the Belgian
Grey book. 101
LANGUAGE.
Salntsburv History of English prose
rhythm. IMS.
LITERATUBK.
--Boynton. ed. Selected poems, for required
reading in secondary schools. 1012.
Lincoln Selections from the letters,
speeches and state papers; ed. by I. M. Tar
bell. 1811.
Sykea Elementary English composition
for hish schools and academies. 1906L
Dawn OHmtdngt
CHAPTER XVII (Continued)
When tbe green car stopped betor
the Old Folks' Home I was In seraphio
mood. I had bathed, donned clean line!
and a Dutch-necked gown. The result
was most soul-satisfying. My spirits
rose unaccountably. Even the sight of
Von Gerhard, looking troubled and
distrait did not quiet them. We darted
away, out along the lake front, past
the toll gate, to the bay road stretch
ing its flawless length along the
water's side. It was alive with swift
moving motor cars swarming like
twentieth-century pilgrims toward the
mecca of cool breezes and comfort.
There were proud limousines; comfort
able family cars; trim little roadsters:
noisy runabouts. Not a hoof-beat was
to be heard. It was as though the
horseless age" had indeed descended
upon the world. There was only a
hum, a rush, a roar, as car after car
swept on. 1
Summer homes nestled among -the
trees near the lake. Through the
branches one caught occasional gleams
of silvery water. The rush of cool air
fanned my hot forehead, tousled my
hair, slid down between my collar and
the back of my neck, and I was grandly
content
"Even though you are going -to sail
away, and even though you. have the
grumps, and refuse to talk, and scowl
like a jabberwock, this is an extremely
nice world. You can't spoil it."
"Behute!" Von Gerhard's tone was
solemn.
"Would you be faintly interested in
knowing that the book is finished?"
'o? That is well. You were wear
ing yourself thin over it. It was then
quickly perfected."
"Perfected !" I groaned. "I turn cold
when I think of it. The last chapters
got away from me completely. They
lacked the punch."
Von Gerhard considered that a mo
ment, as I wickedly had Intended that
he should. Then "The punch? What
is- that, then the punch?"
Obligingly I elucidated. "A book
may be written in flawless style, with
a plot, and a climax, and a lot of little
side surprises. But if it lacks that
peculiar and convincing quality poet
ically known as the punch, it might as
well never have been written. It can
never be a sixi-best-seller, neither will
it live as a classic. You will never see
it advertised on the book review page
of the Saturday papers, nor will the
man across 'che aisle in the streetcar
be so absorbed in its contents that he
will be taken past his corner."
Von Gerhard looked troubled. "But
the literary value? Does that not en
ter" "I dont aim to contribute to the lit
erary uplift," I assured him. "All my
life I have cherished two ambitions.
One of them is to write a successful
book, and the other to learn to wnistie
through my teeth this way, you
know, as the gallery gods do it-
am almost despairing of the whistle,
hut I still have hopes of tne dook.
WhereuDon Von Gerhard, after a mo
ment's stiff surprise, gave vent to one
of his heart-warming roars.
"Thanks." said I. "Now tell me the
important news."
His face grew serious in an instant.
"Not vet. Dawn. Later. Let us
hear more about the book.
Not an flinDant. however, small one.
The time is past when you can deceive
me with vour nonsense.
"Surely you would not have me take
myself seriously! That's another debt
I owe my Irish forefathers. They could
laugh bless 'em! in the very'tecth of
a DOtato crop failure. And let Tne
toll von. that takes some sense ot uu
mor The honk is mv DOtato crop. If
It fails it will mean that I must keep
on drudging, with a knot or two taken
in my belt. But I'll squeeze a smile
out of the corner of my mouth, some
how. And if It succeeds! Oh, Ernst.
if it succeeds!"
"Then. Kindchen?"
Thou t means. that I may have a
little thin laver of lam on my Dreaa
and butter. It won't mean- money at
least. I don't think it will. A nrst
book never does. But it will mean a
future. It will mean that l will nave
something solid to stand on. It will
be a real beginning a breathing speX
time in which to accomplish some
thing really ' worth' while independ
ence freedom from this tread-mill "
"Stop!" cried Von Gerhard, snarpiy.
Then, as I stared In surprise 1 00
ask your pardon. I was again rude,
nicht wahr? But in me "there is a
oueer vein of German superstition
that disapproves of air castles. Sich
ein-bilden, we call it."
The lights of the bay pavilion twin
kled just ahead. The green car poked
its nose up the path between rows of
empty machines. At last it drew up,
panting, before a vacant space between
an imposing, scarlet touring car and a
smart, cream-oolored runabout. We left
it there and walked up the ngnt-
flooded path.
Inside the great. Darn-line structure
that did dutv as pavilion glasses
clinked, chairs scraped on the wooden
floor; a burst of musfc followed a
sharp fusillade of applause. Througn
the open doorway could be seen a com
nanv of scarlet and green and black.
The scene was very noisy, and very
bright, and very German.
"Not in there, eh?" said Von Ger
hard, as though divining my wish. "It
is too brightly lighted, and too noisy.
We will find a table out here under the
trees, where the music is softened by
the distance, and our eyes are not of
fended by the ugliness of the singers.
But inexcusably ugly they are, these
Tyrolese women. '
We found a table wunin tne giow 01
the pavilion's lights, tout still so near
the lake that we could hear the water
lapping the shore. A cadaverous,
sandy-haired waiter brought things to
eat, and we made brave efforts to ap
pear hungry and hearty, but my hig.h
spirits were ebbing fast, and Von Ger
hard was frankly distraught. One of
the women singers appeared suddenly
in the doorway of the pavilion, then
stole down the steps, and disappeared
In the shadow of the trees beyond our
table. The voices of ' the singers
ceased abruptly. There was a mo
ment's hushed silence. Then, from
the shadow of the trees came a wo
man's voice, clear, strong, flexible,
flooding the night with the bird-like
trill of the mountain yodel, 'ine sounu
rose and fell, and swelled and soared.
A silence. Then, in a great burst of
melody the chorus of voices within the
pavilion answered the call. Again a
silence. Again the wonder of the wo
man's voice flooded the stillness, ena-
inor in a note higher, clearer, sweeter
than any that naa gone Deiore. .men
the little Tyrolese, her moment of glory
ended, sped into the light of the noisy
pavilion again.
When I turned to Von Gerhard my
eyes were wet. "I shall have that to
remember, when you are gone."
Von Gerhard beckoned the hovering
waiter. "Take these things away. And
you need not return. He placed some
thing In the man's palm something
that caused a sudden whisking away
of empty dishes, and many obsequious
bows.
Von Gerhard's fac was turned away
from me, toward the beauty of the
lake and sky. Now, as the last flirt
of the waiter's apron vanished around
the corner he turred his head slowly
and T-saw that in his eyes which made
me catch my breath with apprehension.
"What is it?" I cried. "Norah?
Max? The children?"
He shook his head. , "They are well,
so far as I know. 1 perhaps first I
should tell you although this is not
the thing which I have to say to you "
"Yes?" I urged him on, impatiently,
I had never seen him like this.
"I do not sail this week. I shall Hot
be with Gluck in Vienna this year. I
shall stay here."
"Here! Why? Surely "
"Because I shall be needed here.
Dawn. Because I cannot leave you
now. You will need some one t
friend "
I stared at him with eyes that were
wide with terror, waiting for I knew
not what.
"Need some one for what?" I
stammered. "Why should you "
In the kindly shadow of the trees
Von Gerhard's hands took my Icy ones,
and held them in a close clasp of en
couragement. "Norah is coming to be with you "
"Norah! Why? Tell me at once! At
once!"
"Because Peter Orme has been sent
home cured," said he.
. The lights of the pavilion fell away,
and advanced, and swung about in
a great sickening circle. I shut my
eyes. The lights still swung before
tny eyes. Von Gerhard leaned toward
me with a word of alarm. I clung to
his hands with all my strength.
"No!" I said, and the savage voice
was not my own. "No! No! No! It
Isn't true! It isn't Oh. it's some Joke,
isn't it? And after a bit we'll laugh
we'll laugh of course see! I am
smiling already"
"Dawn dear one it is true. God
knows I wish that I could be happy to
know it. The hospital authorities pro
nounce him cured. He has been quite
sane for weeks."
"You knew It how long?"
"You know that Max has attended to
all communications from the doctors
there. A few weeks ago they wrote
that jOrme had shown evidences of re
covery. He spoke of you, of the peo
ple he had known In New York, of his
work on the paper, all quite rationally
and calmly. But they must tirst be
sure. Max went to New York a week
ago. Peter was gone. The hospital
authorities were frightened and apolo
getic. Peter had walked away quite
coolly one day. He had gone into the
city, borrowed money of some old
newspaper cronies, and vanished. He
may be there still. He may be "
"Here! Ernst! Take me home! O
God; I can't do it! I can't! I ought
to be happy, but I am not. I ought to
be thankful, but I'm not! The horror
of having him there was great enough,
but it was nothing compared to the
horror of having him here. 1 used to
dream that he was well again, and that
he was searching ' for me, and the
dreadful realness of it used to waken
me, and I would find myself shivering
with terror. Once I dreamed that I
looked up from my desk to find him
standing in the doorway, smiling that
mirthless smile of his. and I heard him
say, in his mocking way: 'Hello, Dawn
my love; looking Wonderfully well.
Grass widowhood agrees with you.
eh?'".
"Dawn, you must not laugh like
that Come, we will go. You are
shierivng! Don't, dear, don't
See, you have Norah, and Max,
and me to help you. We will put him
on his feet Physically he is not what
he should be. I can do much for him."
"You!" I cried, and the humor of it
was too exquisite for laughter.
"For that I gave up Vienna," said
Van Gerhard, simply. "You, too, must
do your share." .
"My share! I have done my share.
He was in the gutter, and he was drag
ging me down with lilm. When his in
sanity came upon him I .thanked God
for it, and struggled up again. Even
Norah never knew what that struggle
was. Whatever I am. I am in spite of
him. I tell you I could hug my widow's
weeds. Ten years ago he showed me
how horrible and unclean a tntng can
he. made of this beautiful life. I was
a despairing, cowering girl of 20 then
1 am a woman now. happy in her work,
her friends; growing broader and saner
in thought, quicker to apreclate the
finer things in life. And now wnat.'
They were dashing off a rollicking
folk-song indoors. When it was fin
ished there came a burst of laughter
and the sharp spat of applauding hands,
and shouts of aprobation. The sounds
seemed seared upon my brairi; I rose
and ran down the path , toward the
waiting machine. There In the dark
ness I buried my shamed face In my
hands and prayed for the tears that
would not come.
It seemed hours before I heard Von
Gerhard's firm, quiet tread upon the
gravel path. Ho moved about the ma
chine adjusting this and that, then
took 'his place at the wheel without a
word. We glided ut upon the smooth
white road. All the loveliness of the
night seemed to have vanished. Only
the ugly, distorted shadows remained.
The terror of uncertainty gripped me.
I could not endure the sight of Von
Gerhard's stern, set face., I grasped
his arm suddenly so that the machine
veered and darted across the road.
With a mighty wrench Von Gerhard
righted it He stopped the machine at
the roadside.
"Careful, Kindchen," he said,
gravely.
"Ernst" I said, and my breath came
quickly, chokingly, as though I had
been running fast, "Ernst, 1 can't do it
I'm not big enough. I can't. I hate
him. I tell you. I hate him! My life Is
my own. I've made it what it is. In the
face of a hundred temptations; in spite
of a hundred pitfalls. I can't lay It
down again for Peter Orme to trample.
Ernst if you love me, take me away
now. To Vienna anywhere only
don't ask me to take up my life with
him again. I can't 1 can t
"Love you?" repeated Ernst slowly,
"yes. Too well "
"Too well "
"Yes. too well for that Gott sle
dank, small one. Too well for that"
CHAPTER XVIIL
Peter Orme.
A man's figure rose from the shad
ows of the porch and came forward to
meet ua as we swung up to tne cutd-
ng. I stifled a scream In my throat.
As I shrank back Into the seat . 1
heard the quick intake of Von Ger
hard's breath as he leaned rorward to
peer into the-darkness. A sick dread
came upon me.
'Sa-a-ay, girl, drawled tne man s
voice, with a familiar little cackling
laugh in it, "sa-a-ay, girl, the police
man on th beat s got me apottea lor a
suspicious character. I been hoof In
it up an down this diock like a at
tracted mamma waitln' for her daugh
ter t' come home from a boat ride."
Blackie! It's only you!"
'Thanks, flatterer," simpered Blackie,
MOTHER! IT'S. CRUEL
OR CALOMEL
''California Syrup of Figs" Can't
Harm Tender Stomach,
Liver, Bowels.
Look back at your childhood days.
Remember the "physic" that mother
insisted on castor oil, calomel, ca
thartics. How you hated them, how
you fought against taking tliem.-
With our children it's different
Mothers -vho clinr to the old lot m of
physic simply dt-h't realixo what they
do. The children's- revolt is well
founded. Their tender little "lnsldes"
are injured by them.
If your child's stomach, liver and
bowels need cleansing give "California
coming to the edge of the walk as I
stepped from the automobile. "Was
you expectln' the landlady?"
"I don't know Just whom I expected.
I I'm nervous. I think, and you star
tled me. Dr. Von Gerhard waa taken
back for a moment, were'nt you. Doc
tor?" Von Gerhard laughed ruefully.
"Frankly, yes. It Is not early. And
visitors at this hour "
"What in the world Is It, Blackie?"
I put in. "Don't tell me that Norberg
has been seized with one of his fiendish
inspirations at this time of night"
Blackie struck a match and held It
for an Instant so that the flare of it
illuminated his face as he lighted hla
cigarette. There was no laughter in
the deep-set black eyes.
"What Is It Blackie?" I asked again.
The horror of what Von Gerhard had
told me made the prospect of any lesaer
trial a welcome relief.
"I got f talk to you for a minute.
P'raps Von Gerhard 'd better bear It.
too. I telephoned you an hour ago.
Tried to get you out to the bay.
Walled here ever since. Got a parlor,
or somethln,' where a guy can talk?"
I led the way Indoors. The first
floor seemed deserted. The bare, un
friendly boarding-house parlor was un
occupied, and one dim gas Jet did duly
as illumination.
"Bring In the set pieces." muttered
Blackie. as he turned two more gas
Jets flaring high. "This parlor Just
yells for a funeral."
Von Gerhard was frowning. "Mrs.
Orme Is not well," he began. "She has
had a shock some startllug news
concerning "
"Her husband?" Inquired Blackie,.
coolly.
I started up with a cry. "How could
you know?"
A look of relief came into Blackles
face. "That helps a little. Now listen,
kid. An' w'en 1 get through, remember
I'm there with the little belpln' mitt
Have a cigarette. Doc?"
"No." said Von Gerhard, shortly.
Blackles strange black eyes were
fastened on my face, and I saw an ex
pression of pity In their depths as he
began to talk.
"I was up at the Press Club tonight.
Dropped in for a minute or two, like 1
always do on the rounds. The place
sounded kind of still when I come up
the steps, and I wondered where all
the boys was. Looked Into the blUard- -room
nothln' doln'. Poked my head
In at the wrltln' room same. Ambled
Into the read' room empty. Well. I
steered for the dining room, an" there
was the bunch. An' Just as I come
In they give a roar, and I started to
Investigate. I'p against the fireplace,
with one hand In his pocket and the
other hanging careless like on the
mantel, stood a man stranger f me.
He was tulkln' kind of low, and quirk,
blti'i' off his words like a llnallsh
man. An" thts boys, they was starln'
with their eyes, an' their mouths, and
forgettin' f smoke, an' lettln' their
pipes an' cigars go dead in their hands,
while he talked. Talk! Ha-a-ay. girl,
that guy, he could talk the leads right
out of a ruled, locked form. 1 didn't
catch his name. Tall, thin, unearthly
lookin' chap, with the whitest teeth
you ever saw, an' eyes well, his eyes
was somethln' like a lighted pipe with
a little line ash over the red. Just
waitln' for a sudden pull f make It
glow."
'Teter!" I moaned, and burled my
face in' my hands. Von Gerhard put
a quick hand on my arm. But I shook
It on. "I'm not going to faint" I said,
through set teeth. "I'm not going to
do anything silly. I want to think. I
want to . . Go on. Blackie."
"Just a minute." interrupted Von
Gerhard. "Does he know where Mrs.
Orme Is living?"
"I'm coming f that." returned
Blackie, tranquilly. "Though for
Dawn's ske I'll say right here he
don't know. I told him later that
she was takln' a vacation up at her
folks' in Michigan."
"Thank God!" J breathed.
"Wore a New York Press Club but-,
ton. this guy did. I asked one of the
buys standln' on the outer edge of the
circle what the fellow's name was.
but he only snys: 'Shut up Black! An'
listen. He's seen every darn thing In
the world." Well, I listened, lie wasn't
hraggln'. Ho wasn't talkln" big. lie
was Just talkln'. Seems like he'd been
war correspondent In the Boer war,
artd the Spanish-American, an' Gawd
knows where. He spoke low. not usln'
any big words, either, an' I thought
his eyes looked somethln' like those
of the Black Cat up on the mantel Just
over his head you know what I mean,
when the electric lights is turned on
Inside the ugly thing. Well, every
time Ue showed signs of stoppln', one
of the boys would up with a question,
and start him goln' ssain. He knew
everybody, an' everything, an' every
where. All of a sudden one of the
boys points to the Roosevelt signature
on the wall the one he scrawled up
there along with all the other cele-
brities llrst time he was entertained
by the Press Club boys. Well this
guy. he looked at the name for a
minute. 'Roosevelt?" he says. slow.
'Oh. yes. Seems f me I've heard of
him." Well, at that the boyg yrlled.
Thought It was a good Joke, seeln'
that Ted had been smeared all over
the first page of everything for years.
But kid. I seen th" look In that man's
eyes when he said It and he wasn't
jokin'. girl. An" It came f me, all or
a sudden, that" all the things he'd been
talkln' about had happened almost ten
years back. After he'd made that
break about Kooseveit ne Kind 01 a mil
up, and strolled over to the plsno and
began f play. You know that bum old
piano, with half a dozen dead keys, and
no tune?"
I looked up for a moment. "He could
make you think that It was a concert
grand, couldn't he? He hasn't forgot
ten even that7"
"Forgotten' Girl. I don't know
what hla accomplishments was when
you knew him, but If he was any more
fascinatln' than he is now, then I'm
glad I didn't know him. He could
charm the pay envelope away from a
reporter that was Saturday broke.
Somethln seemed f urge me f go up
f him an' say: 'Have a game of bil
liards?' (To Be Continued)
Plea for Somebody Vote.
Atchison Globe.
Man wasn't made to "shave himself.
Whih remark should please the bar-
hers. '
TO FORCE OIL
INTO A SICK CHILD
Syrup of Figs." Its action la posi
tive, but gentle. Millions of mothers
keep this harmless "fruit laxative'
handy! they know children lave to take
It; that it never falls to clean the liver
and bowels and sweeten the stomach,
and that a teaspoonful given todny
saves a sick child tomorrow. It should
be the first remedy given, as it always
down good, never any harm.
Ak your druggist for a fin-cent bot
tle of 'California Syrup of FIsts."
which hits full t'irer'tlons for baliic-,
(hiliirea of ml ages anil lor grown
ups plainly on each bottle. Beware of
counterfeits sold here. 8ce that It Is
made by "California Fig Syrup Com
pany." Refuse any other kind with
contempt Adv.