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.1 SPIRITUAL OR MATERIAL JAIL DECLARED FATE OF THE GRbAT World Said to Be Unable to Deal Generously With Men Who Tower Above Into Loneliness of Heights Imprisonment of John Called Instance of Attitude Toward Leaders Like Lincoln, Wilson, Roosevelt. THE .SUNDAY OREGOXIAX. PORTLAND, OCTOBER - 1, 1923 BY DR. W. B. HINSON. Pastor East Side Baptist Church. And John was standing with two of Ills diaciplea and aaw Jeirus walking, and eld. "Behold the Lamb of God who tak.th away the sin o the world." John 1:8. LEARLY tliere are two things . 10 taiK aoout in uu." t c a.--, tuo man and his message. The first thing I read, about the great Baptist is the statement "There was a man. sent from God whoso name was John." He was a man a rare thing under God's stars. Hundreds, of millions of people called men; hundreds of millions of people who think they are men; but this was a man than whom a manlier never breathed the air; a man who never turned his back but marched breast forward to his life's task. Speaking about this man to his enemies Jesus said, "What did you expect to find In John? A reed shaken with the wind? A fluffy-haired bullrush. agitated by a passing zephyr? Well, you did not find it. What did you expect to find in John? A man clothed in soft raiment, using soft speech? Tou did not find it. But what did you find in John?" said the great Christ. You found a prophet, a man with lightning in his eyes, and thunder In his throat, and a great commis sion from God surging in his soul. Baptist la Lauded. Tea," added Jesus, "Among all those born of women Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Isaiah there hath not risen a greater than John the Baptist." A wonderful eulogy com ing from God. And it was affirmed of this man that he was great In the sight of God. Then how great he must have been the imagination fails to portray. Not merely in the eyes of his generation, but when God looked at the man he saw in John a great man. And it is further saW, the hand of the Lord was upon him, shaping ilm like a potter's hand, and guid ing him as did the fiery cloud pillar in the wilderness which led the Israelites. For he was charged with the divine energy, and the hand of the Lord wu upon him. And he was filled with the spirit of God. Approach that statement by easy tages. You know what it is to be filled with emotional impulse; and The Fugitive Millionaire, by Anthony Carlyle. The Houghton-Mifflin com pany, Boston, ilaaa. Considering that it Is best to criticise first and praise afterward, let it be written that "The Fugitive Millionaire" is a fine exhibition of literary gymnastics, with Mr. Car lyle in the center directing a Bmall group of exceedingly agile charac ters who pop in and out of situa tions and complications like clowns diving through hoops. And at the end of a circus substitute the grand fanfare of trumpets and the final triumphs of the acrobats for the denouement of a melodrama and the bow before the curtain, and there you have it. Lee Dorice, the stepchild of an avaricious woman, is forced be cause of financial straits to a marriage .with a senile, crabblt old millionaire. She has had a taste of love before that which rankles within her and causes her to miss the affections which should be a part of her wedded life. There is a murder of several years history as a part, and the search for the murderer and his escapades make up a good bit of the story. Lee Dorice Smithers aids In the concealment of the ac cused man and strives so hard to repress rising sentiment that It looks for a -.vhile as though she would live to her husband's age without gaining the happlneBS which she feels is hers. Then there is a presto change and her senile husband takes off his wig and proves himself the innocent fugitive millionaire. The book is not a novel because it has no message, but it is a good brand of light fiction. Wet, by Charles Alden Saltier. ,The Alden company. New York City. The difference between eastern and western conventions and modes of thoughts is the theme of Mr. Seltzer in this new novel. Seltzer Is known as a writer of western faction of the red-blooded, highly exciting sort and here he strength ens his reputation. Right off the bat there is almost a lynching, pre vented by Josephine Hamilton, the astern girl, who tries to carry her convictions into the west and put them to use. How she has to relinquish these convictions and take on those of the west is the real story of the book. It abounds with bad men and good ones, and there is gun play and love, fighting and much excitement put tip In book form in good fashion. The Claan. by Storm Jameeon. Little, Brown A Co., Boston, Maaa. Caviar has nothing to do with "The Clash." It la a peculiar del icacy; some persons like It and some do not. The semblance comes In the taste it requires; there are those who will have a taste for the book. Whether agreeable or not the taste of caviar is Interesting and there lies another semblance. in a day when books are allowed to be frank by reason of the nature of the day, this one is amazing for its abundance of the quality of frankness. A mid-Victorian would turn over in her grave at the treat ment of the theme and a Victorian vagabond of the most liberal ten dencies would blush at some of the pages. The clash of which Storm Jameson writes Is between English and Americans, or. more exact between an Kngllsh woman, bred English to the marrow of her bones, and Cap tain Jess Cornish, an American from Texas; necessarily from such a state because such Americans as he reek of such atmosphere and be cause to the English mind they are typical. Perhaps It was a deliberate choice: perhaps Storm Jameeon does not know that other kinds of Amer icans exist. There is no doubt that her attempt to establish an inter national understanding of tempera ment will be resented. But e'vor. the most resentful will admit a superior literary ability; the book iff amazingly smartly writ ten and astonishingly well-conceived. Storm Jameson writes with an en ergy that seems to be her very life, and the wonder seems that life does not end with the book. She is vivid, real and effectual, and yet writes with a lightness, an airiness and a beauty that is almost genius. Captain Jess Cornish says. "Amer ica has 'her future, a glorious fu ture; England has nothing but her past." and Elizabeth Denman says ' to the American. "You are life, you are fire; jou draw veivtbinx' to Ji j-jSMaaam I rTTiTT l TUSo&lr Pir-VTrrT iwe.T-'l 1" i you know what It is to be swayed by an ardent purpose like patriotism or duty; find' when you know what It is to have your heart surcharged with a consciousness that great things are required of you and must be performed by you: then what do you think can be the condition of a man who is caught up In a gale of God. and filled with th Holy Ghost? Joba Seat Like Ballet. And so he was a man sent from God as a bullet from a gun, or as an arrow from a bowstring on which rests an omnipotent finger. Do you get out of the way when a man like that appears, for he is resistless a a star in its orbit, and all conquering as the heaving tide of the ocean? And he came through good par entage. I say it softly, but there are exceptions to that rule. For wisdom occasionally grows in a swamp of ignorance and folly, end goodness like a lily will appear in squalor and filth. But as a general thing great goodness comes of good parentage. Do you think your boy or your girl is likely to be great and good because of the kind of father an-d mother they have got? And are you worthy of the father and mother who were good and strong and wise? He came of good par entage. , Great Men Lonely. And he was a lonely man. Never was there a great man other than lonely. We do not call the bulking hill e, mountain till it gets up into the solitude, and into the loneliness. We should all be like him. He was a lonely man. That is the price you nave to pay for moral and spiritual greatness. If you are high enough to see the things others know of only by your description, you neces sarily are 'lonely. And you neces sarily are misunderstood. For carp ing critics as I listened the other night in the darkness, I thought I might say carping crickets pass opinions on the stars, and the sun. and God Almighty. He was lonely. And he got his training in the wilderness where he saw the dawns and the twilights and the midnights; where the unimpeded sun rose up in the morning and traversed his way In glory across the sky and sank down in the west at night; where he. heard God's live winds whisper and sing and sob and shriek and curse; where he listened to the. you and give nothing:" then she al lowed herself to be drawn, because the abruptness, the bluntness and the barbarianism of Storm Jame son's typical American were irre sistible. Certainly there are such Amer icans, and most assuredly they were present In England during the war; cocksure, arrogant and flaming. The unfairness was created by putting Jess Cornish from Texas with the flower of England and then writing about the cla-sh. Aside from the story, which is interesting, the ''national differences found in individuals are clearly de fined and truthfully delineated. This is an achievement, and another achievement is the interpretation of the fever of war and the effect it had on tranquil lives. Tha salvation of the book is that the characters this fever twists are clean-cut per sons, intellectual and fine; persons who are keen enough to know what Is happening to them. Shocking as it will be to the sensitive, the story is the bitter truth. One Thing Is Certain, by Sophie Kerr. The George H. Doran company. New York city. While certain authors and other figures of importance have been groping for the reason of this new freedom demanded by women, sup posed to be one of the problems of the age, Sophie Kerr has taken her pen In hand, just like that, and dashed off a novel that strikes at the very roots, the utter beginning and the actual fundamentals of the problem. She has gone behind the present, back a few years, and away from the realm of short skirts and rouge and bobbed hair. The story takes place on the east ern shore of Maryland in a com munity that Is stiff-backed and hide-bound with religion, dominated by a few characters who are so re ligious that they have lost the hu man touch. Amos West, the father of Lou el len. is one of these; a man to whom freedom of thought Was sin ful and who cherished in his heart nothing but God-fearing religion. John Henry Hyde, successful suitor to Louellen's hand, is another, cruel in his fanatical righteousness, and thoroughly "in accord with Saint Paul's statement that the woman was the weaker vessel, and because she was weaker she must be domi nated and ruled strictly according to man's wishes and ideas." He whipped his horses, he liked to "break" the colts to harness, and he went to church every time the bell rang. "He was a gloating reader of all the franker and more flavorous parts of the Old Testa ment and the Apocraypha. His im agination stank with such filth and now to his wife hs could reveal it." Amos West sanctioned the mar riage because John Henry Hyde was a faithful church-goer. Louellen agreed to it because Mart Bladen broke his promise not to get drunk any more and arouse her father's hatred of him. The marriage spoils her life and Mart's. It Is both difficult and joyous to realize that the novel is a contem porary product. It is powerful and superb. The reader is apt to hate John Henry Hyde with an unholy fervor. He is most admirably de picted in his vileness, and Louellen. the proud, the capable, the sensi tive, is entirely lovable both in her maiden and in her piteous married state. The perfection of the story's architecture makes it absurd to speak of its literary merit, and the question In hand is so strong and so tremendous that little attention is paid to the writing. It has been prophesied that "One Thing Is Cer tain" will raise controversy. Should this prove true, let it be hoped that Mart Bladen's way of living and his honesty, for all his streak of wild ness, is the better way. and Sophie Kerr has proved that Louellen West would have had a better life if she had been allowed freedom of thought and action. Memoir of a Clnbman, by G. B. Burgin. B. P. Uutton & Co.. New York city. There are various reasons why memoirs generally make delightful reading. One of them is that they are written In an Intimate vein; an other that they bring back memories to those contemporary with the writer, and also they unfold a wealth of the little steps of big men who have helped to make history in one sense or another. Perhaps the best memoirs are gleaned from lit erary. Xlvej, and cerlainly ma 4 apj. solemn roll of the thunder and watched -the jagged lightning pur suing its tortuous course across the dun clouds. World Is Conquered. He was a -wilderness man. He dared to be alone. He dared look out Into space. He dared confront the unfamiliar. And he was a roan who had conquered the world. All he needed was food and clothing, and he found both in the desert. And when the world went to John the Baptist and said. "We will take away from you that you love most," he froze the world by contemptuous inquiry, "What have I got that you can take way? The locust is free, and the wild honey, and the skin coat I got cheap." And when" the world said, "We will give you prizes if only you be come a conformist, if only you be come as a shallow lake and desist from being oceanic," John said, "Where are your prizes? You have nothing I want." Now what can the world or the dovil do with a man who does not want anything? And that Is where John was. He had . conquered the world. And he heard a call as did Saul, and Isaiah, and David, and Peter, and James, and John, and Philip. Leaser Men Called Alao. Lesser men heard calls, too, and away out of the hearing of them. One of them saw his great posses sions, and he ignored the call of God Just as you. do, for a bit of dirty money. And he went to hell with the red gold burning his palm, and missed the great reward. But this man courageously rose up to accept the call away from home, friends, and ease; and he went out to where the. foe scowled, and where the traitor plotted, and where the snake of the scandal monger squirmed among the underbrush, and where the mole of envy stirred up its dirt heaps. He went out to be the butt of the scoffer; to be antagonized by Pharisee, Sadducee, Scribe and Herodlans. Yes. he went out to death; because he had conquered the world, and heard God. and feared nothing. Great Word Carried. And he had a great word in his heart. I have never noted a great man in an the history I have read but had that same thing. Sometimes It Is an ardent love for an old to ask in this case why the book is called "Memoirs of a Clubman." The Vagabonds and the New Vag abonds, and in fact most of the clubs with which Mr. Burgin had to do, were literary in bent and member ship. Mr. Burgin is a novelist and he reminisces mostly of his col leagues, sometimes talking a bit about the stage and the lecture platform. There are some splendid anecdotes of splendid characters and the procession of these that marches through the pages Is long, interest ing and brilliant. Among them are such as Barrle, Jerome K. Jerome. Barry Pain, Grant Allen, Eden Phill potts, Robert Barr and other celeb rities who enter before they have achieved fame, and among those already made are Swinburne. Conan Doyle and William Black, who speak from the club fireside or table. Mr. Burgin has written his me moirs with a proper appreciation of the humor required to make them illuminating and fascinating. He has almost a touch of naivety in his treatment, and those readers who look on the present day as one sub sequent to their own as well as younger folk will enjoy the book. A Vagrant Tone, by Bryan T. Holland. Small, Maynard & Co.. Boston, Mass. Occasionally an author is bold enough to disregard current tenden cies and the demands of public love of turbulence,' settle himself to the task of writing something really beautiful in theme, in word, in set ting and accomplish it. Bryan T. Holland read in Moul ton's "The Garden of Dreams": "From a briar-grown garden that nobody knows. Save one lone -bird with a vagrant tune. The dreamer gathers a last sad rose, The ghost of a season that once was June." Of this he weaves a story as gen tle as the verse and with the same sad, mellow beauty. Miss Laven der, a recluse and a delicious char acter, aided, served, scolded and petted by Euphemia, a servant of unique parts, sits on her veranda or by her fireside, playing the part of "the one lone bird with a vagrant tune," until she reaches her 58th year and gathers the last rose of love. This gentle life so gently written into a book seems among most other -books like a cameo on a flapper. Sidelights on American Literature, by Fred Lewis Pattee. The Century com pany. New York city. Unintentionally the author pro vides an excellent appreciation of O. Henry. Hla analysis Is illuminat ing, because, as he observes, reading any quantity of O. Henry stories in rapid succession tends to submerge the critical sense, and a thorough examination into the fascination of this great writer is interesting. Mr. Pattee, however, deplores the fact that this is the O. Henry age. as he deplores the effect O. Henry has had on modem literature. Admitting much of the excellence of this master of short stories, he accuses Mr. Porter of mechanical humor and of being merely a funny man. His exaggerations and his comparisons are called machine made wit. It is a pleasure to read diction, but the-shock of this attack to have the opportunity of contra of O. Henryism has hardly subsided and the next essay begun before it is discovefed that H. L. Mencken !s the next victim. Even the first sins of Mr. Mencken are uncovered. Besides these two essays, there Is a paper on the failure of the world war to produce a poet; another on Mary E. Wilkins, one on Bryant and Longfellow each, and others. Even though Pattee has attacked one of'the most beloved of American writers and has come very near slinging mud. It cannot be denied that he writes In an entertaining and enlightening way. Love, by Leonle Amlnoff. B. P. rutton A Co., New York city. There is a prologue to connect "Love" with the preceding novel, "Revolution," of the series of Napoleonic romances being written by Madame Aminoff. but, preface or not, he who possesses a thorough knowledge of the life and the char acters of that age will readily know the amount of worth and accuracy in this clever writer's work. Cer tainly, however, this nqvelization of the days of Napoleon makes for interesting reading. That such books have been done before should make little difference, for Madame Aminoff Is an extremely clever writer and her accounts are spar kling and her Interpretation of the customs of 125 years ago is ab sorbing. There are some spots, especially those conversations- of women, which - father or mother. Sometimes it is the removal of a little child into the unseen eternity. Sometimes it is an awful renunciation. Sometimes it is an ardent eternal love. Sometimes it is a gaping wound in the heart. Sometimes it is a tragic memory. Sometimes it is a melody heard for a moment but never to be forgotten. Sometimes it is a vision splendid that fell upon the sight once to be remembered forever. Great Work: Foretold. And this was the word in John's heart: "Some day you will baptize a man, and upon that man as you baptize him there will descend a dove, and under the form of that dove will be the spirit of God he is the Christ." Now then, use your imagination if you have any. That bronzed man baptizing there in the waters of the Jordan, how he looked at the men who came for baptism. But the dove never descended. And he watched, and watched, and" watched in vain, ever in vain. But one day the eagle eye of this man fell as he looked into the eyes of one greater than himself. And one day the lion. of the Jordan hushed his voice to a whisper as he saw before him the chosen of God. And up from the yielding water he lifted the body of Christ, and there was the dove; and a voice said, "This is my beloved son." Second Place Accepted. And then he took second place. As greatness ever can. As littleness never could. For this man said of Jesus, "He has the bride, and he is the bridegroom, and I am the friend of the bridegroom out in the hissing storm, looking through where the blind illy fits the casement and see ing the Joy inside, and having a great flood of joy in my heart to think my superior has come into his own." He took second place. How yon take your second place gauges your greatness always. I have known a man quit. -his church because his term on the dlaconate ran out and he was not - reappointed. What funny little things wear clothes that only men should wear. And 1 have known of a woman forsaking the communion of the church because a preacher was not careful to say "Good morning to you." and "How are the children?" when he passed her on the street. What little women there are in come very near smacking of satire. It must be that women are surpris ingly alike, whatever the age in which they lived. That might also be said about the men, for Barras, Tallien and others who figure in the bringing of Napoleon Bonaparte forth from obscurity, are surpris ingly human. The French revolution forms the background in this new volume of the author's chain of romances dealing with the career of Napo leon Bonaparte. The theme is the courtship of Napoleon and Josephtne and the plot comes from the oppo sition the future emperor encounters in his courtship. Well written, a touch of naughti ness now and then, intrigue and the fascinating politics of that day; the book is certain to be appreciated. Five Nlghta at the Five Pines, by Avery Gaul. The Century company. New York city. It Is seldom that a mystery story dealing with haunted houses and ghosts gets by with any tremendous success, but we predict that "Five Nights at the Five Pines" will be Just as -widely read as It is unusual and good. Avery Gaul has written a winner, has done her task well and has afforded several hours of interesting reading. The story concerns a house near Cape Cod, formerly the property of a successful sea captain. There is t the outset but one person living there, Mattie Charles T. Smith, an old woman who was the sole sur vivor of a .wreck rescued by the owner of the house and named for the captain's ship. At the old lady's death the wife of an author from New York buys the house, which she has coveted for years, and goes to live in it, managing to stay there five nights. Her experiences are told in the firs person. At night a foot goes up and down the stairs and other strange things happen. What they mean and where they come from it would be unfair to tell in a review. Avery Gaul has contrived to write her story in such a clever manner that the suspense is held until the very denouement and the mystery is a real mystery until the very clever author is ready to solve it. The book Is her first novel, but ft Is of such quality that her next one will be read on the reputation of the first. From Harrison to Harding, by Wallace Dunn. In two volumes.) G. P. Put nam's Sons, New York city. It might be well to mention at the start that Arthur Wallace Dunn is a newspaper man who has served in Washington during the third of a century which he" covers In his commentary-history; has been in close touch with most of the lead ing political figures of that time, and from the nature and tone of his writing, has been a shrewd and keen observer. He knew intimately Har rison, Cleveland, McKinley, Roose velt, Taft, Wilson and Harding and understands the whole machine, or system under which each one operated. The work, however, is not on per sonality, or of a biographical char acter in the true sense, and comes closer than anything to being a his tory. But it is history, written in an interesting vein, with touches of the personal often enough, and with sufficient little revelations that can not be called hard and fast history, to make extremely good reading. It is a work which should prove popular, for the majority of its readers will have known the ad ministrations of each of the seven presidents dealt with. Practically all of the bLg issues and crises which have risen since 1888 are discussed nvmmsmmmsmmmmmmi r t fl 2 Sophie Kerr, a nth or ff HOae Thtnor la Certain, a powerful mot el juitt published hr ta. Dora a comgaajTw ; , this world, and how good it would be if God took them all to heaven where they would be safe. He took second place grandly. For he used a word that has been humming In my mind like a vibrant harp string touched by the finger of some great musician. He used this word. "The friend of the bridegroom rejolceth." Greataeaa la Proved. - Ah, now do you begin to see again the greatness of John?' "He must increase; Z must decrease rejoic ingly." And so he slid down the horizon, and got where all such men get ultimately, into Jail. O they do not put them in vulgar stone build ings with iron bars today, but they put them in Jails. What was it I heard you say of a great speaker who visited the town a little while ago? You said, "O yes, he is a great man, but " That was the Jail into which you tried to put that great man. They have always dons it. They did it by Lincoln. An actor shot him, but there were lots of people In Amer ica stuck pins In ease great man's heart. And they did it to Roose velt. And they are doing it to Wilson. Men who are not fit to pick up a broken shoe lacs that the president of this country throws away, are talking about amend ments. Message Seat to Cnrlat. Good Lord, if they could only get an amendment made to themselves, I would votes for it with both hands every hour of the day. So they put John in jail. And in Jail he sent out a word to Jesus Christ, one of the greatest words and one of the most misunderstood words in the Bible. He said, "Art thou he who should come, or do we look for another?" And little men who never could understand greatness have said, "Ah, he turned white; he was a quitter; the slackers got hold of him; for, see', he doubts Jesus." He does not. He doubts himself. He says, "Have I been wrong In" pointing you out as the Lamb of God?" You see. the jail did not suit the lion of the Jordan. You cannot coop up an eagle of the upper air in an ordinary Portland henhouse- And this man began to doubt himself in that little Jail. He said, "Justell me if you are the Christ, and Iwil.l rot with a smile on my face."And Jesus wrought miracle after miracle to show John he was Jesus. 1 Well. Herod had a birthday; and from the inside. Of course it can always be said that most such things are matters of memory and of current record, but even this would not hold, for it can safely be wagered that there are many sig nificant twists revealed that never were publicly known before.. Mr. Dunn is not entirely without prejudice in his experiences and there is noticed some flavor In spots, but for all that, surprisingly little. He Is a Roosevelt admirer in the truest sense. He has com bined biography, history and pol itics In a fine mixture and has created some good reading and two volumes which will be valuable for reference. The books are Indexed, Charlen Rex, by Ethel M, Dell. G. P. Putnam' Sons, New York city. Undoubtedly Toby Is one of the best characters and acts in one of the nicest stories Ethel M. Deli has ever written. Toby is first discov ered in the uniform of a page by Viscount Saitash, known as Charles Rex, just when the manager of a hotel in the Italian city of Valrose is threatening to thrash the page. Charles Rex intervenes and prevents the beating, and Toby stows away on his yacht, coming to light when the vessel has put to sea. Charles Rex and his guests befriend the lit tle stowaway, but later it is dis covered that Toby is a trirL Toby has become so permanently fixed in the friendships of the pas sengers on the yacht that no ques tions are asked about her past. The first real complication comes when she Is recognized as the page at the hotel by a later arrival, and from then on the story is replete with ex citement and suspense, until every thing about Toby is explained and the necessary romantic ending is accomplished. Ethel M. DU makes no attempt to'connect her story with any ques tion of the day. It is good straight fiction, not without a certain lit erary merit, and the novel is most cleverely constructed. It should prove a very good, seller, and the readers of this author's books can say that "Charles Rex" is one of the best she has ever written. Outdoor 9toi-ie, retold from St. Nicho las. Tha Century company. Fourteen of such stores as delight the minds of small boys under high school age are included in this new volume. All are of the outdoors; several are about fishing adven tures, one is a very good horse story, and the rest concern boys' experiences with various kinds of animals. EW BOOKS RECEIVED. History, Essays and BIorpliy. Memoirs of a Clubman, by C. 8. Burgrln. E. P. Dutton & Co., New York city. Memories of acquaintance with lit erary and other celebrities. Chameleon, by Benjamin De Casseres. Lleber A Lewis, New York city. Ab stract essays on abstract philosophy. Sidellg-hts on American Literature, by Fred Lewis Pattee. The Century Com pany. New York city. Critical essays on literary lights. From Harrison to Harding', by Arthur Wallace Dunn. (In two volumet). G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York city. A cumbinatlon of biography, history and political comment on capital life since 188S. Books ef Poetry. Shoes of the Wind, by Hilda Conklins. The Frederick A. Stokes company. New York city. This second volume of poems by the remarkable child-poet Is even better than the first, pub lished two years ago. Sonnets in free verse of flowers and trees and things of nature, expressed vividly aa a child sees them. Nightshade, by Charles Stevens Reming ton. Published by the author. New York city. A private edition of 100 copies. Lovers of poetry will wish Mr. Remlnfrton to be more generous in his publication. The volume contains 13 poems full of music and beauty. New Fiction. The Clash, by Storm Jameson. Little, Brown & Co.. Boston, Mass. On tem peramental incompatibility ot Ensilsb and Americans. Readable and au dacious. One Thins; is Certain, by Sophie Kerr. The George H. Doran company. New York city. Why women should have freedom of decision, explained with power. A Vagrant Tune, by Byron T. Holland. Small. Maynard Co-.. Boston. Mass. As sweet and delightful aa its title. Th Rest Hollow Mystery, by Retfecca N. Porter. The Century Co., New York city. The story of an exciting aeries of events as the aftermath of shell shock. Love, by Leonle Aminoff. E. P. Dutton A Co., New York city. The courtship of Napoleon and Josephine In novel form; the second volume of a aeries. Three Black Bags, by Marion Polk An gelottl. The Century company. New York citv. A mystery story concern ing a group of Americans in Europe. Five .Ight at tha Five .Pines, by. Avery, that was John's deathday. For an accursed girl danced a lascivious dance before Herod, and the wicked king said, "I will give you anything you want." And the girl said. "Give me John the Baptist's head in a dish." Do not blame her too much. Hell spawned her through an infamous mother. And 'he mother said, "Ask for John the Baptist's head." Why? Because John the Baptist one day was asked & question by the king, when the king said. "Is it riarht?" And John the Baptist said. "It is wrong." Herod forgot it. but a woman never forgets. "Mary the mother of Jesus hid all these sayings In her heart." A woman never forgets. And if she is bad just as if she Is good she never forgets. Hear the wisest -uninspired man in all the world. "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." That is what -the wisest man in all the world outside, the Bible says. Woman's Plot Fatal. And this woman heard John say, "It is wrong." And she said, "By the heaven that bends above us. I will have your life." And she ate, and slept, and waited, and longed, and plotted, and planned, until she got the dish with the head of the lion of the Jordan upon It dabbled with his blood. That is the man. Now then, what about his mes sage? Well, I know some Browning and some Shakespeare, but I know more Bible, thank God. So let me tell you a bit of his message. "Ye generation of vipers, who hath warned you to flee from the wrath to come? Bring forth therefore fruits meet for repentance, for the axe Is laid unts the root of the tree; and he that cometh after me is mightier tnan I, and his fan is In his hand, and he will thoroughly purge his floor, and the wheat he will gather Into his garner, but the chaff he will burn up with unquenchable fire." Sin's Cnrae Pointed Oat. That is a fragment of one of his messages. You see he saw men under the curse of sin. And In several cnurches in Portland today they say a man could not sin If he wanted to and tried. But John saw the world under the curse of sin. He saw men viperish; he saw men who ought to stand upright, sTimily crawling over the earth; he saw men who ought to go straight, becoming sinuous THE LITERARY PERISCOPE BY JEANETTE KENNEDY, THE roving, vagabond life of that peculiar mixture of races which is yet distinct from all others the gypsy people has cast its spell over Irving; Brown as It did over George Borrow,' the author of "Romany Rye." Mr. Brown has probed Into the mysteries of that life wherever he has met these nomads on the globe, but particularly in their stronghold in Spain. There he was accepted as a gypsy by other gypsies, owing to the fact that he had studied their customs and the various dialects of their .language, and also because In entering Spain in 1920 he had gone over the Pyrenees on foot as any other gypsy might have done. Mr. Brown has Incorporated these experiences In a book entitled "Nights and Days on the Gypsy Trail." to be published In October. The volume will contain many snap shots by the author. a A man who "knows neither his own mind nor heart" is exposed to scrutiny in Basil King's new novel. "The Dust Flower," soon to appear among new books of fiction. The city of Rochester, New York, where Francis R. Bellamy has made his home from boyhood is used as a setting for' his new novel, "A Flash of- Gold," as It was also for his earlier one, "The Balance." a When the gTeat naturalist, W. H. Hudson, waa -a 12-year-old boy In Argentina his mother worried over his habit of standing perfectly mo tionless in the tall grass, or under trees, until she became aware. that he was watching and studying living creatures insects or birds particu larly. ... The first authentic and complete account of the Genoa conference, written by an English barrister. Journalist and man of letters J. Saxon Mills, Is promised for early publication. It Is announced that the record of the proceeding is en livened by excellent description of the background, and vivid charac terization of the persons engaged In the conference. The volume itself will be called "The Genoa Confer ence." Adventures are truly for the ad venturous, and a story of six years' mining experience. Including the happenings at a tin mine la the Andes, and experiences at a gold mine in the Jungle, are told with humor and interest in "Six Years an Bolivia." The author, A. V. I Guise, is a mining engineer who has lived these adventures on top of a varied career beginning with his English parentage and birth in India; his student days In France and Ger many, and hl life In the United States, where he held different po sitions, and studied mining en gineering at Columbia university and Lehigh, until the opening In Bolivia offered an opportunity for work and wandering In new fields. Leonard Andreev Is a past master In selecting arresting titles, such as "The. Red .Laugh," "The Crushed Gaul. The Century company, N.w York city. An unusually good rhoat story with a Cape Cod settlns and "paychic" Influence. The Golden Face, br William UQu'ul. The Macaulny company, New lorn city. A youns; man la In love with htaemployer'a daughter and dlacovara that hla employer la Europe's maater criminal. Le Queux at his best. Lonesome Town, by Ethel and Jamas Dorranee. The Macaulay company. New York city. A combination of western love and romanoa: alao tha rapid dlaappearance of a fortune made in oil during a vlalt to New York. The Hawk of Egypt, by Joan Conqueat. The Macaulay company, New l ora city. For those who liked "Tha Sheik." The Tremendoue Event, by Maurice La Blanc. The Macaulay company, new York city. LeBlanc deaerta Areene Lupin and hia doings and writes a good novel along the line of love. The Trail of the White Mule, by B. M. Bower. Little, Brown 'and company. Boston. Maaa. Continuing the adven tures of Caaey Ryan; the white mule la moonshine. Caaey gets entangled but cornea out victorious. Charlea Bex, by Ethel M. Dell. O. P. Putnam's Sena New rork city. A pleasant atory about a girl stowaway. Books for Yeang Headers, Dcg Heroes of Many Lands, by Sarah Noble Ives. The Century company. New York city. Eleven stories of un usual doga; llluatrated. The Boy Who Lived in Pudding Lane, bv Earah Addlnaton. The Atlantic Monthly. Pre, Boston, ilaaa, rV ay In their plotting and planning. He saw men who could not look into tra eyes of true men. He saw cringing men, hypocritical, dudish. effeminate men; and he. said, "You are vipers." And then changing his figure he said, "You are rotten trees. And God is coming with his axe and he will burn you up with his un quenchable fire." I have not heard anything like that for the last 21 years. That Is not the gospel you have got today. - Why a preacher who left here a short time ago said, "My endeavor while I have been hers has been to persuade you of your divinity." And John the Baptist, said, "You are vipers." And Christ Is coming to burn you up with un quenchable fire. ' Meet InK la Plctnred.' And then he looked at the mightier one and said. "Ah. now I do not know how to go on, and I would give anything to know how to merely say the text. But ha stood with two of his disciples, and he saw a third man coming along, and he turned to the two and challeng lrg their attention, fixed It upon this third man. and then be, tha Jew who knew how a long red river of sacrificial blood started just out side Eden, and ever getting bigger in volume flowed all down through Jewish history, and who heard the bleating of millions upon millions of lambs offered upon millions of altars tv millions of priests said. "Behold, the lamb of God who taketh away the sin -of the world." Propaeta Seek Lamb. Do you know; who first said "iamb" In the Bible? Isaac. God said to Abraham. 'Offer' your son Isaac." And Abraham and Isaac started up the mountain. Surely never was such a Journey taken by father and sen since God swung the stars In the night sky. And Abraham and Isaac went out into the mountain. And Isaac said, "Father, you have made a mistake, for here Is wood, ar.d you have got the fire to burn the wood on the altar, but actually you have forgotten the lamb!" And Abraham's fingers tightened Just a little on the shoulder of Isaac. Lamb he knew where the lamb was!. Yet that is what all the ages have said. "Where is the lamb?" Adam said It, the first night outside Eden. "Where Is the lamb?" And prophet after prophet, priest after Flower." "Seven Who Wore Hanged." "King Hunger." "Silence" and others. Now he has a new one called "The Walts of the Dogs." ... Something of the enchantment of Kipling's Indian stories. M-ioer Haggard's marvelously costumed oriental tales, Talbot Mundy's pres entation of eastern subletry, Robert Hichens' colorful pageants. are compounded In "Caravans by Night," by Harry Hervey. A memorial to Jack London Is projected in the form of a library of books dealing with the far west. A site has been donated near his ranch moms at Glen Ellen, and the Woman's Improvement club of that place Is back of the movement, to ward which a fund of 15000 has al ready been collected. George S. Chappell probably more famous as Captain Walter E. Traprock of Kawa adventures con tinues In his chosen field of bur lesque In "Rollo in Society. A Guide for Youth," embellished with cuts by William Hogarth Jr. Mr. Chap pell has taken the old "Rollo Books," popular In the '50s, and constructed on their skeleton a sat ire on modern life. a . A book which will contain the most complete collection of pictures of old vessels ever printed. 320 illustrations altogether, is a coming publication by the Marine Research society of Salem, Mass. The book Is "Sailing Ships of New England." by John Robinson and George Francis Dow. Life tells a story of the interest ing things to be found In books: Hostess I hope you found that book Interesting, Mr. Blimp. "Well, I must confess It wasn't quite as interesting as the letter someone left in it as a book mark." ... A new and powerful story of the simple people of the Kentucky mountains is "Tha Mountaing Schoolteacher," by Melville Davisson Post. In an. attempt to analyse the tra ditional "wltdness and wooillness" of the west, Richard Burton sums It up in this fashion: "The 'wlldness' is not roughness, but impatience with petty rules: the woolllnesn' a matter of clothing, not brains. The west may get Its Intellectual clothes ready-made. If you like; but they fit well, which Is not always true of those made to order especially in London." ... What an unforgivable eror it is to class anyone on the wrong side of a national border no matter bow excellent the company! Most Scots men are inordinately proud of being Scotch, but listen to William McFee In his complaint to the Gossip Shop: "I regret," hs says, "that you have found it necessary to refer to me In Gossip as a Scotchman. It Is doubtless of small importance to the world, but to me It is a source of considerable Irritation. My name is no more 6cotch than It is Dutch or Russian, and personally I am perfectly satisfied with the finest word In the world English." little bora should Claua; Illustrated. believe In Santa The T" - of the Spanish Horae. bv Jam.K .ilard Schulta Tha Houghton-Mifflin company. Hoaton. Maaa For older hoy a. A rancher'a aon loet-a hta father's beat horn and haa a hard time recovering it. Pep. by Clarence Hawkea. Trie Milton Bradley company. Springfield. Maaa. Tha atory of a brave dog. Moons of Long Ago, by Ellen Miller ronald.on. The Milton Bradley com pany, Rprlngfleld. Maaa. A small vol ume of atoriea about Indiana and anl mala Whletllng Jimp, by Edna Turpln. Tha Century company. New York city. An adventure "tory of the Virginia mouq taina Krltters of the Kitchen Kingdom, by Aunt Jo and Vticle George. Utile. Brown A Co.. Boaton. Maaa. Veraa and pictures of playthinza mad. of vegetablee. The Turner Twins, by Ralph Henry Barbour. The Century company. New York city. About two boya so near alike they can't be told apart. Lamp Light Tales, by Paulina Carrina ton Boava. Croaaet A Dunlap. New York city. Bed time atoriea for chil dren up to 10 yeara of age. Miaeellajieaaa. Baelneas Geography, by Ellrworth Hont- v Ington and Frank E. Wllliame. John nii.J DDIH, .inc. ..w XOTK City. A textbook for commercial atudenia, preaentlng geography In the form re quired by the buaineaa man. India as tha March, by Aides U. Clark. priest, have uttered the same quea-. tion. "Where is the lamb?" Do you remember how Abraham answered, 'My son, God will provide a lamb." And that I what the Old Testa ment ae ever saying, for the 4001 years of old Teatament history is illuminated by the hope that Ood wou4d provide a lamii. Ant so now John the ICapttat, unaware far off Isaac's question. "Where Is toe lmb," by saying. "Behold, the lamb cf God, who brareth away the sin of the world." I must soon dure, for we have baptism following this service, and I have hardly skimmed the surface of my subject. So let me quote to you a verse which sets forth the meaning of the text as it concerns us this morning. Rearing- ehame and erofflng ruda. In mv place condemned he itmH. Bealod my pardon with hta blood. Hallelujah! what a havlour ! Lifted up was ha to die, "II la finished." waa hta cry; Now In heaven emlted hlirh Hallelujah! What a faviour! When ha eomea. one glorinua king. All hla ranaotned hottia to brlna. Then anew fhla aonc we'll etna Hallelujah! what a Kaviour! I hs your saviour If before morning your brow gets damp with the 'cold sweat, and your hand that has been the willing Instrument of your will refuses longer to act, la he your saviour? If he rends the heavens and comes In the clouds of the air, la ha your saviour? Laaf Day Coming. If he winds the whole thing up tonight, how would It affect you? For you know In a little while you and I shall be before God. and the gospel I have preached I shall hear a hen the world is on fire, and the gospel you have heard you will hear again when the Judgment thunders roll. And so I oome to you tonight and say as my last word, "Heboid, the lamb of God who beareth away the sin of the world." You will not? Oh. but you will. For If you never behold him while lie bears away the sin of the world, you will behold him In the day when they say to the mountains, "Fall on u and ljide us from the wrath of h:m that sitteth on the throne." For every eye shall then behold him. And so you had better, aa the second psalm says, "kiss the son lest hs be angry and ye perish." The Mlaalonary Kdurallnn Movament, New York city. A mlaalonary'a ac count of tha progrvaa and condition of India. Justifiable Indlvlduallam. hr Franl; Wllaon llletkmer. The Thnmaa V. Crowell company. New York city. K proteat agalnat the maaa play of mort em aoclal life to the neglect of Indi vidual culture. Freak Sunflower Grows in Shape of Tree. Plaata Itemarkahte for aKe aa4 .Number of nioaaoana. SPOKANE, Wash., Sept. 30. A sun flower freak ling been grown by A. Gusdorf, a local resident. Th plant carries more than 75 blos soms, hag branches like a tree and fl mora than 10 feet high. The stalk Is about five Inches tn diameter at the base. "The plant, a volunteer, had the appearance of any other sunflower when It started this year." Mr. Gus dorf said. "I watered It heavily and It grew exceptionally large. It then began to branch out like a tree and sunflowers grew on many of the branches. There is one large cluster of sunflowers on the top and others are sprinkled thickly on the branches down to a point three feet above the ground. "I have never seen any sunflower' like it. Scores of people have seen it and they all say It Is a freak." tieorge Detlaff, a residrnt of Five Mile Prairie, a suburb, has a plant growing on his plar'e which he be lieves Is even more unusiiiil than Mr. Gusdorfs. DMIaffs sunflower is H feet high and carries 17s blossoms. It Is 2'i Inches thlrk at the base and Is branched out like a tree. Some of the blossoms measure. 10 Inches across. "It Is a dry plant and never has been irrigated." said Mr. Detlaff. "If it had 4een watered It probably would have been murh larger" At It's' another Bur roughs book as good as hisTarzan tales need we say more?; th 2 It takes you through terrors! more weird than any dream, yet vivid as the life about us. If mV 9 1 All the mystery and strangeness of a Jules Verne or Rider Haggard tale are here and th en some. H Co Amman fly Waatrmtmd by J. Altrm St. John A. C McQurg & Co. PuUiaiMts At All Bookstores ftooks f procured GILL'S J