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BOOK REVIEWS.THE WILDERNESS RAIL: or. The

Venture* aud Adventure* of thel'ennaylvaala Trader* o« the AUe-Khi'ny Path. By Charles A. Hanna,author of "The Scotch-Irish." NewYork:G. P. Putnam's Sons.

ASIXTY-YEAR atrip ©f UnitedStates history crowds these two

big volumes to the lids. In1tS**J a dozen New- York tradersin the pursuit of their business

reached the Ohio valley. Approximatelyfrom that time forward for three-scoreyears.or until the opening of the boundarywar hetween England and Franceinterfered.the country, through the soleagency of trade, took on great substantialpermanent advance. It is upon thisperiod that the author concentrates withthe purpose 01 making a nearer approachto a just balance in calculating the instrumentsof progress. Hitherto theseto an unfair extent have been assignedto war and politics. To the old historianof armies and cabinets, tenacious of a

place in the present, the author givesshort shrift. "Heroes and politiciansstill survive to dazzle and bedevil our

present day, but there are few thinkingpeople today who would credit them as

representative of our ow 11 or our country'slife, activities and ideals.'* And as fortitting history to some ready-made philosophicscheme, he will ha\e none of so

impossible a plan. Firm in the belief thatthe historian serves his only useful purposewiien he merely gathers and reportsthe facts material to a subject, the authorbuilds here a book of record.voluminous,detailed, convergent at all timesupon the pivotal idea of the period.anaccount of trailing in the exact terms andcircumstances of the contracting parties.Added to these records are sketches ofconspicuous nailers.wiui.es, (nutans. naiibxeeds.theadvance agents of modernindustrialism in America. With these,hi3 work done, the author leaves thereader to gather his own notions of theseearly people, and to follow their migra*tions along ways that have since wornto great highroads or faded to forgottentrails. In passing to and fro with thesetrader folks geographic notions changeand clear, and tictlve barriers to closecontact with this early history are s^taside. The whole constitutes a remarkableillustration of theory worked outby convincing method to sound historicconception.I(B.UINIME\CES OF THE GENEVATRIBUNAL OF ARBITRATION":1*72, The Alabama Claim". ByFrank Warren Hackett. Boston:Houghton Mifflin Company.

Mr. Frank Hackett of this city has w rittenan account of the Geneva tribunalthat, for genuine personal interest, readsIlka a story. Those habitually brushed upin their history recall the "AlaoamaClaims" as a by-product of the civil war,one whose portentous front faded awaybefore the pacmc influence of arbitration.Leaving the formal aspects of this commissionto state and other historic records,Mr. Hackett turns his time to thepersonnel of this body and to the expositionof arbitration in action. Himselfthe secretary of Caleb Cushing, who, withWilliam Evarts, acted as United Statescounsel in tln*e deliberations, the authorstood throughout their course close totheir most Intimate phases. These, byway of reminiscence, he gives out nowwith the freshness of yesterday, thoughnearly forty years lie between. It wasa stressful time, when temperament andnuclides stood, clear in the exercise of.ilamilB, tdlerhttdtf, finesse.lest agreementfail of consummation and, in.consequence,International disaster ensue. Theauthor, intuitive and comprehending,oraws clear pictures of these men, tensionedby the urgency of their mission,one gets new views of Evarts, Cushingand Secretary of State Hamilton Fish,with Innumerable side lights on the generalfeatures of this after-the-war periodof American history. The urbanities ofdiplomatic combat are spread in warmcolors here.the high courtesy, the Invulnerableself-control, the social ceremonieswhere wives and daughters servethe cause gallantly. Mr. Hackett makesvery clear his opinion of England's partin the civil war. By an insistent reiterationof this point, he leads these recollectionsto the verge of imperfect proportions,and, what is more regretful, heremembers what is best forgotten. Thehook is, however, a most interesting firsthandaccount of a significant matter. Andwith arbitration at* present an uppermostmeasure of concern. It is. moreover, apiece of first-rate opportunism.THE ART OF THE MUNICH GALLERIES.By Florence Jean Ansell

and Frank Roy Fraprie, S. M., F. R.P. t?.. author of "Among BavarianInns,' etc. Illustrated. Boston: L.C. Page & Co.

* One setting out for the Munich gall*riescan hardly do better than to followthese two authors. A guide, whetherin the fiesh or moving through the pagesof a book, is commonly an automaton,mumbling hurried wooden words out orwhich routine has drained the sap. Theseguides, however, are of another sort.Hanitude has not staled them. They arefresh with personalities of their own,claiming and using the right to Individualviews and preferences. They goabout %h1s art business buoyantly, refusingto take it solemnly, and so refusing,tinge it with the gladness for which artexists. In a word, it is an enjoyablebook, as **ell as a useful one. The roundof this picture study sets off with the oldl'lnakothek collection, early concern otprincely Bavarian patrons,and closes withthe S« har k gallery, work of a single moderncollector. Count Adolf von Bchack.The first is marked as the spot whereJ 4' i be us, in particular, offers the mostarid the bent of himself. The last is theylaro where old art and new meet incomparative exposition of motif, method,effect.a clear <all to the student; groupedhere in lose neighborhood, are both modernpaintings and the wonderful l.enbaehcopies of Velasquez, Rubens, Titian, Mur;llo.Giorgione. Between these two limitsare studies of the old and new Dutchs> hools. the lower Rhenish, the Flemishand the l^atln schools.Italian. Spanish.French.each the subject of vivid, well organizeddescription and estimation. Allare brought into unity along certain linesof relationship. This unit stamps the Ba*x arian citv as a full renter of art in itshistory, its meanings, its varied appearances.A book. this, not only for theKnowing ones in this held, but, betterstill, a hook for the traveler, or generalreader, desiring to learn about thesethings from which he is commonly shutoff by the Jargon of cryptic talk inwhich the art critic so often swathes hisparticular set of ideas.

THK KEEKER*. By Jessie F. Samrter.With an introduction by Frof.Josiah Royec. New York: MitchellKennerley.

Merely as a short cut to Intent and, 11Vic t u n/',i Sorft evimina tin, nioiti .... iM,

of any one of the outlines appended tothe body of this text. Each supplementsa chapter, condensing Its matter to thisoutline f ->rm. For example:

What Is Goodness?T. Each Life to Be Good or Beautiful

must l>e a Symbol of that Perfect orComplete Eife /or which we long (minortopics a. b-1, -) II. False and TrueGood. III. The Measure of Self-Expression.IV. Creation.Is Self-Expression, isendless higher Rebirth.There are seventeen of this sort, representingthe proceedings of as many

meetings. Xo. these are not the attenuatevaporing* of some philosophic cult.This is the work of children, ranging inage from fourteen to seventeen and handedunder the name of "Seekers." Theirleader is a teacher. These children didnot sense, at first, that they were seekers.butthey were. All unknown tothemselves, they were questing for the

t great common values of life.religion, Immortality,beauty, self-fulfillment, andthe like. It took a school teacher to findthis out ab^ut them. Then, to draw upan outline. Then, to organise a band,yvjth the uable intent of regulating these

values and defining the purposes of lifeOne Page, or any half-dozen taken together. will convince the reader that thi:teacher is having a perfectly beautifutime, talking herself out and furnishinjWords to this compliant group wliosicommon desire is to make the lady helieve them to know what it is all aboutIn proof of which they echo her phrasesor venture a step afield on their own account, or throw assent into their mobiltfaces. These "Seekers" are mostly girlsWithout doubt, the two boys here iliustrate one of nature's ironic moods. Girl;have more feelings, and more differenkir.ds of feelings, than hoys, so we havtcircles, and bands, and Jenny WrensBoys dissipate their emotions, the fewthey have, on base and foot ball fields. 01in the swimming pool, refusing utterly t(concentrate on anything more spirituathan the gang or one of its variantsWell! this is the book. Not ali teachersare doing this sort of tiling. Thousandslinon thousands of them. Iinti-pvor.linn-e&t, even ardent like this one, hut cloisteredand self-deluded.are moving aboutamong the tombs of things, like this, andmaking doleful sounds of teaching.WOl.F THK STORM LEADER, By

Frank Faldwell. Illustrations byFid ward A. Poucher. New York:Dodd, Mead & Co.

Since through his well remembered"Call of the Wild" Mr. Eondon set thegenerous fashion of demonstrating thesuperiority of dogs over men in manysubstantial respects, several other malewriters have, in self-effacing honesty,borne witness to the truth of Mr. Tendon'sdiscovery. In hand here is one ofthe latest of these bundles of documentaryevidence.another do£ story of the larnorth, a place whosa climate appears tosublimate canine qualities amazingly.The chief persons of this adventure areso to speak, Wolf, the dog, ami Ell, theman. Some supernumerary dogs help toset the scenes and move the drama. Thisturns out to be a well-nigh historic group

FOR' several weeks Thomas R. Manley,the well known miniaturepainter of Montclair, N. J., hasbeen working in Washington,staying as a guest at the home

of Mr. and Mrs. William P. Eno. Fromminiature painting to mural decorationmight seem a far cry, but Mr. Manley isnow giving as much time and thought tothe latter as tt> the former, and succeedingequally well with both. He has, infact, developed a new style of muralpainting.pictures transcribed with verythin medium on white cotton cloth, whichgive much the appearance of ancient .tapeStriesand yet have a character distinctlytheir own. He usually employs landrscapes as themes, Interpreting nature ina somewhat classical manner in the spirit

c at. a rn»liol. Janrluoono naintarcui. Liie riiiQusu lunitowi/w vv,.w

of an earlier century. There are many

arguments in favor of this style of landscapepainting. Art is something more

than the reflection of nature; t^ere is a

truth which transcends accuracy* our

interest in pictures which are drawn or

pairited is not dependent upon subject unrelatedly,but upon the way some one

else (the artist! has seen the subject.the impression it jnade upon ;him.Mr. Alanley has studied nature faithfully,his note books are. full of accurate

drawings made out of doors, therefore hecan venture to indulge In' visions, composingfrom memory his themes, thisreason, also, his dream "picture? possessmore than the germ of truth, are, indeed,as nature Itself, significant and suggestive.One of these decorations shows a

long vista across open country framed, asit were, by groups of tall, handsome treesto the right and left, the foliage of whichhas been colored by autumn frosts.In another Instance the color scheme is

hn dull greens and delicate golden tones,with a touch of blue In the distancewhere the sea lies- under the broad opensky. Some of these decorations are comjparatively small, others are quite large.They are not attached to the wall, butframed in simple moldings and hung flatas an inset panel. In many ways theyhave an advantage over paintings in oils,inasmuch as they can be seen equallywell in any light, an<j cannot crack orpeel, the color being literally dyed in thefabric.Mr. Manley has devised a scheme for an

entire room.a landscape occupying all-ofthe wall space between the wainscot andthe cornice, a Fpace eight or ten feet, in

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CHAPTER VI..Continued.Hughie told her. Presently they left the

trolley car.Anglice, electric tram.andstruck off down a street in Brooklyn.The girl turned in at a doorway andpaused at the foot of a stair."Won't you come up and sec my husband,Mr. Marrable?" she said. "It's ten

flights up and we don't run to an elevator.but I know Dennis would like tothank you himself."Hughie had intended to refuse.he hated

being thanked as much as most matterof-factpeople.but a Jash of unusual insightrevealing tu him the fact that thetrue object of the invitation was not to

exhibit him to the husband, but to enablethis proud little lady to exhibit her husbandto him, he felt reassured, and allowedhimself to be borne aloft to i.ieMaclear aerie. Here a gigantic and Impulsiveson of Kerry, gaunt and holloweyed through long bed keeping, wrunghis hand In a manner which made himfeel glad he was not a refractory terminal.what time Mrs. Maclear, in a sdrt ofup-to-date version of the song of Miriam,described Hughie's glorious triumph over

Noddy Kinahan. laying special stressupon the ecstatic period during whichMr. Kinaiian, at the instance of Hughie,had enacted the part of a human pianola.He left them at last, wondering In his

heart, as he tramped home under thestars to his hotel in-West 42d street, whatthe plucky couple were going to live onidurina the next two or three months. Theman was still practically a cripple.hemust have been badly mangled.and It ishard work righting for time in a countrywhose motto, as regards human as well

las other machinery, is: "Never repair!Scrap and replace!"Hughie had solved the problem to his

satisfaction by the time he crossed Brooklynbridge.For the rest of the way home he thought

of other things. A bachelor, however ungregarious,is at heart ft sentimental animal,and during his walk Hnghie was

i contemplating with his mind's eye tho picturethat lie had left behind him as hesaid good-night.the picture of "a snugtittle kingdom up ten pairs of stairs,"tenanted by a little community of two,self-contained and self-sufficient, dauntlessin the face of grim want and utterfriendlessness.and. despite his own healthand wealth, he experienced a sudden feelingof envy for the crippled and impecuniousDennis Maclear."I suppose." he mused to himself, "It

doesn't really matter how rotten a timeyou have in this world so long as youhave it in the right company." Then he

!. j .the very one. In fact, that trailed across- the continent to Washington, where its was reviewed by a President of the United1 States, ^t was Just at this point, too,? that Eli proved conclusively his inferiorB breed, by holding nis tce-iea caravan in a- hostile climate to make it a circus, and

to sell post pictures of it at the curb.Wolf, here, in a very human sort of way.tells the exciting story of his life as firstaid to Kli. the Alaskan mail runner. Withrather more than human modesty and restraint,he recounts adventures of whichhe was tlie unchallenged hero. With realartistry he draws grim pictures of thehuge uncompromising north land. It isa good story.recalling the sharp controversyof a few years back, one whose

r source and acrimony gave it undue mag1niture. and out of which emerged a1 brand-new bogy, the nature faker. And

here he is again, with gallant head unldiminished, unhidden, deliberately passing' by as not his own the dissective instrumentsof exact truth and gathering up

loosely and in poetic vein a free transla:tion of this, the most knowing of animals,1 in terms of man. And why not!

813. By Maurice Leblanc. author of"Arsene Lupin," etc. Translated byAlexander Teixeira de Alattos. Illustratedby Charles Crombie. NewYork: Poubeiday, Page & Co.Washington: Woodward & Lothrop.

No reader of a series of detective storiesconcerning the activities of a single individualsuch as Arsene Lupin has any!right ever to be surprised at his reap-pearance after an apparent death. Itwould be a sorry teller of such tales indeedwho did not contrive to bring hishero back to life or at the least to devisea narrative x»f some period prior tohis final activity. Of course the police ofParis were naturally greatly shockedwhen, thinking Arsene Lupin long dead,they found his once familiar calling cardpinned upon the breast of a South Africanmillionaire found murdered in ahotel in Paris. M. Leblanc has told perNEWS

ANTwidth. In this case the paintings wouldbe fastened to the" wall as any othertextile covering, and would, in color, harmonizewith the woodwork and the generalscheme of furnishing. Such a roommight be very imposing and yet reticentand restful in effect. Mr. Manley is anexplorer in the field of art. Not only haslie devised a new method "for mural painting,but new ways of manipulating thef/M»mm rm 1 M /1 , a r-m a-, W X fm ^ 41., litacvcitii iijtrumiua. i>ui iuuaiut|iu), in

painting small landscapes, he uses acombination of oil and water colors, andwith excellent effect, overlaying the latterwith the former and thereby gaining additionalbody and strength. Furthermore hehas invented a new mode of expression."Carbontypes".little pictures drawn onJapanese paper by means of a steel pointand the intervention of an ordinary sheetof carbon paper.These are not only unique but peculiarly

charming, resembling somewhat lithorraphsand also etchings. In the renderingof line much latitude is given, and attlu> same time broad maAes of shadowcan be admirably interposed. These "carbontypes"Mr. Mauley does directly fromnature and they have the freshness andspontaneity of original sketches. In

'.these his sureness of hand and ripenessof knowledge are manifested. It is truethat the pleasure to be found in line ismore esthetic than that discoverable incolor, but for this reason it is whenfound the more acute. In whatever formMr. Manley chooses for expression thereis invariably evidence of a subtle butcompelling artistic instinct, a feeling forbeauty inborn, but intelligently cherishedand restrained. It is this that gives tohis work exceptional interest and value.Mr .Manley is at present painting miniaturesof both Mr. and Mrs. Eno.

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ROBERT VONNOH was in Washingtonthe early part of this week, gettingthe pictures he painted abroad duringthe past three or four years throughthe custom house and making arrangementsfor an exhibition to be held hereearly next season. Mr. Vonnoh, like almostall the American painters who havereturned recently from lengthy sojournsabroad, has. come back with increasedbelief in American art and enthusiasm forthe accomplishments of American artists.Better work, he insists, is not being doneanywhere in the world today than herein the United States, and not even inFrance can there be found better artschools.This from Mr. Vonnoh means a great

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added, apparently as a sort of corollary:"By sad. when I get home next week, I'llstay there!"But. however carefully (or carelessly)

we handle the tiller on life's voyage. Itis the little casual currents and unexpectedside winds that really set our coursefor us. As Hughie rolled into bed thatnight he reflected, rather regretfully, thatthe incident of that evening was closedforever. Jle had definitely cut himselfoff from the Maelears, at any rate, forthe very simple reason that he had justposted to them a hundred one-dollar notesas a temporary loan until their "shipcame in," carefully omitting to mentionthat his own was due to go out intwentyj-four hours, and giving no addressfor purposes of repayment.But for all that the incident had definitelyaltered his course for him. or, at

any rate, was destined to send him roundby an alternative route.

I CHAPTER TO.The Alternative Route.

Ifer most ardent admirers.and they hadnever been very numerous.could hardlyhave described the Orinoco as a rapid or

up-to-date vessel. She could average a

fair eight knots in ordinary weather (exceptwhen the chief engineer was notsober; and then she had beeu known todo as much as eleven), and she had facedwith tolerable credit seven strenuousyears of north Atlantic weather, winterand summer alike. But she was no flier.She had not always plowed the ocean

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her present owner. As a matter of fact,she "dated back to the early sixties. Shehad been built on the Clyde, in dayswhen people were not In such a hurry as

they are now, for steady and reliablecross-channel service between Scotlandand Ireland; and the crinolined younglady who had blushingiy performed thechristening ceremony as the brand-newsteamer slipped down the ways hudnamed her the Gareloch.After fifteen years of honest buffeting

between the Kish and the Cloch the littleGareloch had been pronounced too slow,and sold to the proprietor of a line ofcoasting steamers which plied betweenCardiff and X>ondon. In this capacity,with a different-colored funnel and alightly decayed interior, she had servedfor -nine years as the" Annie 8. Holmes.After that an officious gentleman fromthe board of trade happened to notice thestate of- her boilers, and unhesitatinglydeclined to renew lier certificate until varl-

Mm?*]haps the best of the Lapis stories in thisvolume, although it is divisible into twodistinct narratives. connected by asomewhat slender thread. The mysteryis deep and is not solved until the finish.The tale is of further merit in that itleaves open a promise of an internationaldetective story of exceptional interest.The author contrives a carefully covereddisappearance for Lupin. There is everyreason for the authorities to believe thatthe redoubtable gentleman jhief ha& perished.As a matter of fact he has simplygone on his way into Morocco as a mem«C a 1 r I 1 ^ J U #A11.-v«.r< .

uui ui nit; iurciKU iCKivli aiiu it luuuws,of course, that he will make his reappearancein print soon again with anotherseries of adventures.

ROBIXETTA. By Kate Douglas Wiggin,Mary Findlater, Jane Flndlater,Allan McAulay. Boston: HoughtonMifflin Company.

It would td interesting to know why ithas taken four different persons to collaboratein the making of this story. Itis not a serious work, not particularlycomplex, nor does it involve a wide rangeof characters or action. Mrs. Wiggin mighteasily have written it herself almost atone sitting, for it is short and quite inher familiar line of quiet romance. Thesuspicion arises that she has admittedsome of her friends to a partnership outof*the goodness of her heart. Robinetta/s a lovely young widow who goes downto an English country nouse of ancestralmemories, where she finds herself a not '

altogether welcome visitor, but soon theobject of the interested attention of theyoung family solicitor. A romance follows,naturally, with a bit of byplay inthorough keeping with the British tradi-tions involving the prospective ouster ofan old nurse from a cottage she has oc-

cupied as pensioner for years, alongsideof which blooms a far-famed plum tr«e.In nowise a serious production, "Robinetta"is nevertheless a bit of charmingreading. 1

THE GOLD BAG. By Carolyn Wells,

) NOTES 01director of the Pennsylvania AcademySchool, and is a teacher of long experi-enee as well as a painter of distinction.Of course Mr. Yonnoh does not minimizethe value of foreign travel, nor the advantagesof familiarity with the worksofthe great masters, but he believesthese should come in a "post-graduatecourse," and that for academic trainingthe American art student need not go/Mitai/ln A \f r ITnnn aIi no ifi iuuiaiuc \jl /viun 11 a. mi. i vuiiuu k»,v*

high tribute to tlie collection of Americanpaintings in the Corcoran Gallery, declaringthat the fact of the merit of theworks was not theoretical, but demon-stratable.that artistic judgment was nota haphazard matter of opinion, but theresult of study confirmed by the experienceof successive generations.

It is Mr. Vonnoh's belief that in arteducation we have until very recentlybeen beginning at the wrong end, train!ing young men and women to be artistsfirst and artisans afterward, rather than ,

the reverse. Aecording to his theory themanual arts should be taught in allschools from the kindergarten up. To 1

just such systematic training ag this heattributes France's commercial supremjacy. Because France has trained generationsof her citizens in industrial art,we are today purchasing back from thatcountry at an enormous advance in priceproduct which we exported as# raw material.This should not be. .

Mr. Vonnoh and his wife, Bessie PotterVonnoli, the sculptor, will hold an exhibitionof their works in Philadelphia atthe McCIees gallery early in April. Mrs.Vonnoh's was. it will be remembered,exhibited at the Corcoran Gallery herelast winter, and more than one of Mr.Vonnoh's portraits and figure paintingshave been seen in the Corcoran Gallery'sgeneral exhibitions.

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AN exceedingly fine example of thework of Gilbert Stuart has been

loaned to the Corcoran, Gallery by Mrs. jSilas W. Tern-. It is a portrait of Mrs.Terry's grandmother, and is e*qi/lsltelypainted. The canvas is not large, butshows the young matron seated withher hands crossed in her lap either be-fore an open window or a curtained recess.The fare, which is youthful andvivacious, is turned toward the observer,and though the pose is'demure, there is asparkle of mischief in the merry eyes and 1a pertinent suggestion in the tiptilted ]little nose. The pigment has been laid ,on more thinly than usual and withevident directness. The coloring Is fresl* f

and harmonious. So simply is the medium ihandled that the work has the appear- j

ous things were done which her present howner was not in the habit of dofng. w

Consequently, she had lain rusting in sSouthampton water for six months, until san astute Scot, who ran a sort of Dr. tiBarnardo's home for steamers which had abeen abandoned by their original owners,^ rstepped in and bought her, at the rate of oabout a pound per ton;, and having re- sfitted her with some convenient boilers uwhich he had picked up at a sale, and rchecked her fuel consumption by reducing flher grate area, set her going again in a tlhumble but remunerative way as a pigboat between Limerick and Glasgow, aDuring this period of her career she was fiknown as the Blush Rose.and probably nsmelt as sweet. hThe maritime Dr. Bamardo sold her

three years later (at a profit) to a gen- J"tleman who required a ship for someshady and mysterious operations amidcertain islands in the southern Pacific. JThe nature of the poor Blush Rose's oc-cupation may be gathered from the fact rthat In the space of three months she Jmade those already tropical regions too dhot to hold her; and. with her name ^painted out. a repaired shot hole in her v

counter, and a few pearl oyster stallssticking out here and there in the murky s

recesses of her hold, was knocked down *

for a song at Buenos Aires to a Spanish- ®

American, who desired her for the fulfill- finent of some rather private contracts, Finto which he had entered with a Central 0

American state, for a consignment of 55

small arms and ammunition delivered im- Jmediately.terms, C. O. D. and no ques- 1tions asked. Her captain on this occ^- ®

sion was a Lowland Scot of disreputable dcharacter but inherent piety, who endeavoredto confer a rather spurious sane- J1tity upon a nefarious enterprise by chris- ''

tening his nameless vessel the Jedburgh FAbbey. But, alas! the Jedburgh Abbey £was confiscated a year later by the United J1States government, and, having disgorged 11a most uncanonical cargo, was knockeddown by Dutch auction, without benefit hof clergy, to the- highest bidder. Competitionfor her possession was not keen, kand she ultimately became the property bof Mr. Noddy Kiaahan, who at that timewas beginning to pile up a considerable vfortune by purchasing old stumers on t!their way to the scrap heap and runningthem as tramp freighters until they sank. "

The Jedburgh Abbey, with a new pro- ypeller.she had gone short of a blade foryears.her rusty carcass tinkered Into lisomething like seaworthiness, and her en- sgines secured a little more firmly to their nbed plates, had re-established her social- Sstatus by creeping once more into Lloyd's olisbMhe red book of the mercantile ma- IrinA.»n<i. Hisanilned as t)i« Orinoco of n

the "River" Line of freight-carrying »steamships, had served Mr. Noddy Kina- qhan well for seven years. This gray amorning, with Sandy Hook well down bbelow the western horison, she clambered t!warily but perseveringly over the At- iilantlc rollers, like a disillusioned andworld-weary old cab horse which, having sbegun life between the shafts of a gentle- oman's brougham, is now concluding a depressingexistence by dragging a funereal p"growler" up and down the undulations dof a London suburb.Her redeeming feature was a certain ii

purity of outline and symmetry of form.She boasted a flush deck, unbroken by nany unsightly waist amidships; and not iteven her unscraped masts, her scarredsides, and her flaked and salt-whitened tfunnel could altogether take away from bher her pride of race.the right to boast, din common with many a human derelict vof the same sex and a very similar his- atory, that she had "been a lady once." tlShe had now been at sea for well over a

twenty-four hours, and her crew, who b

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author of "The Clue." Frontispieceby Qeorge W. Barratt. Philadelphia:J. B. Lippincott Company..

It seems to be inevitable that when a

young detective gets into a criminal caseinAction.in which a handsome youngwoman is involved the personal element iscertain to work Itself into the equation inshort order. Young Mr. Burroughs, whotells this sprightly tale in the first personsingular; finds himself clouded injudgment soon after his entry upon theCrawford murder mystery by reason ofthe fact that the person most directlyIn line of suspiciou is the entrancinglybeautiful niece of the dead man. Then,when suspicion shifts to her fiance andcenters there persistently through manychapters, he cannot help feeling that possiblyhe is prejudiced, for he knows thatOreenrv Hall ic> nothing hut a rascallyfortune hunter whose interest in Mis*LJoyd wanes perceptibly when it is» discoveredthat the heiress has been in factdisinherited. Of course, the clues all pointin the wrong1 direction, and it is not untilthe famous Fleming Stone, who can deducethe truth from the clearest paneof unstained glass that ever came out ofa factory, is called into the case that theright man is finally accused and confesseshis guilt in a gentlemanly manner beforetaking the customary poison, liaif a chapterbefore the hero and heroine reachthe amazing discovery that they loveeach other.

THE CAMER A FIEXD. By E. W. Hornung.Illustrated. New York:Charles Scribner's Sons.

Mr. Tlornung chooses as the hero of hisnewest mystery tale a sixteen-year-oldEnglish school boy, an unfortunate chapafflicted with asthma and compelled forthat reason to go to town occasionally fortreatment. On one of these trips ho getsinto the most remarkable situation thatprobably ever confronted a youngster,awakes from a sleep in the park to whichhe has been driven by the unhospitality

F ART AN]a nee of ease in execution which is thesure token of a' masterpiece.When one considers what meager trainingthis painter had and how lie literally

"built" without traditions it seems indeedremarkable that he could have accomplishedsuch results. It Is true thathe 'did not always rise to this height,some, of his portraits are very inferiorto it, but he produced many, and no

painter always does equally well. In thisand a few other instances he almost, ifnot quite, rivaled some of the greatEnglish, portrait painters, which was indeedhigh achievement. In the Gorcorannailery is to be seen another splendidexample of Gilbert Stuart's work.a portraitof John Randolph, painted whenthis celebrated Virginian was but a lad.Both portraits aro very rewarding ofstudy.

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""|THE Metropolitan Museum, New York,* has just purchased for its permanentcollection a figure painting by GariMelchers which was recently shownIn the Corcoran Gallery here. Itis a picture of a mother nursing herbaby and is a masterly work. Manywill remember it. The mother holds thelittle one on her lap with her left armand looks down upon it with maternaltenderness. The baby nurses solemnly,but looks out upon the world, and, incidentally,its mother, with a wise and interestedeye. The little feet are bareand are painted, as is the little fist,strongly and with sympathy. There arecertain fundamental things in life whichmake common appeal. Motherhood isone of these, babyhood another. Mr.Melcher's picture will never have to beexplained; its significance is patent to all.Because, however, the painter has clothedhis expression in beautiful form, haspresented the theme nobly as well asskilfully, it is true that its 'Value is immeasurablyincreased. Mr. Melcher'sstyle is essentially frank, but his mannerof rendering is by no means ungracious.The Metropolitan Museum isfortunate in having secured so excellentan example of his work.

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THE American Federation of Arts announcesthat its next annual oonvenlionwill be held in this city the 16tli,17th and 18tli of May. This will bring:o "Washington many distinguished painters,sculptors and architects, as well as

museum directors ant officers of art organizationsfrom all parts of the country.

ad to a man been brought on board inhat a sympathetic eyewitness on aimilar occasion once described as "atate of beastly but enviable intoxieaion,"were once more beginning to sit upnd take notice. Their efforts in this diectionowed much to the kind assistancef Messrs. Gates and Dingle, the first andecond mates, who, with cold douche andnrelenting boot, were sparing no pains toouse to a sense of duty those of theirock who had not yet found or recoveredheir sea legs.The crew consisted of two Englishmennd a Californian, together with a handulof Scandinavians; Portuguese and Germans,divided by sea law (which, like itsig brother, non curat de minimis) intoDagoes" and "Dutchmen," respectively,epresentatives of the romance races benggrouped under the former and of thetnglo-Saxon under the latter designaions.With one exception none of themiad sailed on the ship before, and in allirobability would never do so again,'hey had been purveyed to Capt. Kingomby a Tenderloin boarding-house;eeper, and had signed a contract for theoyage to Bordeaux and back,, wages for»oth trips to be paid at the end of theecond. If sufficiently knocked about theyrould, in all probability, desert at Borleaux,preferring to forego their payather than stand a second dose of theiome comforts of the Orinoco. This was

lie of the ways in which Capt. Kingdomaved his employer money, and in which4r. Noddy Klnahan made the "River"Jne a profitable concern. There wereilso others, which shall be set forth inlue course.Capt. Kingdom had just appeared on theiridge. He was a furtive and sinister

okingindividual, resembling rather aiawnbr»ker's assistant than one who ocupiedIlls business in great waters. Bntie was a useful servant to Noddy Kinalan."Got all the hands to work, Mr. Gates?"

,e called down to the mate."Aye, aye, sir!" replied Mr. Gates,nocking the heel of his boot oil the decko ease his aching toes.The captain ran his eye over the crew,rho were huddling together forward ofhe bridge. He cleared l)is throat."Now, you scum," he began, genially,attend to me. While I tell you whatou've got to do on board this ship."The st^m, stagnant and unresponsive,Istened stolidly to his harangue, the subtanceof which did not differ materially,nutatis mutandis, from one of Mr.[queers' inaugural addresses to his pupilsn the first morning of term at Dotheboyslall. Capt. Kingdom's peroration laidarticular stress upon the fact? thatlessrs. Gates and Dingle had been reuestedby him as a particular favor todopt the policy of the thick stick and. theilg boot In the case of those members ofhe crew who refrained from looking slick[i executing their orders.The crew received his remarks withheepish grins or 6ullen scowls, and the,rator concluded;"Pick watches. Mr. Gates, and then we'llilnn As*n*r» tn rllnnxxf* A TA 14 11 lmflHn nilpu uvnu w umiiiv* «» v. »> v»*

eck?""Aye, aye, sir," replied Mr. Gates, lookiffover his list"Isaw somebody down below a fewninutes Ago." drawled a voice, proceedisfrom a figure seated upon a bollard.It was Mr. Allerton, who, with characeristlccontentment with (or indifferenceo) his lot, had performed the unpreceentedfeat of signing on for a secondoyage in the Orinoco. He wore his usualir of humorous tolerance of the cares ofhis world, and spoke In the composednd unruffled fashion which stamps theigh-caste Englishman all over the globe.t ,

of supposed friends, to find himself accusedby a strange old gentleman of havingwhile sleep walking shot a parkloafer to death. Mr. Hornung works outof this material a story of exceptionallygood texture. The school boy has good

' qual'ties in him hitherto unsuspected by' his family and friends, and he proves amatch for a student of psychic phenome1na about whom the mystery of the talecenters. A touch of romantic interest islent to the story, which concludes with asurprising climax.HISTORY MADE VISIBLE! a SynchronicChart and Statistical Tahle

of I'nlted States History. By George. - T» A Itf1 A i i _i

Hi. uroucup, jo. a. wiin a cnronoiOKicaltext by Ernest. D. Lewis, A. M.New York: "Windsor PublishingCompany.

This exceedingly clever invehtlon servesto spread out the history of the UnitedStates, complete in fact and in sequenceof facts, so that it enters the eye as a

picture does. The old much-in-littlephrase takes on real meaning in thiscase. A thin, handy, atlas-like book this,containing the substance of four centuriesof American history. Condensation to essentials,perfection of arrangement, askillful use of type to indicate the relativeweight of events, and all manner ofmaps and diagrams of record and comparisonare the means by which one isher^ able to visualize history. This record,moreover, is no thin string of wars,campaigns, battles, but a broad field instead.covering discovery, expans'on, politicalevolution, growth of industry andtrade, character of population, advancein education and so on to present historiclimits. As a mere summary of fact thisis a most useful publication. Its supremevalue, however, lies in its comprehensiveviews of historic relat'ons. With it athand one is able instantly to see eventsin their proper time and place relationsto other events, these correlations constitutingthe final point of historic study.Teachers, students and general readers

D ARTISTSAddresses will be made by authoritativespeakers on topics of broad general interest,such, for example, as "The Relationof Sculpture to landscape." "PublicLibraries and Art." "A National Schoolof Industrial Art," "American Handicraft,""Garden Cities." The sessions ofthis convention are invariably open tothe public.

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AN illustrated' lecture on "Textiles'was given at the Public Library

Tuesday evening by Miss S. G. Flint, assistantin charge of textiles at the Museumof Fine Arts, Boston. Tracing theearly history of weaving. Miss Flintshowed, first, examples of textiles foundin the Coptic tombs, commenting upontheir designs and in some instances theirtexture. From these she passed to a considerationof the Italian. Spanish andFrench fabrics, linens, silks, brocades,damasks and velvets, and from these totapestries. Briefly she touched upon thesubject of Persian rugs, and at greaterjengxii ants iuiu ui me uutciupiucuL vi iitv

various kinds of lace. Most of her illustrationswere reproductions ef specimensin the Boston Museum's collections,which are exceptionally fine. The subjectis exceedingly interesting, and MissFlint presented It with exceptional clear11 ess, engendering on the part of herhearers not merely enthusiasm but desirefor further inquiry.

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THE news of the death of KenyonCox. which occurred at Long Beach,

j Cal., this week, came as a shock to

j many. Mr. Cox was one of the foremostof our American artists and his losswill be seriously felt. He was a painter,a,' sculptor, a writer and a lecturer.infact, one of the many-talented few.Two years ago he lectured before theWashington Society of Fine Arts in thiscity: the nyiral decorations in the southwestgallery of the Library of Congressarc by him, and* very frequently hisworks have been shown in the CorcoranGallery's exhibitions. His portrait ofAugustus Saint Gaudens many will rer

call. Likewise his painting "Hope andMemory" has become familiar throughrepeated reproduction. Mr. Cox belongedto the academic school, and was

not drawn hither and thither by the fadsof the day. His paintings were profoundlystudied and carefully rendered, andthey had, as a rule, sculpturesque suggestion.1'ndcr persuasion of sculptor

His lot on board the Orinoco had beenlighter than that of most, for his companions,finding him-apparently imperviousto ill-usage and philosophically genialunder all circumstances, had agreed to regardhim as a species of heavily decayedand slightly demented "dude," and hadhalf-affectionately christened him "Percy".a term which sums up the typical Englishmanfor the New Yorker almost as

vividly as "Rosbif" and "Godam" performthat office for the Parisian.The captain descended from the bridge,

walked across the deck and dispassionatelykicked Mr. Allerton off the bollard."Stand up, you swine, when you speak

to me!" he shouted. "Where did you seeanybody?"Mr. Allerton rose slowly and painfully

from the seuppers. There are momentswhen the role of a Democritus is difficult*to sustain."I'm sorry you did that, captain," he remarked,"because I know you didn't mean

it personally. You had to make somesort of demonstration, of course, to putthe fear of death into these new# hands,but I regret that you should have singledme out as the corpus vile.you don't knowwhat that means, I dare say; never mind!.because you have shaken up my wits so

much, besides nearly breaking my hipbone, that I shall have to pause and considera minute before I remember whereI did see the gentleman."If the captain had been Mr. Gates he

would probably have felled Allerton tothe deck a second time. As it was. heshuffled his feet uncomfortably and glared.The broken man before him, when allwas said and done, was his superior; andthe captain, who was of sufficiently re-fined clay to be sensitive to social distinctions,was angrily conscious of thatsense of sheepish uneasiness which obsessesthe cad, however exalted, In thepresence 'of a gentleman, however degraded.Allerton continued:"I remember now, captain. The man

was lying in the alleyway leading to thecompanion. I'll go and see how he isgetting on. Keep your seats, gentlemen."

" He dived down the fore hatchway, justin time tc escape the Itching boot of theunimpressionable Mr. Gates, and proceededbetween decks toward the stern.Presently he came to the alleyway inquestion. The man was still there, buthad slightly shifted his position since Allertonhad last seen him. He was nowreclining across the passage, with hishead sunk on his chest. His feet werebare, and he was attired in a blue jumperand a pair of trousers which had onoe be|longed to a suit of orange and red pyjamas.His appearance was not impressive..Allerton stirred him gently with his

foot."Wake up, old man." he remarked, "or

there'll be hell Well, I'm damned!"For the man had drowsily lifted his

heavy head and displayed the features ofHughio Marrable.They gazed at 'each other for a full

minute. Then Allerton said, feebly:"You've preferred the Orinoco to the

[Apulia after all. then?"Hughie did not reply. He was running

his tongue rouud his cracked and blackenedlips, and tentatively sucking hispalate."I know that taste," he remarked. "It

reminds me of a night I once spent infanton. I have itr-ODium!" IThen be tenderly fingered the back of

bis head, and nodded with the interestedair of one who is acquiring a new Item ofexperience. ,

Tto been filled up with opium before,"he said, "but this is the first time rvebeen sandbagged. I suppose I was sahu-'

IT Iare In debt to this novel, practical, admirablepiece of work.

THE BASIS OF ML'SICAI. PLEASt'RKitogether with a Coaalderatloa of theOpera Frobleaa aad the Kipreaaloaof Eaiotloao la Mualr. By AlbertGehring. author of "-Kacial Contrasts,"etc. New York: G. P. Putnam'sSons.

This book, addressed to n special class,hardly experts enthusiastic reception on

the part of the common reader. It may.perhaps, not be altogether useless, however.for this common reader to give itseffect upon him. Obviously under thespell of Hugo Mnnsterberg. "teacher andfriend," the author psychologizes on thebasis of one's pleasure in music. As thetitle indicates, this study is of the clinicalsort. As a first step, music is taken apartand all Its little pieces are spread out forlnsneefton. Then the nuns of the humanmind are unhooked from one another andlaid out to be fussed over with gravethoroughness. At this stage the realgame begins.one of the puzzle sort, thepoint to match together out of these twosets of blocks, so to speak. & new- andperfect form shaped by the union ofmusic and mind. At the outset, tlveauthor ^confesses to an abandonment ofhis original aim.that of discover'ng andsetting forth the nature of a "single supremefountain of musical pleasure".through the inadequacy of "the presentstate of knowledge," accepting, instead, astudy of various complex sources. Thework is serious scholarly, exacting. Withoutdoubt, it will prove highly useful tocertain orders of people. To the merereader, however, it belongs with the writingsdevoted alone to mental discipline,whatever that may mean. It is a pleasureto say that one of these lectures, the oneon the qpera problem, does convey somemeaning and interest to the average reader.It seems to be about something.CORRECTION AND PREVENTION:

Four Volumes Prepared (or theI

friends he undertook to model one of thefigures proposed for the exterior decorationof the Institute of Arts and Sciencesof Brooklyn, and carried the work tocompletion with remarkable success. Iiiswritings were numerous and scholarly,and his Influence was far-reaching. Hisdeath seems most untimely, for he wasstill in the prime of life.

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THE Washington Society of the ArcheologicalInstitute ofAmerica will holdit3 next meeting Wednesday evening Inthe assembly room of the Carnegie Institution,at which time Prof. Esther BoiseVan Deman will deliver an illustratedlecture on "Some Master Builders of AncientRome." As the classical style hasbeen adopted for all our public buildingsin Washington, an acquaintance withthe "master builders" whom wc are followingwould seem eminently desirable.

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* * I.'V'HE exhibition of water colors sent out* by the American Federation of Arts,to-which the Washington Water ColorClubmade generous contribution, has, sinceleaving this city, been shown at Denverunder the auspices of the Artists* Club,in the San Francisco Institute of Art andat Stanford University, from where it hasbeen sent to Milwaukee. In each citymuch .interest was shown and high commendationgiven to fhe works set forth.Among those represented in this collectionare Mr. Moser, Mr. Holmes. MissPerrie, Miss Jackson, Mr. Child and MissSawtelle.

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MR. and Mrs. F. Carl Smith are travelingin the east. Writing fromConstantinople the last of February, theytold of an inspiring and delightful sojournin Athens, as well as of their intentionof continuing their journey toEgypt.

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WEDNESDAY evening a lecture wasgiven at the Washington Club beforethe Washington Society of the Fine

Arts by Henry Rankin Poore, the wellknown painter. Mr. Poore took as hissubject "Picture Art," and graphicallyexplained the principles of compositionupon which pictures are upbuilt.

LEILA MECHLIN.

bagged first and hocussed afterward.Yes, that's it."He looked almost pleased. He was a

man who liked to get to the bottom ofthings. Presently he continued:"Could you get me a drink of water?

I've got a tongue like a stick of glue."Allerton departed as bidden, presently

to return with a pannikin, irtighie was

standing up in the alleyway, swaying unsteadilyand regarding his attire."I say." he said, after gulping the

water, "would you mind telling me.yousee, I'm a little bit wuzzy in the head atpresent.where the devil I am, andwhether I came on board in this kit ormy own clothes?""Steamship Orinoco." replied Allerton,

precisely, "out of New York for Bordeaux.""Let me think," said Hughle."Orinoco?

Ah! now I'm beginning to see daylight.What's the name of the owner, our friendfrom Coney Island?"Allerton told him. ''But he's more than

your friend now," he added; "he's youremployer."Hughie whistled long ajid low."I see," he said. "Shanghaied.eh?

Well. I must say he owed me one; Ifairly barked his nose for him that night.But now that he has had me knocked on

the head and shipped on board this oldark. I think he lias overpaid me. I owehim one again, and, with any luck, heshall have it.""Do you remember being slugged?" said

Allerton."Can't say I do precisely. Let me see.

I recollect coming along 42d.street on myway to the Manhattan. I'd been diningat the Lambs, and I stopped a minute onthe sidewalk under an L railway trackto light my pipe, when.yes, it must havehappened then.""I expect you had been shadowed all

day," said Allerton. "But I'm forgettingmy duties. You are wanted on deck.""Who wants me? Noddy Kinahan?""Not much! He doesn't travel by his

own ships. It's the captain. I understandthat you are to be presented to thecompany as a little stowaway, and greatsurprise and pain will be officially manifestedat your appearance on board.""All right. Come along and introduce

me."Capt. Kingdom's method of dealing withinvawavs.natural and artificial.wassimple and unvarying. On presentationhe first of all abused them with all theresources of an almost Esperantic vocabulary.and then handed fhem over toMr. Gates to be kicked into shape.On Hughie Marrable's appearance on

deck the captain proceeded with gusto topart one of his syllabus- Hard wordsbreak no bones, and Hughie, who wasbreathing In great draughts of sea air,and feeling less dizzy and more collectedeach minute, set no particular store bythe oratorical display to which he wasbeing treated. In fact, he was almostguilty of the discourtesy of allowing hisattention to wander. He set the crownupon his offense by Interrupting the captain'speroration."Look here, skipper," he said, brusquelybreaking in upon a period, "you can

drop that. My name is MarraWc. I amnot a stowaway, and I have been dumpedon board this ship by order of "

"Your name," said Capt. Kingdom, withrelish, "is anything I choose to call you,and as you stowed yourself away onboard "

"Look here," said Hughie. "I want aword ylth you.in your own cabin forcholoe. Ail right," he continued, with irising voice, as the captain broke outagain, *T11 have it here Instead. Firstof all. what is Mr. Noddy Kinahan paylogyou for this job?"

(To be continued tomorrow^

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Krraa. Edited by Charles RichmondHenderson. Russell Sane Foundation.New York: Charities PublicationCommittee.

T. d» Prison Reform. By F. B. Ranborn.F II. Wines and others. (21 CriminalPaw in the J'nited States. By EugeneSmith.II. Penal and Reformatory Institutions.Ily leading authoritiesIII. Preventive Agencies and Methods.

By Charles Richmond Henderson.IV. Preventive Treatment of NeglectedChildren. By Hastings H. Hart.The four volumes of this series const!-

tutc a mine of information an<i suggestionrespecting social reform by means ofprevention and correction. Kadi Is a collectionof monographs from the highestsources of specialized knowledge and experience.What may be taken as thefirst one of the series is a study in theadvance of criminal law since the CincinnatiPrison Congress in 1*7«> to meetthe greatly complexed conditions of modemlife. Supplementing this is a generaldiscussion of prison reform. Ttiasecond volume stands, in a way. as anamplification of the tirst one through itsanalysis of the various prison systems ofthe Fnited States, followed hy conrpletedescriptive studies of type prisons out ofthese different systems. The third volumeconsiders general preventive agenciesand methods worked out in economioand social spheres, through both the d»rectinstrumentality of the courts and theindirect means of education. The lastvolume applies the basic idea of preventionto tlie case of neglected children.Here the different kinds of institutionsaro described in their purposes and plans.Societies engaged with these children aremeasured, and the juvenile court aa a socialforce is discusser? with great ardorand thoroughness. This running review,of necessity brief, serves most inadeiquately even to indicate the scope findhigh value of this series of studies, whosousefulness in the propaganda of reform isbeyond definite calculation.

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SPKAKIXG. By Thomas Flilebrown,M. L>.. I). M. D.. Professor of Op-erauve Dentistry and Oral Surgeryin Harvard University, etc. Boston:Oliver Ditson Company.

THE EARKIKC. POWER OP RAILROADS.10U|Nllraitf, 4 apttalUatlon,Bonded Indebtedness, EaraIbrm,Operating Expenwen, Coat ofMaintenance, Fined Charge*, ComparativeStatistic*. Inveatmenta,Dividend*, (.uaraateea, etc. Compiledand Edited by Floyd \V. Mundyof James H. Ol phant 6c Co. NewYork: Moody's Magazine Book Department.

CATALOGUE OF PRINCETONUNIVERSITY.164thYear, 1010-1911.Princeton. N. J.: Published by theUniversity.

THE RELIGION OF BEAUTY ANDTHE IMPERSONAL ESTATE. ByHaley Hunted Bell. New York:Hinds, Noble & Eldredge. J

SOMEBODY'S LITTLE GIRL. By»Martha Young. Illustrated by IdaDougherty. New York: Hinds, No-'ble & Eldredge.

THE VENTURE! a Story of theShadow World. By H. NormanGrisewood, author of "Zarah theMartian," etc. New York: R. F.Fenno & Co. Washington: Wood7ward & Lothrop.

A ROMAN WITi Epigram* of Martial.Rendered into English by PaulNixon. Boston: Houghton MifflinCompany.

MAN'S TOMORROW. By William W.Kingsley. author of "Views onVexed Questions." etc. Bost9n:<

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Tit PUBLICmn!BOOKS FOE YOUNG PEOPLE RECENTLYADDED.

A large number of new children's bookshave been added to the Public Libraryto keep pace with the increasing demand.They have been selected with care andin accordance with the children's int rests.Theyinclude stories, books for youngerchildren, handicraft, out-of-door booka.and much that is useful in connectionwith school work.

Bible Stories.Broadtis. E. U. Book of ltae Christ Child.

JCGQI-B78.Crutrin. L. E- Old Testament Stories for LittleChildren. JCBG-C844o.

History and Biography.Bacon, E. M. Bby's Drake. JEJ)787h.Bacon. E. M. The Boy a Hakluyt. 130*.

JG12-11136.Guerber. H. A. Story of Modern France.

JF39-F:)32s.Guerber, H. A. Story of Old France. JF33G932st.Holm. Erich. Eugenie. Empress of the French;tr. fr. the German by G. P. Upton. JE-Eu436h.Kuecbler. C. G. F. Queen Maria Sophia of

Naples, a forgotten heroine. jE-M33467k.Miller. F. T. Hero Tales From American Life.

1000. jE-9M817h.Schmidt, Ferdinand. Charlemagne; tr. by G.

P. Upton. jF3«15-Sch53.Tappan. E. M. The Story of the Roman Pewpie.JF3C-TT07s.Wheeler, U. F. B. Story of Napoleon. JF39M2W565s.Wood, Eric. Famons Voyages of the Great

Discoverers. JG12-W8M.Wuerdlg, I.. Prince Eugene, tlie nohte knight;

tr. fr. the German by G. P. U'pton. jE-Eu435w.

Geography.Browne. E. A. Spain. JG44* BM7.Clark, Alfred. Ceylon. JGd SM'.">4.Thompson. M. P. I>euuinrk. JG.*i<i-T3M}.Walter, L. E. Russia. JG.»4-W174.

Occupations and Pastimes.Flint. L. C. Small Gardens for Small Gardeners.JRIS-F646s.Foster, O. II. Cookery for Little Girls. jRZFS13c.Goodwin. E. E. Goodwin's Coarse in Sewing.

3v. 1WCA-G<534.McCarthy. G. D. Plays From the Wonderbookand Tanglewood Tales. JYD-M127.McGlaulin. Idabcile. Handicraft for Glria.

JWUTA-M17oh.Mackay, C. D. Silver Thread aud otheg folk

plays for young people. JVU*P-M193s.Thompson. E. S. Tha Amcricau Boy Scout.

JVD-T369aui.Poetry.

Browning, Robert. Pied Fiper of Hanielin.JYP-B82pl.Tlleston. Mrs. M. W. F.. i-omp. Children's

Book of Ballads. 18S3. JYP-T433cb.Books for Little Children.

Davidson. E. B. Blowing Away of Mr. BushyTall.Davidson. E. B. Bunniklns-Bunnles la Europa.Gates, Mrs. J. S. Little Girl Blue.Gates. Mrs. J. S. Live Doll's Party Days.Potter, Beatrix. Tale of the Flopay Bunnies.Potter, Beatrix. Txlc of Jemima Puddle-Dack.

1908.Potter, Beatrix. Tale of Mrs. Tlttlemouae.Smith, E. B. Chicken World. 1YB Sm53ch.Smith, E. P. Farm Book. JYB-Sm£>3f.

Fiction.Baker. E. A. Frollca at Falruiottnt.Baldwin, James. Stories of Don Quixote.Brown, A. F. Christmas Angel.Chase. J. A- Daughter of the Revolution.Curtis, A. T. Anne Nelson.Elliott. Emilia. Patricia.Ellis, K. It. Wide-awake Girls at College. '

Glllniore, I. H. Maida's Little Shop.Could, E. L. Admiral's Little Housekeeper.Gould. E. L. Fell ela Visits.Johnson. U. S. Williama ou Service.Ktiipe. A. A. Captain of the Eleven.Mrlulyrc, J. T. ioung Continentals at Bunka*

Hill.Madison. L. F. Feggr Owen. Patriot.Otis, James. Minute Bora of Boston.Paine, R. I». Cadet of the Black Star Line.Paine. A. B. lloltow Tree Snowed-ln Book.Pendleton. Frank. Tim and Roy in Camp.Ray, A. C. Sidney: Her 8enk»r Year.

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Sidney. Margaret. Little Maid of Boston Ttowm.Stirling. Yates, jr. United Statea Midshipman

in the Philippines.Thrall. Josefa. Tim Baally Dell.TomllnaoD. E. T. Young Bloekadara.Vamba. Prince and H!a Ants.Wells, Carolyn. Betty'a Happy Year.Wells, Carolyn. Dick and Dolly's Adeenhrrad,Zollinger, Gulicltna. Rout of the Forelgawk >