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be ready In the fall.
The mantle of Tolstoi has fallen upon his
son, who says that his entire views Of
life and his literary style have been formed
| through repeated readings of the "Kreutzer
Sonata"
An American editor says that the worst
copy" in respect to had writing, he ever
saw he recently received from Miss Beatrice
Haraden, author of "Slips That Pass in
1t is to be conjectured that the volume OF
Little Stories About Women" announced
in London as by George Fleming is the
work of Miss Dudu Fletcher-unless some
other writer has borrowed her pseudonym.
Prof. John Fiske, who is now delivering
a series of lectures in Chicago, tells us
that he is hard at work on a new book
dealing with the early history of Virginia,
which he hopes to have ready for publica-
ton IN the fall.
Mrs. Sally Pratt Mclean Greene, whose
"Cape Cod Folks" made a stir some years
ago, is writing a new novel at her home in
Sinsbury. She is a childless widow, now,
her two children and her husband, who
was Franklin Greene, of Ohio. having all
died.
NJ. Leon Daudet has planned an extensive
| work on the social struggles of the future.
1t will be in three volumes. The first, which
will appear in June, is to be called THE
Fo-rerunners;'' the second. The Fire-bear-
and Iron"
Mrs. r. L. Stevenson asks all persons
having letters from her husband to send
them or copies of them to the British
Museum that she may select such as should
be published, and gives notice that the pup
| LEGATION of any letters without the consent
| of the executors is Illegal.
Pierre Lott, the nom de plume of the
French Academican, is not taken from the
Japanese word for violet. as has been sup
posed. Lott is an impossible word in Jap
nnnC0 n g tho olnhahaf r. M VM Tha
word lott is used in connection with a
flower that grows only in Polynesia.
Count Tolstoi refused a large sum Of
fered to him by an American publisher for
| his last story. The Neva, a Russian Illus
| trated weekly, then offered him $500 a page
| for the exclusive right to publish it as a
serial. This, too, he refused, ana made q
free gift of the manuscript TO the SVerny
| VeStnik, a Russian monthly magazine.
One of her friends says of Mrs. Schuyler
| Van Rensselaer,, the writer on art: Mari
| anna herself is not only witty and gay, she
is positively rackety, but her solemnity as
a writer verges on the awful. once said
to her, If you were to see a chip lying on
would straightway become the most impor,,
tant, most digniied chip ever Clipped. and
it's relations would widen and widen TIL
| they took in the universe
S. r. Crockett recently resigned his pas
toral charge of the Free Church, of Peni-
cuik. Mr.. Crockett, who appeared to be
deeply moved, told his congregation that
| he had weighed every argument, consid-
cred every interest, solved every difficulty"
and went on to say: Most entirely do l be-
| iieve that the same Lord who sent me to
preach the gospel, has revealed to me the
| intends me to use. / did not seek this lit
| erary work-it found me-"
Here is a story Kipiing tells of himself:
Zone day I was sitting in my bachelor
study in London when suddenly a gentle
man appeared at the door unannounced. fol-
lowed by two young ladies Is this Rudyard
Kipling?' inquired the gentleman. Yes I
answered. | turned round. Girls, this is
Rudyard Kipling.' And is this where you
writer he continued. Yes l replied. Girls,
| time to offer them tea said Mr.. Kipling,
'they were gone, girls and all. | suppose
way.
Mr.. James Lane Allen has been in New
York this winter, at work on the longest
story he has yet undertaken-a matter of
some forty thousand words. It will be fin
ished a month hence; and its publication,
in either a magazine or a number of news
| kept to the ground he is most familiar with,
the scene of Butterflies; a Tale According
ows of Kentucky. The story may be de-
scribed as a realistic pastoral, IN when a
delicate subject is treated frankly, though
+ not without dellcacy.
Du AIaurier works at irregular intervals
and in such moments as he can snatch
from his Punch work. For" he says,
"I am taking more pains than ever over
my drawing. I usually write on the top of
the piano, standing, and I never look at
my manuscript. My best time is just after
lunch. Ny writing is frequently interrupted,
and I walk about the studio and smoke,
and then back to the manuscript once more.
Afterward, / revise, very carefully now,
for I am taking great pains with my new
book. 'The Martians' is to be a very lone
book, and I cannot say when 1t will be
finished"
An interesting paper might be written
upon coincidence in art and letters, and
some incidents which would serve as strik-
| ing illustrations have not yet been brought
to the attention of the public. The Maid of
Orleans furnishes a case in point. Messrs.
Harper announce for their magazine an
anonymous story, loan of Arc" which is
supposed to have been written by her page
and secretary. Mary Hartwell C~atherwood
has. for two years, been engaged upon a
romance the title and heroine of which is
Jeanne DARE and this is to be pub
lished in the Century. Moreover, the news
has come from England that Andrew Lang
has begun an historical romance, "A Monk
of Fife, and that he, too, seeks his in
| spiration in the career of La Pucelle.
anovrn nEnDI AND THINGS