The San Francisco call., 1899-10-22

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I'm Devonshire, and although the
action is never interrupted by the intro
duCuon OF deliberate formal description
the book has the feel of Devonshire all
through #. one sees the sky through the
tangled branches across the lane, deep
between hedRerows, smells the fresh earth
wet with rain and breathes In the soft sea
air. There is Devonshire, too, in the life
portrayed-the home,y helpfulness Of rural
good will. the slow sunen, black-hot IN
tensity Of rural passion. Where but
among English country folk or thelr
Scotch and American kin do such types
Of grotesque and serious grimness come
10 exist a. Mary Anne Wort, who held
hate I'm her heart for ten years over a
cheat I'm the purchase Of three herrings'
and who asks pardon on her deathoeo:
But mind this If l get we'll these Things
shall be as they We're before'-or as Sllas
rTrlstEore who wOoes Mary Anne with the
gift of her dead cat stuffed with "a
squeak I'm I'M. Pinch his tail. 20
The characters live. The reader can feel
Phoebe's des9lation ike a physical pres
ence. as she sits alone her fathers curse
and her mothers death heavy upon her.
and urars that her lover, for whose re
lease she committed the theft her unset
fish crime. NAV have manhood not 10 SIN
and may not he called on to suffer as she.
There al. few swceter saints than thls
peasant girl. SD strong ana Jenuer. Ian
is sadly real. he affects one like ones own
had conscience. Poor "-lacktwisted' Dan,
prayiue. SD vanity, that he might not
"aCt c0wardtul this once; struggling TO
tell his uncle thai II not for herself.
but for him. that Phoebe had stolen the
money. and always falling before the
hard ewes and the hard speech; striving
H.-- f~forr ~ ore
while Trustgore cooIly tells the young fel-
low that If he falls 10 pieces In his hands
ST is his makers fault. no one else S:
why should l lose my profit If hell ull
ave ee any way
The scene at the conclusion between
Dan and Trustgore illustrates well the IN
tensity of the inspiration and the perfec-
ton of the execution of this powerful
novel
The farmer watched the retreating fig
ure. Fetch tile COON from Jhickey tree
youder, and put a bullet droo yerzulf, he
called out
Dan took the sun and went down the
lane cut onto the moor, where the sea
mist drifted in thick gray banks There
was 10 sound except when he splashed
through d few yards of oozy soil, or
brushed against a bedrizzled thorn tree.
lie walked on, he had no conscience OF
what he was doing; his heart was empued
OF feeling Suddenly the fog parted and
lie found himself face to face with Sllas
TrUstgore. At the sight Of his enemy the
need of revenge came to Dan, streaming
down each uugling pulse into his empty
heart. Laying the gun on the ground ne
grYped the old man around the waist,
lifted him from the saddle, and the fog
closed IN upon them both SO that each
saw the other through a gray veil.
Then Dan spoke and his voice sounded
soft and dull, so that he told himself that
Il was not he that spoke, but some other
man, or the mist, maybe.
Me and you' ne said, have deal 10
zetiIe. Look TO yerzulf. for either you
kills me or 1 kills YOU Then without
further words he took his enemy by the
throat and dashed his list into his face.
Swayiug back, Sias grasped at the gun,
where il lay muZzle toward Dan on the
ground: a spray OF heather caught In the
trigger and in moment the contents of
bGtu barrels were lodged in the young
fellow 3 chest. With a halt-uttered cry ne
fell, rolled d few PAGES and lay tearing
at the soft turf, along when the plood
began TO triCkle slowly. A brief moment
the hOSLer stood and watched the red
stream, then mounting his pony he rode
away. Far below in the valley preeZS
arose, parting the fog into long gray
strips which II caught again and rolled
out of sight beyond the high ridges OF
the moor. The winter sun cleaned coIdly
on the red farm buildings, the great yell
low stacks Of corn, on the elder hedge,
the spinney Of tall slender Iarch trees.
Raising himself Dan looked for the last
time at the farm that he loved 30 well,
and for the possession Of which he had
played so poor part.
Il wud dearly liked to ha' been master
o ut vance he murmured. Then the
blood, frothing up, choked his utterance,
end ne fell back dead C. Scrtbners Sons,
New York. 81 50)
Prince Timoteo, whose real name is
Timothy Lawrence, is q jolly good fellow
cousin 10 Major Gahagan and honest
Baron Munchausen. There is a touch Of
kinship TO Falstaff In him, too Although
obliged in the interests of truth to in
form his readers that he asCended Mount
St Elias two years before Prince Luigi
AmadeO, and that after Professor Libbey
visited the Enchanted Mesa he climbed
II himself, leaving some pots and cooking
utensils, which he had borrowed from the
Indians, ana which were perhaps the pre-
historic relics afterward found there.
He bets that he can climb to the top Of
OF an Italian lake, and the precipltous
sides Of which rise 1900 feet from the sur
face Of the water. He makes the begin
ming Of his ascent by means of a sloping
face Of rock and by taking advantage Of
e assure here, a ledge there, climbs half
way up. Above him the cliff rises sheer,
and he IS preparing his apparatus for this
the most difficult part Of the ascent, when
something tOuChe~ his head. He looks up.
A rope bangles before him. He selzes and
jerks It. and in an instant is being drawn
TO the top Of the mysterious island. The
rope Is an but drawn in when an old man
looks over at him.
Are you the Prince?'
"Of course"
He is reeled IN and swung to land; finds
the plateau inhabited by a population
which had been separated from the world
900 years before by an earthquake that
thrust up the rocky island from the lake
They lived just as their ancestors lived
when cut off from the rest of mankind.
dress as they did. eat drink, dance gov
ern, and, above all, fight as they Now
the adventures of Timoteo, how he won
into a well and brought before the iudg-
ment seat, and how he slew seven
brigands In the tower, and how he was