The times., 1899-05-07

second offence of this kind, the master
made him run the gantlet of those he had
robbed. each being armed with switch.
He had no more trouble.
There are numerous funny and touching
little incidents scattered through the book.
and now and then a plantation proverb is
quoted with telling effect. One episode re-
lates to the difficulties of Mrs. Bacon s
maid in making her choice0of husband.
Two suitors, Dick and Daniel. had pre-
sented themselves, and Juno, the belle in
question, came to her mistress in per-
piexity, begging to have the matter set
tied for her. This is what happened:
We'll. Juno, which do you think is the hand
soonest, Dick or Daniel?'
Dick is heap handsomer dan Daniel; he's six
foot! Daniels head amt no higher dan mine
He is older, and, perhaps a better man, l
ventured.
Law. ma am Dick neber tells me n lie; Daniel
is all de time foolin'. lie promise me a string
o glass beads. an when ask him bout dem,
he laugh an say: My dear little Miss, | forgot
fodder night, when was at Mars Gus store Jes'
you wait till / cut de OF ROSTERS spursl Den
I'll sell him. an buy you de bes string dere is;
will you have yaller or blueT
Just like all men, Juno; they always forget
Don't depend on them.
III Dick tells me he's gon ter give me any
massa drives ter de store
Perhaps he is also buying for the other girls
in the same way. White and black; they will all
frt."
any other gal. Daniel promise Judy an Peggy
4 bundle o candy. an Judy is bTGgGin' now
bout e real goP pin he's goin' ter give her.
Juno, tell me; do you know what people call
love? Does your heart ever thump or 60 pit-a-
pat?''
Missy. you's maxim game o. me- Eb'ry
time Dick drives de carriage ter de front door
my heart trembles, like
81 see only one way that can help you. Go
and get pencil and sheet of paper. III write
Dick and Daniel; then you may draw names, as
You did when you became my maid. After so
much trouble in deciding, remember, you must
be content with the one you GET
No time to be lost; the excited girl real
lied that her destiny now was about to be
irrevocably decided. So, casting aside her tim
idity, she pleaded if for her very life.
"oh, my dear missy, don't make me draw pa
pers, caise likes Dick lots better dan Daniel" 3"
Juno is not the first girl who has sudden
ly found way out of pretended dilemma
in affairs of the heart. New York: Con-
tinental Publishing Company. S1.25.)
Paul Carah, Cornishman,' by Charles
Lee, is a very well-written story of the
Cornish seacoast, and its only fault, if it
be a fault, is that the plot seems, after
all, to be merely an episode rather than
the romance of the hero's life. There is a
sort of unwritten law that the story of a
novel should concern the life of the prin-
cipal character somewhat closely. and one
gets the impression that all the impor-
tant events of Paul Carah's life happened
outside the time limits of this book.
Paul Carah is a big, raw-boned, boast
full, vain minded man of Cornwall, who.
after an absence OF seven years in Ameri-
ca, returns to the home OF his childhood,
expecting to be a sort of lion. His first
experience Is a somewhat rude awakening
from this dream, his old neighbors treat
ing his pretensions with jeers and showing
considerable reluctance to share any of
their fishing privileges with him.
This hurts his feelings, and, much more,
his pride, but with braggart determina-
tion to show them, as McTeague would
say, that they cant make small of him, y
he settles down to fishing, and takes up his
quarters in the house of an old man with
an odd wisp of a daughter, Jennifer an
eldritch creature with flaming red hair, a
ghost white face, and sensitive, high
strung nature, which has prevented any OF
the neighbors from growing intimate with
ut4. III nio stl.-SdllSldCliOl
Paul tramples upon the girls feelings, but
in spite Of his rough nature and very OBJ
vious faults she comes to love him in her
own strange, silent way. The nearest ap-
preach to intimacy she has had with any
one is sort of mute friendship with a
deafandd dumb, monkey-like creature, half
man and half animal, who goes by the
name of Dummy in the village, and is
taken into partnership with Paul in default
,I..4z 11,,
the place for more d-wanderings,
wi.houteknowing of Jennifer's love for him
1t is weird little story. but every word is
well placed and the author is a thorough
student of human nature. (New York: d.
Appleton G Co. SD
Sand n Bushes" by Maria Louise
Pool, is the story OF journey made by
two women, the writer and companion
by the name of Amabel, from Boston to
the shores of Cape Cod. on horseback. AS
may be imagined, the travellers had some
curious though not very dangerous adj
ventures, part of which were owing to the
presence of Amabel's brother, an imperti-
nent, self-conceited and unbearably Off
cious youngster called Albert. For some
reason or other Miss Pool always saw fit
to introduce disagreeable people into her
stories-not moral lepers, or even petty
criminals. but the sort of people who, in
real life. give one feeling of helpless and
maddening evaporation. OF course. their
appearance may be excused under the plea
OF realism, but 1t seems to the sensitive
reader as If they need not be presented in
such a way as to give one the feeling that
they are going to open the door and walk
In. We dodge their company in real life
| when we can; and we certainly do not de-
sire to meet them in books. A consum-
mate villain may be interesting: we'll
meaning bores and thoroughly disagree
| able people are not.
This particular story has, of course, nc
| plot, and only the faintest suggestion Of
romance. 1t Is exactly what its title in
| dicates-"sand and bushes with few
glimpses of sea or sky or picturesque hu-
manity, of which there are many speci-
mems to be found on Cape Cod. A horse
back journey through that region, in the
most beautiful time of the year, ought tt
have afforded experience of something be-
| sides sand and bushes, but the chroniclel
seems to have Travelled with her eyes OF
the dusty roadside all the way. and most O
us can see dust and prickly weeds in oul
own back yards, without buying a book tt
| find them presented anew to our eyes
| New York: Herbert s. Stone & Co. S1.25.
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