The Savannah morning news., 1902-06-23
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BOOK NOTICES.

Papers Presented at the Fifth an
nual session of the Summer Assembly
of the Jewish Chautauqua Society, held
at Atlantic City in July, 1901. Publish
ed by the Jewish Publication Society of
America, 1918 Arch street, Philadelphia.
Pa. The introduction to this little vol
UNI was written by the Rev. DR..
Henry Birkowitz, and the papers are
by men of prominence in some field of
literary endeavor. The papers are not
only entertaining but full of valuable
informa ton.
"a Waiting Race" by Alice Ashmore
Rogers. The Abbey Press, publishes
ia Fifth Ave. New York City
Cloth, small 12mo, fifty cents. Lovers
of romance will find in this story a
study of the social life that has devel-
oped in the historic and picturesque re-
gion of Northern Virginia. In clever
and easy vein, and with rapid move
ment, amusing, yet real contrasts are
drawn between two young men of high
position with equal advantages of edu-
cation, but of wide differences in char
acter and mental calibre as well as
tastes and ideals. The dainty and
ern girl, whose beauty of mind and per-
son find an appropriate setting in the
romantic scenery of the Shenandoah.
A most pleasing feature of the book is
the light thrown on the tie between the
hero and his old negro "Mammy;" and
from the beginning one is strongly
drawn to the character of General
Macdonald, who is the soul of courtesy
and chivalry.
THE Love Story of Abner Stone"
by Edwin Carlisle Litsey. A. S.
Barnes & Co, publishers, 1876 Fifth av-
enue. New York city. limo. cloth, gilt
top, 1874 pages. Price, $1.2O net, post
age. This is a charming love story
straight from the heart. 1t abounds
in charming descriptions. The follow
ing, of a days fishing, is a good ex-
ample of the, authors style: did
you ever lazy along the river bank in
May and just live and fish and smoke,
and do nothing else? If you have not,
you have missed a very great pleasure.
If you fail to catch many fish, ii
doesn't matter much. There is a GER
tain spell in the air which defies en-
nui, and a kind of tonic steals into
your blood which makes ii tingle
through your veins, much as the ris-
ing sap in the young trees, l imagine.
You rise in the morning and battle
your eyes open in a nearby spring.
whose crystal, cool water is like the
touch of a healing hand. Then comes
breakfast of bacon, coffee and good,
light bread. Then your pipe comes as
naturally as a deep breath of the for
est-scented air. and you take your
rod and minnows and wander up the
bank through the weeds and the dewy
grass. Under the shadow of that old,
half-sunken log is where the bass
stay. The water is deep and clear,
and your hook sinks with a low CUR
gle, like an infants laughter. What
matters it whether bite come at once
or not? You sit in a hollow formed
by a curving tree-root, rest your back
against the tree-trunk. and are very
contented. The other side Of the stream
is lined with endless stretches Of trees
sycamore, elm, dogwood, with their
starry eyes peering in innate vanity
over the bank into the mirror beneath
them, and underbrush Of all descrip-
lions. Where the tide has once been.
and receded. IS a stretch Of yellow
clay now glistening from the degs Of
night After a while the sun strikes
this. and the wet surface glows like
gold. Then your wandering eye-for