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 A delightful story unquestionably as the hope of readers of this book already will no doubt testify with warmth and enthusiasm, is ''The Star Dreamer" by those charming masters of romantic story telling, Agnes and Egerton Cas- tie, whose previous books have won them high place among the writers of fiction of to-day. The Star Dreamer" is an artistic finished work from first to last, and it's polish and above all it's subtle charm stamp it as work of tic- tion of superior merit. one among a thousand. The scene is Bindon Castle, England, and the time 1925. Bindon Castle is a fine, neglected old place. The Lord of Bindon, Sir David Cheve- ral, spent his time on the top of tow CT studying the stars. He had been crossed in love and was plunged in mel ancholy. His kinsman, old Simon Ric- kart, inhabited the donjon keep, where he expressed and combined the essences of herbs, and won for hinsef the repu- tation of being an alchemist. He lived with his astute cat, Belphegor, and his deaf-and- dumb servitor, the boy Bar naby. His lovely daughter, Ellinor, was for ten years wife and then she became a widow. The story is love story, and the lovers are the star-gazer and the old simpler's widowed daugh- ter.
 Of this admirable literary production and fascinating romance the New York Sun says in the course of its review:
 There is a marked dramatic and a fine poetical quality in the story. FL linor went up with David to his obser- vatory. fThrough the long passages of the house, up the narrow, winding stairs of the tower, he conducted her, for all his absent-mindedness, as a courier might conduct his queen. When they reached the platform of the keep, upon the threshold of the obser- vatory, she. tripped up against some unnoticed step, and would have fallen had he not caught her in his arms For an instant her bosom must have lain against his heart, the strands of her hair against his lips; and she honored him for the simplicity with which he supported her and gave her his hand to lead her in.'
 She answered to Shakespeare's phrase, "a thing of fire and air" Da- vid watched her as she let the long-eX- cluded sunlight into the castle. With quick hands she unbarred shutter and, her impetuous strength making little of rusty resistance, flung open the easement before he had had time to divine her intention. He halted on his way to help her, arrested by the gush of blinding light and the blast of wild wind, that seemed to leap at his throat She stood in the very shaft of the light, in the flood of the breeze; he stood watching her from within, in the gloom and the stagnation. Her black gown fiuttered and turned flame at the edges, alternately clung to and wound away from her straight limbs, now re- vealing, now throwing into shadow the curves of foot that, in it's sandal pressed the ground as lightly as ever 8 bldlld dIIGSlGu Q4k LIIG SpElllS. | AC fresh airs engulfed themselves under her kerchief into her white bosom. Her hair! The suns sparkles had got into it!'
 It is all very fascinating story, TO- mantle and poetical enough for any body. It is delightful to breakfast with the lovers on bread and milk in the castle dairy and with the rector, the scholarly and excellent Dr. Tutterville, who breakfasted much less simply. Surely the readers mouth will water for the wine purloined by the faithless old butler Giles-the last of seven dozen stolen and consumed by that thieving functionary. He could scarcely wait till the gorgeous liquid garnet had brimmed to the edge before graspng the glass. But palsied as his hands were, not a drop did they spill. A mouthful first, to let the taste of it lie on his palate; another to roll around his tongue; then. .unctuously, as slowly as was compatible with the act of swal- lowing, the ichor of the grape destined to warm a I1igh-born heart and to illu- mine the workings of a noble mind was sent to kindle the base fires of Sir Da- vid's thieving old servant"
 Lady Lachore, David's sister, was wicked and very plain-spoken wo- man, and the reader who does not be- lieve it is referred to page 193. We are very sorry for the locution on page 320. You whom some blind madness has kept whispering to me was to be my love-" but these little matters will creep in. There were many troubles, but all was well at last, when Ellinor took a nasty step or two and then stood, hands outstretched And David saw her, with a shaft of yellow light striking her white forehead and flaming in her en- aureoled hair, poised in lovely waiting for his welcome"
 We say again that the reader will be well satisfied. An unusually good sto- ny. We wish that number of famous and important" stories which it has been our lot to read might have been half as good"
 'The Star Dreamer" is published by Frederick A. Stokes company, New York; $15O; for sale by all leading booksellers.
 No one will go astray when looking for really entertaining story in pick ing out the new book Mine Points" of the Law" by Wilfred Scarborough Jackson, published by John Lane New