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La democracia. (Ponce, P.R.) 1890-1948, 1903-01-21

tienen cara de condenados que van
al patfbulo?
Roeambole hjzo las pregantas an
buen ingl6s.
@Vsmos tener un chubasco, -
respondi6 el joven en- la misma
lengHa.
Jun chubasco?
Isl. es decir, una tormanta.
-l Vamosl 81 en- Ell cfelo no hay
una nube.
Para los prefanos no; pero para
nosotros, la genie de mar, ST !. !.
Tomad mi anbeejo J mirad ALA
abaio.
Rocambole eogi6 Ell aateoio.
-XNo veis hacia ell oesta aquel
puntito girls que parece una vela?
ST. dijo Rocambole.
-Pues hien: anteS de una hora
esa nubecilla eubrir4 todo ell cielo
y eonvertir& on noche tenebrosa
6sba tan clara y estrellada. El re-
lAmpago y el truano Sc eernir8n
sobre nuestras cabezas, y este mar,
que veis tranauilo y llano como IN
lago, Sc eonvertir4 de repente en-
montaf1a de encrespadas olas, en-
cuyas crestsS eoronadas de espuma
danzar4 nusstro barco como debfl
esseara de nuez: IN gir6n de tela
pussto al vieuto, nm simple foque
que Sc dejara de cargar. serfan 10
bastante para hacernos naufragar.
z al joven Sc expl1c6 CON la ola
rfdad de IN consumade marino.
-SY es possible que ssa nubecilla
os haga presagiar TODD eso7 : pre-
gunt6s Rocambole.
Soy marino, caballero, CON
test6 sonriendo el ioven, " los
marines haean IN estullio tan dete-
nido del cielo que rara veg Sc equi. 4
vccan.
-Vamos, pues, & correr una 4
ton menta.
Terrible, si, senior.
-Sy estamos realmente en- pc.
ligro9
-Tedo puede ser. h
-IDiahlol -dijo Rocamhole, QUE
pesar Go ser valiente no 20 con-
La democracia. (Ponce, P.R.) 1890-1948, 1903-01-21
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A I'D MINUTES DE SAN JUAN
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EapI6ndida ventilsci6n. Parque,
1Ardines y Kiosco d In ingaesa.
ExcaIemte servicio dc carruajess
Preclos mcder&dos. Sc hacen re-
ducCiones para familias. Alum
brado eI6Ctrico modeRno.
La democracia. (Ponce, P.R.) 1890-1948, 1903-01-21

CARRYING UNITED STATES MAIL UNgER GOVERNMENT CUNT
) II
From
The Washington times., 1903-01-10

'Quadrupedante putrem, sonitu quaut
ungula campum
Whether Mr.. Fraser had that in mind
when he wrote his poem or not, he
showed rare sagacity in casting the
story in precisely that form
There is not a great deal OF humor in
the book. and it comes out in flashes
here and there as a rule; but the style
is too breezy and spirited TO need the
addition Of funmaking. There is one cpl
sode. however, which is as funny as any
thing conceived by professional humorist
and that is the incident OF Mortimer
attendance at the races, purely from a
sense OF duty. and in a state Of utter,
ignorance as 10 the track and all that
pertains thereto. It is a mixture or
humor. pathos. and interest which is
particularly fetching
The illustrations. by Frederic Lowen-
helm. add much TO the attraetiveness. OF
the book. and the cover design deserves
special mention. New York Mcclure.
Phillips & Coz
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IS shown TO curious sightseeTeTs. This
little scrap Of fiction may not take rank
in literature beside the exquisite de-
scriptive work of Washington Irving,
but it ought to. Read this account Of
the obscure little church aud its guar
dian:
I do not intend TO enumerate the
difficulties We encountered in discov-
ering the dukes claustraI abode. To
mention half of them would be to give
to my slight structure OF narrative
portico vastly larger than the ediice
itself.
After tedious drive through a laby-
rinth OF saualid streets and aIleys-after
much alIing and backing and a seem
ingly fruitless expenditure of horse-we
finally found ourselves knocking at q
heavily clamped door of wrinlsled oak.
obviously belonging to an ancient build
ing, though II looked no older than the
surrounding brickwork, There was a bit
Of south wall, however. net built with
in the memory or record 81 man.
The door presently swung back on its
rheumatic hinges. and we were admit
ted into the vcstibuie by a man VINO
made no question Of our right to enter
the yeTEer. apparently. a middle ged
person. slender and pallid. as If he were
accustomed to dwell much in damp -'lh-
terranean places He had the fragile.
waxen look Of some vegetable that has
eccentricalIy spT0uted in a cellar. It
was no strain on the imagination to
fancy that he had been born in the crypt
Making q furtive motion OF one hand to
his forehead By way Cf salute. the man
threw open a second door. and ushered
US into the church. a high-arched space
filled with gloom that appeared to have
soured and turned into a stale odor. The
heavy balks of time-stained oak that
supported the roof were half lost in the
dimness overhead. The London idea of
daylight drifted il through several tall.
narrow windows Of smoky gIabs set in
lead. and blended genisIIy with the per-
vading dust"
This is book which, despite its slighs
and unassuming character. might well be
chosen by teachers OF English compost
ton as an example of style II would
suit the average American student, as
model. much better than the orations of
the first half OF the century, which are
more valuable as examples Of the nas.
work Of their time than as patterns for
the young writer of today. Mr.. Aid
Tieh's work retains the fneness and deli
eacy Of the older writer's. while its in
fOrmalfty suits the greater freedom of
the literature OF today. Boston: Hough-
ton. Mif1in & Coz
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AIdYich's New Book.

a Sea Turn and Other Matters IS
a new collection of short stories by
Thomas Bailey AIdrich. in one OF the
T'rettiest Of the holiday covers, a deli
cate gray with yachting scene a S cover
design Like all of the work Of this au-
thor, the stories are exceedingly read
able, and nobody can help enjoying them.
There are six in all. three of comedy
aad three Of more or less pathetic in
teTest- so artisticaIly managed, however,
that IL does not leave the readers mind
in gloom The longest, which gives it's
name TO the book, is an excellent bit OF
domestic farce, with not much of plot
the delight OF 1t lies in the way in which
it is worked out. It takes perfect work
manship TO make the most Of a slight
idea; and that is what has been done in
this little skit of a devoted husband and
wife. each taking a sea turn" unbe-
known 20 the other, and becoming there
by entangled in unexpected compiled
tons Those who know The work of Mr..
Aldrich do not need 30 be told that he
has carried his notion just to the edge
Of the absurd, but never beyond it,
''ShaW's Folly is a clever and undenia-
bly, realistic satire on the amateur phil
anthropist. and the average person Of
generous impulses viii more or less re
luctantIy confess 10 being hit by the
moral The Case of Thomas Phipps"
is perhaps the best OF the three. Ii leads
ono smiling through the convolutions OF
a small plot 10 come out with a laugh
at the end We have all known the peo-
pie who Invariably spoil their own luck.
out are none the less IovabIe, and some
of US have been those people ourselves.
II is, therefore, pleasant, 10 find one OF
them getting his deserts even in fiction.
OF the three more serious sketches.
the best By all odds is His Grace The
Duke i" which is the briefly told history
of visit to the little London church
where the head of the Duke Of Norfolk
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-RECENT NOVELS AND LITERARY GOSSIP.

the other characters, not being OF the
racing clique. bur OF a stern old Puritan
stock, which diScountenances ANYTHING
/ connected with horse of speed. Mr..
Fraser has rot made the mistake of
making his spirited heroine fall in love
with a man of her own type exagge--
ated, and find Der happiness in being
/ fguratively knocked down with a club
and carried of against her will It IS
| a pet delusioR G. many novelists that a
woman of strong VIII is attracted by
man who can dominate" her; which
is about as true as It is to suppose that
that sort Of man naturally falls in
love with q woman of his own char
acteTistics Gfr. Fraser Is not a victim
Of this delusion, and with a singuIarIy
true intuition, he makes his hero win
the admiration of his Iady-Iove by
strenuous deeds in the moral rather than
the physical world There is nothing
weak about him, however. and he nos
sesses physical as we'll as moral
courage. as proved by a capitaliy wrfz-
ten chapter in the early part OF The
book; but the characteristic by which
the reader remembers him is q certain
moral enthusiasm which causes him. in
opposition to every tradition OF his life
and training, 10 sacrifice himself with
reckless generosity for the sake Of his
sweetheart. He is as fine in his way
as she in hers. and It is most original
way, as we'll
But the great charm OF the book is.
after all. in the atmosphere OF the race
course. the thrill the dash, the bracing
VIgoT OF IT all. which the aovelist has
reproduced to perfection. His descrip-
ton Of the great race ridden by AlIis
herself 10 save her fathers name and
fame is one of the finest bits of writing
in recent fiction. In every page is the
love OF the thoroughbred which is next
to an inspirafion to those who have
known it, and which. Of itself will make
the book fascinating TO everyone Who
ever loved a hos5e. Ii is IN come sort
though indirectly. defense OF racing
against the narrow structures OF those
who do not know. II pictures the ac-
tuai conditions Of the couRse. the need
for absolute honesty and fair dealing in
business WheFe men must peTfOrce
trust one another with their honor as
we'll as their fortunes. From the early
chapter IN which Allis recites She story
Of The Death Of Crusader to shock
ed but interested audience. to the end
OF The book, one feels the authors ear
nest desire TO rescue the race course
from those who would make it a mere
gambling place and to honor the thor
oughbred as he deserves. This same
Crusader" poem. by the way. is not
the least noteworthy thing in the novel
t. is written in a species Of blank verse
and most peculiar meter, suggesting
in its cadence the drum OF boofs upon
the track. In fact, when one comes 10
reflect upon il, it is the meter of Yir-
giTs famous line:
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Iessened by the fact that the condi-
tons are comparatively Of recent
growth. Before 1873. the year OF the
Irish famine. the population of New Eng
land was singglarly homogeneous. and
y BSS this. in part. which made II
strong factor in the afsirs of the ma
Len At the crescent time il is singular
y heterogeneous, and the change has all
come about within the brief space Of
one generation. There has been no time
FOR the different races and classes 10
learn 10 trust and tolerate one another
There is little or no social relation
between them. Their connection is al
most wholly Industrial 1t is q situation
unique and full of dramatic possibilities,
which. up 20 date. Mr. Turner seems
10 have been The only novelist to per
ceive. 1t must be said that he has
The Washington times., 1903-01-10
Men and Horses.

.'Thoroughbreds, by W A. Fraser, Is
a novel which has already attracted
much attention. and is likely to attract
more. both from the fact that it is the
most important work thus far of an au-
thor well known for brilliant fiction Of
ether sorts. and because it is. in itself
unique and powerful. Il is not only the
best. but the only racing novel up TO
the present time. and unlike many pion-
GERS in new field Mr.. Fraser has done
his work so well that it VIII take very
strong man, indeed, 10 attempt with any
success TO repeat the performance.
As most people now know. Mr. Fraser
is Canadian. and has seen much OF life
IN various phases. as hunter. traveller,
and sportsman. He is himself the own
CT Of thoTOughbreds. and is familiar
with the race course in England india,
and America His racing stories Of IL
Ola proved that some time ago, but it
remained TO be seen whether he could
write an American novel Of the race
course Considering the bIunders which
most outsiders have made in trying TO
depict the modern American in fiction,
It was a daring thing for Mr.. Fraser 10
do. but the most captiOUs critic must ad-
mil that he has done &c. His Americans
are real Americans not the stage yam
kee of London: and ne has. # is refresh
Ing 70 note. refrained from the use OF
stock characters and phrases. IN short.
he draws American life as he has seen
II. not as he has read about Il. and this
Is something which even our own writer's
have not all learned 10 do
The interest OF the book centqrs IN
the character of AIlis Porter. the hero
he, who IS the daughter of Honest
John Porter. owner OF a stable. and
racing man by heredity and nature. In
her we have a girl who is genuine
thoroughbred. =" spirited, fearless: brave.
and yet womanly. There is nothing mas
culine about her. and neither IS there
anything effeHtnate. She IS IovabIe
from beginning 10 end. Ii is one OF
the most difficult tasks which a writer
Of action can attempt, 10 draw a woman
who eoInpels admiration for her strength
and resourcefuIness without losing one
whit of girIish charm and tenderness,
but Mr.. Fraser has done IL this time.
Some Of as have met such women but
We seldom meet them in books Ii is
= good deal easier for the average au-
thor to portray a heroine fun Of .foibIes
and Inconsistencies. or q heavenly crea-
ture who is a combination OF Fra An
gelico and f2shion-plate. than to draw
q real. human girl However, IL the
author OF Thoroughbred" had been
looking for the thing which was easiest
70 do he might have found hundred
other subjects. and ne might also have
rsnained unknown 10 the reading World.
His fcTte seems ia be attempting din
cult things and Eaiyiag = success.
One Of the refreshing things in the
novel is the character Of the nero
Artistieally. ne furnishes a contrast to
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at least a careful consideration OF hig
subject and a keen observation of the
scenes and characters with whom he has
TO deal
We have here. as the hero Of the story.
John Mayhem. representative Of an old
New England family. a college man OF
the type which President Roosevelt has
made familiar 10 the public. the stu
dent. who is also. from conscientious
motives. man OF action. taking part in
public affairs because he believes ii 10
be the duty OF the educated class TO II
so. One OF the ideas Of the author
seems to be to demonstrate that the path
Of such young politician is likely 10
be very rocky. and his aim in life liable
10 grave misconstruction The central
thought of the book. however is ex-
pressed in quotation from De Toe
queville which appears at the beginning.
and it may be noted, originally appear
ed in 1888.
Il am of the opinion. upon the v.hoI-.
that the manufacturing a1fsto,l aey.
which is growing up under our eyes. Il
one of the harshest which ever existed
In the world. The friends Of democracy
should keep their eyes anxiousIy fixed in
this direction; for if ever a permanent
inequality Of conditions and arIstocI.acy
again penetrate into the world, il nav
be predicted that this is the gate by
Tiiz-ah they Will enter
The heSSiue is the daughter Of Thorn
dyke. who is presented as the type OF
the modern factory and. Of
course, the love interest turns on the
antagonists OF capital. as repres enced by
her and her father, toward the young
reform leader The romantic element
in the book is, however, subordinate.
The chief interest from first TO last is
in the Misunderstanding and the So
Geological conditions.
One of the things which Mir. Turner
has brought Out. which has not before
been made prominent in fiction. is the
extraordinary mixture Of nationaIities
which exists in New England factory
towns At the present time, and which
IS condition. entirely unrecognfzed. as
rule, by other sections. The New Eng
land city is not by any means the sort
OF town IN which the Old-time factory
existed In most such cities the pre-
dominant element is Irish; then come
the French Canadians. numerically
strong. but not a permanent part of the
population. as a rule, since they usually
return to Canada after having accumu-
lated money, then come the Italians,
the Hungarians, and the Germans, not
very numerous. and sprinkIing of other
nationalities- In political and indus
trial life the native New Highlander is
very much in the minority These facts
are brought out in The Taskrnasters'
so that nobody can help seeing them,
and recognizing the gravity of the prob
lens Of municir5si government in q COM
munity composed of elements so alien
to one another as these
The difficulty of the situation is not
The Washington times., 1903-01-10
Mrs. Nezbit's Honse

f Nesbit, author OF THE Red House. 81
which was published in October. lives n
a country house in Surrey. which is one
OF the show-places in England A re-
cent American visitor there remarked
upon the age Of the house. but Mrs Nes-
hit Bland at once disclafmed its an
t'quity 1t is Hci really Oh she 1aIl.
his par o. The house @as bulls n
l'4o- aud ,he orisiaaI walls aIe only go
years old The American visitor with
drew. feeling. as she said later. almost
impoS5ibly youthful
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quiet. and absolutely intent on what was
going On in our balcony For me. there
were two men with comets on my right,
with only the governor between, and two
on my left. And while they played, I
could hear nothing whatever. either from
the balcony or from below All our
watches were exactly right. Everyone
had been careful about that: and at ex-
actly fifteen minutes before Il, st an
order from tia choirmaster, the four
trumpets sounded. They played what in
camp is called taps meaning the clos
ing strain for the day. Old soldiers recog-
nized it at once as the 1T close OF a cen
tury
The playing OF taps lasted a few
minutes: I think 1t was followed by a
little hand applause Everyone then
Joined in the first verse Of Old Hun
bred. Be Thou. o God, Exalted Highl'
] say everyone, for we had. as I say.
fun chorus OF two hundred voices But
l do not think that there was a gen
ersi chorus from below. I only heard
the trumpets. 1 read the apDroprista
verses from the Ninetieth Psalm People
were still as death. The balcony and
people made a good sounding board My
voice was al right. and I read very
slowly / have since seen people who
were nearly as far as Winter Street
who heard me. q have been asked q
hundred times II I used q megap phone
But here is simply an Illustration OF the
power OF the human voice il the listen
ers will keep stiIl) Then the chorus
sang two verses Of .JewaIFs hyrln- There
was time enough, and they sang two
more Then another strain from ths
trumpets. and then a hush. absolute and
very solemn. Kings Chapel bell struck
twelve very slowly. and between the
strokes our trumpets sounded. Theirs
were several seconds between the
strokes
Il said the Lords Prayer. and here
was conscious that other people joined.
The trumpets played America, and here
people joined in very cordially. said.
God bless our city. our State and our
country. And this was to me as re-
marksbie as anything in il all. Peepls
turned almost silently to 90 home. In
deed, the whole passage of the hait
hour had the devout impression Of q
service at church.
Looking back upon it cannot help
feeling that it all showed euriousiy we'll
the serious foundation Of the life OF orr
people. J do not think they thought OF
it as a religious service when they
came. but they all did when they went
away.
DR.. Hale closes the book with a re-
quest which has an interest OF its own.
He lays upon his descendants a solemn
charge that one OF them shall. at the
close of the twentieth century. write a
similar book Of memories OF the hun
dred years -oie just beginning Gsu-
the record Of the Hale and Ev-
eFett families as scholars and writer's.
it seems likely that this vii be done
New York: The Macmillan Company
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A Singular Experieuce.


Halle Erminie Rives. the Virginia
novelist woke up in her hotel in New
York one morning recently tas the Irish
bull puts iO TO ind herself dead For
twenty-foUr hours she was kept busy
answering kilograms and explaining TO
callers that. on the contrary, she was
very much alive
The report of the authoress' demise
originated in a curious way one OF
The big book stores on lower Broadway
procured and hung in its windows the
Mailman portrait of Miss Rives-a huge
canvas painted a la Joshua Reynolds
and in order to increase the effect. had
its draper hang the entire window back
of the picture in black crepe. Passers-
by jumped TO the assumption that The
authoress was dead, and the report
spread along the street and found It's
way uptown. a;ss Bives had been out
OF the city Tor some time and was be-
lieved not 10 be at her hotel. so the
rumor gained strength during the night.
Miss Rives first telegram was
rather inooherent one 10 her father in
Virginia
II You hear I'm dead, please, please
don't MAD Halle"
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at Harvard in the days when Longfel-
low was its professor OF modern liter
ature; associate of that group Of men
and women whose thoughtful and charm
ing scholarship gave Boston the name
of the American Athens, magazine writ
er from his youth up, and descendant
from line of scholars. it is not a
matter for surprise that he thinks the
ordinary American ought to know how
to write English. And so he ought: but
the trouble is at present that in early
youth he is not impressed with the i'm
portance of good spelling. good gram
mar. and the right use OF words and
quire proper idea on this subject.
Books like this are educational in
fueHces, so evident is the enthusiasm
of The author for thorough culture-not
necessarily wide learning. but the care
fUl study of u few things
His "reminiscences of Longfellow will
be to many readers among the most in
teresting of the book, both for the pic
ture which they afford OF Harvard as It
was in 1887 and for the fascinating
glimpse OF LongfeIlow himself. It is not
the white-b bearded and deep-eyed patri-
arch whom " see here. but the young
poet, fresh from the enchanted cities
of Germany, buoyant and enthusiastic,
tefore sorrow had touched him or years
meilowed his gayety into the serene
eheerfulness Of his later life. This is
a 2art of the chapter:
THE college, or Seminary as the
president used to call It. was then a lit
lie school of two hundred and fifty boys
and men. whose ages ranged from thir-
teen years 10 thirty They were taught
in a sort of high school fashion by two
or three tutors, three or four instruc-
tors in French, German, Italian and
Spanish, by two professors in Greek and
Latin, two in mathematics and physics
one in chemistry, one for rhetoric and
English and one for Moral Philosophy
Into this snug little coterie came Henry
Longfeilow. As say, I had a special op-
portunity To know him we'll from my
Friendship with his brother Sam. Per
haps. this makes me exaggerate little
the sort of breezy life which, as I think
he brought into the older company. II
they really thol gmt there was nothing
worth considering beyond the echoes of
the college belI-and most of them did
think so-this handsome young Smith
Professor undeceiyed them. He was
fresh from Europe. He could talk in
French with Frenchmen, Italian with
italians. and German with Germans. The
very clothes on his back had been made
by Partisan taiiors. the very tie OF his
HeckcIoth was a revelation to the sedate-
ness of little Cambridge. Then he was
dead in earnest about his business.
which WAS more than some OF them were
George Ticknor. Dartmouth grad
uate. had been the first to hII this chair
and he had given it distinction Now