The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-08-24
ANIMAL STORIES
HOLD THE PLACE
IN AUTUMN BOOKS
PreternaturaIIy Intelligent
Beasts Are Still Doing Things
to Astonish the Human BIZ
ped and inspire the Skeptics
With Doubt.

If wuold seem from a glance over
It would seem from a GRANGE over
the autumn catalogues that there is
not much hope of a lessenlng OF the
stream of annual stories with Whlch
the land has been flooded of late. For
some readers who are voraciously fond
of everything pertaining to our DUMB
friends, we can substitute the Woru
danger for hope in the above sentence
but there are those who are exceeding
Nv weary of reading panegyr1cs OF pre-
terna turally intelligent dogs, and cats
that know more than the law allows.
In this category come also those Kip
Iingesoue tales of what the monkey
said to the kangaroo and others OF the
Seton-Thompson order that are
doubted by many more than John Bur
roughs But it is evident that there
is no let-up nor no pause in their pop
ularity recently proven by the success
of THE Call of the Wild which is
certainly one of the better sort and
deserving of it's success. In fact 1t is
no eXaggeration to say that at present
Jack London is fad; not to read MIN
and like him is to argue yourself ut
terly lacking in literary discrim1na-
tion.
An amusing side of the race suicide
question, which, by the way. has been
rather done to death in pointless
articles, is contained in an article in
the Popular Science Monthly which
calls attention to the remarkably
small families in fiction. and suggests
the idea that authors do not desire to
father many imaginary children. The
writer believes that the fiction of the
times faithfully pictures the current
I thought of the day and argues from
this that large families are not desired
by moderns. All of which no one will
dispute.
Here are a few wise sayings from
",The Open Court" by Muriel STROBE:
1t is no stigma to wear rags; the dis
grace is in continuing to wear them
Say not that this or that came to
thwart you: it only came to test you.
The aeolan must be in your own
, breast else the winds are in vain.
j.. Wishing will bring things in the degree
that it incites you to go after them en- +o,
who plucks the fruit of his planting. but
his the divine amounting who watched
and waited and toiled and prayed-and
failed-and can yet be glad.
Henry G. McVicker, who has writ
ten half of the letters in the story "A
Parish of Two has been, if we mis-
take not, editor of Vogue, and is well
known in New York socially as well
as among literary folk. He writes
well, but there is such an effort at up
o-dateness-if we may be allowed to
coin an awkard but expressive word
THAT Tie ISdQSI Is oiIIuoSu do WCl cAo
trifie Disguised. In writing to his
ministerial friend he tells him he is
heartwhole and fancy free, has never
met the one woman, etc, and all the
time he is married and has family.
While the statement may be true-and
unfortunately sometimes iS-it is just
as we'll to leave it unsaid as it neither
edif1es nor entertains. When he does
meet her he acts as if his wife and
hill I1n,o nd H1yIn CHI
not run away with him, complains in
quite a melodramatic manner. 1t may
be said that Mr.. McVicker in this is
not only up to date, but ahead of the
times. There is quite a fad raging at
present for stories in the shape of let
tiers, but it is one which appeals to
women more than to men.
The death of Henley has brought
to mind some verses which he wrote
by which he. is Familiarity known. By
request they are printed here:
Out of the night that covers me.
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
l thank whatever gods there be
For my unconquerabIe SOUL
In the fell clutch of circumstances
have not WINGED or cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the yeaSr,
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
1t matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the
scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
1 am the captain of my SOUL
William Ernest Henley.
Died July II, 1903.
The Book Lover.
'Thompson's Progress-By c. ]. Cut
cliffe Hyne. The Masmillan COM
pany, publishers. For sale by StPaul
Book and Stationery company
Here is a book that will appeal to
the average masculine mind, for it tells
of live business man of the present
day, and is full of business deals in
terspersed with some fighting and a lit
tie love.
The story concerns Tom Thompson
who began life as Toms son, and was
sorely handicapped by being alone in
the world, save for his faithful dog
Clara, and with no capital but an ir-
resistible determination to succeed in
life. A friend teaches him to read
and from that time he rises without
hindrance.
Tom decides to marry, not taking