The Topeka state journal., 1905-09-09

marches, he has written several popular
light operas and one of them. Ell Capt.
tan, made a decided hit. But now he
has struck out on a new trail-he has
become an author and this week the
Babbs Merrill company brought out his
book ''Pipetown Sandy"
Sandy Coggles-Pipetown Sandy-is
the hero of this book, which is a story
of boy-life at Washington in the two or
three years following the great war of
the southern rebellion. Sandy and his
schoolmates and associates-Gilbert
Franklin. Dink Dabney. Tom Foley,
Curley Harris and Leander Daindridge
these make UP the list of the boys in
the story, of whom Gilbert is the scholar,
and according to Sandy, walking die
tionary;'' while, as for Sandy, he, ac-
cordine to Gilbert, sis Just Sandy, and
that's a heap. He can turn cartwheels
90 fast it will make you dizzy watching
him. Oh, say, there's nothing Sandy
can't do and you wouldn't know any
thing about it if you waited for him to
tell you. You must meet Sandy, and
am sure you will like him. Tell Dink
to have him come and see you"
Then there are Zorah Dabney ana
Lillian Gilbert the latter Girs sister;
and there are certain grown-up people;
.The Jedge'' Colonel Gilbert, Gils faith
er; Timothy Jebb, the grocer poet; Mrs.
Foley, a grass widow. whose husband
turns up to forbid her wedding Mr..
Jebb, who has wooed her and won her
after it has been legally proved that
Foley (who was a brute) was dead, just
as the ceremony was beginning IN the
church-but there was a sequel to this
love story, for the husband, having
shown himself a dreadful villain in alb
Quoting little Lillian Franklin, who is
rescued by Sandy and his companions
from the robbers hiding place some-
where on the east branch of the Poto-
mac-Well, the husband gets his proVl-
Dental reward drowned by the capsiz-
ing Of his boat) and leaves the coast
clear for Mr.. Jebb.
In the volume there are 1.-The Feast
of the Monkeys" 1.-The Story Of the
Queen of the Gypsies," which is a de-
lightful fairy tale. and Sandy VlvidIy
describes, in when the Army Came
Home the two great reviews of our
returning soldiers at the end Of the war.
including the running away OF Clusters
horse on Pennsylvania avenue. There
are tragic as we'll as comic elements
IN Mr.. Sousa's book, and it strongly ap-
peals to one reader who was familiar
with Washington city at the time TO
which the story refers, when 1t was yet
There are few better pictures Of real
boy-llfe than this volume gives.
Here are a few verses from Helen
Hay Whitney's new book:
As pale child, hemmed in by windy rain,
Patiently turns to touch his well-known
Playing as children play whc make no
Yet happy in way; then sighs again,
To watch the world across the storm-dim
And Sees with wistful eyes glad girls
Who romp beneath TIE rains unlicensed
And feels wild longings sweep his gentle
brain.
So I, contented with my flowers for stars.
Stroll in my fair, walled garden happily,
m pla hri md
I hear iife's cry ring down the silent
street,
And press my face against the sunlit bars
To watch the joyous spirits who are free.
psychological condition difficult to ex-
press is packed into The Forgiveness"
Your false eyes closed forever to the
Your false smile stilled upon my aching
If I might know that nevernnore your head,
Cruelty fair. could lie upon the bed
Free from your living thought-ah! If I
Then could my desolate soul be conforted.
For this is worst of all the woes you
My heart may not forgive. The tired
And leave the great love weeping for a
scoTned and unburied, meath the open
sky.
could not love you less. to see you so.
Loving you more, I might forgive-and
ole.
written ''Eadem Semper'' which is the
companion sonnet to the last one:
How shall I hold you? BY a scinnitar
Of flashing wit suspended DER your head,
Lure YOU to Lethe? Shall stand tRd fsG afar.
Pale and remote and distant as a star,
Challenging love? Or by a scarlet thread
Jealousy's wiles, beguile by scorn and
Wounding the heart love with hateful
scar.
Nay, car take no action. play no play;
All my, wit falters when I hear you
An my wise guile with which your
Vanishes as the sun of yesterday.
can but iay my cheek against your
Love me or leave me. can only love.
After Rain. has a last line that Alice
Meynell hersejf might well envy.
The country road at lonely close of day
Rests far while from tfe long stress of
Dripping and bowed. the green walls of
sa Esest sxID3. mo gglstening light no eolors
As though the weeping had not eased
The Autumn is not yet, and all in vain
Seems Summers life-a blossom cast
shade
The rain shll drips and s.irs each fret
ting leaf =
10 soft insistence of its little grief,
The hopeless calm all thought of life
But harki out through the silence. un-
afraid, III
robin ripples to the chilly skies.
LAS the prig is bent. so is tbe eras,,
inclined" snapped the tiger-spider in
Robert w. Chambers Juvenile book, en-
titled Forest Land which d Annie
ton q Company publish on the 18th of
TINS month. Later there is a contro-