The Saint Paul globe., 1905-01-22

GG ~ ANTS and Festivals of the
Christian Church." by F.
W Pomeroy Brewster. recent
ly published by the Fred
erick A. Stokes company, is in reality a
sort of compendium of the lives of the
saints. For each day of the year is
given sketch Of the saint the memory
of whom the church celebrates. The
symbols which represent each saint are
also shown and a few Illustrations of
the most famous statues in foreign
churches. Mr.. Brewster has done his
work We'll. and aside from its value to
church people, the book is a most in
teresting one to the casual reader. 1t
proves the antiquity of the feasts and
celebrations of the Christian church,
and while the writer is an Episcopalian,
most of the saints belonged to what he
calls the undivided church." before the
time of the reformation. The book is
interesting and valuable.
The reader who enjoys the Seton
Thompson sort of thing will probably
like THE Book of Clever Beasts by
Myrtle Reed, published by G. P. Put
nam's Sons, and illustrated by Peter
Newell. Miss Reed is a Chicago young
woman who wrote most charmingly of
music, and it may not be too severe to
say that she would have done better
to stick to harmony as a field than
make an excursion into the animal
kingdom. The subtitle of this absurd
book is STUDIES in Unnatural His
tory" and it was evidently intended
to hit off the books which have al
ready been written upon the prefer
natural sense of animals and birds.
But the writer has gone further than
any of the unnatural historians which
have yet appeared and her beasts are
too clever. The story is told by Mr..
Johnson -Sitdown, who was obliged to
go into the woods for his health, ac-
companied by his faithful cat, Tom
Tom, (which had language all it's own,
consisting of the sign language in tail
f1ourishes. BY this means Tom was
enabled to convey the most startling
messages to his master, generally con-
sisting of warnings of the near ap-
proach of other animals with less cul-
ture and refinement. Never were there
such marvellous animals as are herein
described, the most knowing of which
was probably little Upsidaisi, a field
mouse, which took a great fancy to the
lonely man and cheered him with daily
visitations, ultimately killing itself be-
cause of his coldness. The reader who
fancies unnatural history may be
amused at the remarkable stories in
this book, but it is to be hoped that if
Miss Reed writes again she will go
back to her earlier and saner STYLE
In Emerson Hough's Law of the
Land" there is an amusing Interview
between two Southern men of the old
style about mint juleps and the man.
ner of their compounding. The young
er man needs no better credential than
recipe for the mixture for the drink.
This is the way he tells it:
In our family we used to have an old
silver mug-sort of plain mug. you know,
few flowers around the edge of it--been in
the family for years Now, you take
mug like that, and let it lie in the icebox
all the time, and when you take it out,
it's sort of got white frost all over it.
Now, my old daddy, he would take this
mug and put some fine ice into 1t, not too
fine. Then he'd take a little cut-loaf SUI
gar, in another glass, and he'd mash it up
In little water-not too much water
then he'd put that in over the ice. Then
till all the interStices of that ice were
filed plumb up; then he'd put some
mint
The colonel who has listened with in
tense interest, asks. almost with gasp,
whether the old man smashed the mint.
Smash it? ! should say not. sir Some
times, at certain seasons of the mint, he
might just sort of take a twist at The leaf,
TO sort of release a little of the flavor, you
know. You don't want'to be rough with
mint. you know. Just twist it gently be-
tween the thumb and finger. Then you
set it in nicely around the edge of the
glass. Sometimes Just little powder of
fine sugar around the top OF the mint
leaves, and then
But the visitor is suffered to say no
more; the colonel rises, takes off his hat
and Grayely welcomes him TO his house.
A detective story is almost always
ahsorbingly interesting, even though it
may not rank among the best. Anna
Katherine Green has written better
stories of its kind than this one, and
yet it is not likely that the reader will
put down THE Millionaire Baby until
she has been safely located. OF course
the teller of the story is an ambitious
young detective. with q mother to sup
port, and when we meet him on the
first page he has just read something
in the morning paper of peculiar in
terest.. 1t is an offer of $4,000 to the
man who restores the little six-yeal.-
old Gwendoline Ccumpaugh to her
mother alive and unhurt within one
week. The reason why the young de-
tectiye is so interested, aside from his
professional interest. is that, In some
way which does not come out until
later, he is In possession of a secret in
the life of Mrs. Ocumpaugh. So he
makes mp his mind TO go to work
quietly and leaves at once for the
country homo of the Ocumpaughs, on
the Hudson. Here he learns that on
the day before, when the mistress of
the mansion was giving musical, the
tie girl, rushed into the house and an
.ounced that Gwendolille had disap-
pearcd from the garden bungalow,
where she had been asleep on a.couch.
The governess had been sitting outside
aud yet had heard no footsteps. The
Rlariii WAS given at once and the sre.a-
xied mother declared the child il.iss
have run down to the river ard fallen