The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1905-03-25
NEW hooks.
Adventures in the Isles Of Greece.

MIR. George Horton tells IN The Monks
Treasure" Che Bobbs Merrill Company,
Indianapolis) such a story as we should
cxpect from a poet and a scholar. An
elective humor is mixed in. He carries
Ne a 20 the Isles OF Greece and makes us
acquainted with PolyXene, a beautiful
soryant girl who turns out to Be Duchess.
Walter Lyingoe, the American hero Of the
tale. who was out buying up oil the crude
cream o tartar In Greece for a great bak-
ing powder concern In Chicago, came upon
her az she was washing clothes in a stream
near the sea in the Island Of Andres. She
bat the clothes loudly with a paddle, a.
the custom h there. We are not going to
tep lust how beautiful Polyxene was. but
.her little feet were az white as the foam
that caressed them and az pink as almond
blossoms, and sher throat was as pink
white as the inner surface Of q sea shell.
Nothing could be finer than Poly1ene carry
inc an amphora Of water on her shoulder.
The hero once said to her: Whenever
Won III water jug you become a statue by
phidias. when you wash clothes by the
eoa YOU are a nymph.' We are satisfied
after reading the story that this was not
an over statement.
To he sure she was engaged 20 Spiro,
the Mayors son, who was also a sponge
fisherman. Spiro overlooked with rage
wien he learned that she loved the amiable
Young American who had come 10 Greece
70 corner cream o. tartar. Spiro became
something Of a Tartar himself. He at
te.ked his rival with a knife, and Walter
was obliged to shoot on one Of his large
sinevy. sponge gathering fingers with a
revolver. There IL a very interesting
charter. entitled knife against Pistol, >
IN which this duel Is recorded. Spiro again
attacked Walter as the latter was letting
himself down by a rope from lofty window
n the monastery where the monks treasure
was hid
We should not have cared to make the
descent that Walter made on that OCCASION
II was night and a storm was raging. The
rope that Walter had was only half long
enough to reach to the rocky ground, 100
feet below. What to do7 Half way down
the wall he saw, by a fash OF lightning,
the end Of a beam projecting from the
masonry. He experimented. He found
that he could place a candle 30 that II would
burn through the rope, at the end where It
was made fast. in the course Of about
minute. He set the candle and went down
the rope to the beam in good time. The
candle did what was expected OF it. The
sparted rope fell free into Walters hands,
and he tied it to the beam and performed
; the rest OF the descent. As he reached the
ground Spiro and three Others knocked him
( eenseless and carried him of in a boat.
(. It pleases US TO be able to add that Walter 8
& - h. al nj
= scholar and sentimentalist. was concealed
in the boat. he liberated Walter staslthily,
and the two overwhelmed the mapping
enemy and marooned them on a small
, uninhabited isle Of Greece where they had
nothing TO eat but deyilfsh and sea urchin
for several days.
We have spoken Of the humor that IS a
distinguish ng and gratifying characteristic
Of the tale. Says the uncouth and ad-
: mirable Mckenzie, making reluctant and
tardy confession to Walter: in Heftamy-
loi in the Island OF Santorine there is young
woman who has not her equal upon earth
for a beauty. She is black browed, like
Theooritus's Amaryllis her eyes and her
hair are dark. the blood is like Cretan wine
in her checks. her lips are red as pome-
RTanates. and her teeth as white as cutie
bone. She is mischievous as a nymph,
so that sometimes think her TO be Nereid,
trying to drive me mad. But she loves me,
nan. am sure Of that, and she has a
heart as tender as an angel. She was grind
ing coffee when first saw her, and never
see a coffee mill that it does not call up
before my mind that sweet vision Of Are
thusa grinding coffee Probably Are
thusa was not really as beautiful as Polyxsne,
but Mckenzie moves Us, and We believe
that she was beautiful enough.
Arthur and Mckenzie had great battle
with the monks when they attempted to
I, carry Cd the treasure. The spigot was
Knocked out Of tln Of wine leo years old,
. and an ocean Of priceless liquor ran wasted
into the nav Of the senseless earth. FL
naly Spiro blew up the monastery and
the treasure was reclaimed for Polyxene,
to whom it really belonged, Inasmuch as
It fell to her, we are thrice glad to say that
II filed eleven bags,
An excellent story, romantic, eventful,
full Of color, with admirable humOr to soften
lit a. sake itistn more entertaining.
Sules Of various Kinds,