The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-11-11
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The Wood Fire in Nc. 3.--Hopkiuson Smith at his best. The true Christmas ring and flavor is in the pages. It IS all about good hearts and fine trust m humanity. A peace and good Will pooh from cover to cover.
 The Wood Fire burns in No. for 2 group Of artists, architects, an lrish Journalist and an errant millionaire who gather about the blaEes In MT.
 They can be met any Vanishing Day in New York, their works praise them in the gates of every exhibition Tn the Borough of Manhattan, also they nave aIl slaved at the Salon across, and they have sketched and painted all over. Who does not recognize Mac' wheiter, and Boggs of rotund puiid and woodward the art teas and Lonne- eorl. denizen of Murray Hill; Ptikin whose father has acres west and doesn' disown an artist son; Jack Sterling m the new English Macintosh, and the rest. Those who don't know Murphy the Irish journalist all want to. So there you are, as Mir. Jamess pook people forever say at reaching ch- max.
 eharminr whole. MacWheiter, the host, the priest of the wood hre, the dispenser of tobacco from the yellow far. and beer from the keg of special brew" wreathed with snilax in remem- brance Of Munich, Is the hero.
 The heroine Hitting through like 2 will-o' the wisp. or flash of red rose petal, or faint flying odor of it's altar Is the nameless girl in steamer chaii with red roses in her lap.
 The story of the Lost Opal is one nf Macs best Mir. Smith himself hints that it's climax may be somethine of a warmed over. club chestnut, but 1t makes a delecalatree hit. Bully story, Mac---one of your best. Heard something like that before. Heard Il in two or three ways--as peach in Bishops pocket; as a snun-oox in an
 The a~Gentle Art of Dining" Is q uainty laudation of appetising dishes the sausage and buckwheat cake oi the fame, the pork and beans of youth commons. DeRuyter's big cigar witf Holland coat of arms on the wrapper Long Island Blue Fish and Fulton mar ket steak rarely. done with five raw clans apiece to give the Stone Mug Club an appetite.
 But Lonnegan of immense and i'm maculate wardrobe, feasts at country houses on terrapin and canvas-,ba back which the artists describe to the Dutct painter.
 "A teEfApfus van DI uhlt IhtChH uPtSe Boggs, lis a hide-bound little beas' that sleeps in the mud is so ugly as the devil, and can bite a ten-penny mai In two with his teeth when he's awake When he is boiled and picked clean and served with Madeira, he is the most toothsome compound known tt cookery"
 correctly described. Boggs-com. pound Is good" said Lonnegan. ''Tht up-to-date, modern millionaire terra pin. Mir. Van Brunt, is a reptile com pounded of glue, chickenbones, chop ped calf's head and old India rubber shoes. When ready for use it tastes like flour paste served in hot flannel
 And the canvas-backT continued Van Brunt, laughing. Tt is a duck, Il It notr' occasionally a duck---bu seldom a canvas-back."
 And they live in the marshes. hear and feed on the wild celery-do the! not?" No; they live in a cold storage six months in the year. and feed or Sawdust and ice"
 Jack sterling's dinner dear to memo ry was "on a balcony overlooking St Cloud--all Paris summing in a goldei haze There were violets, and pair O long gray gloves on the white cloth and a wide-brimmed hat covered witt roses. shading a pair of brown eyes T pint of Chablis, sole la Maguerey. som deviled mushrooms and fruit salad but the perfume of the violets-just on of the memories. But 1t comes iron wet violets. mark you, not from fry pans. cold bottles. or hot fish
 So memory, too, spreads feasts Christmas tide, feasts whose recipes ar found in no cooking book, but to tn kaste arnbrosial.