The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-05-13
ndueted By martl,a Young

D000D00A~o0D~~~<A& tumble families over 50. Men are like sand in | spring--ohurned up one min ute to TO down the next. "Who has no dear little pet sin and hides the key. of the cupboaru7 We're all vir- tuous south and east that we may the better be vicious north and west"
 wfIA Justice. By Lloyd osbourne. The author of this collection of short stories, the first of which gives the book title consruous with the char acter of the rest. has already attracted marked attention as a writer of short stories and this volume will not de- tract from his reputation.
 The first tale Is chronicle of one Jack Wilson's life after he has married Samoan woman. An American sailor, heretofore he has knocked around the world. a slave of men on board ship. and to drink while on land No one cared whether he was gay or sad. From his ofiicers he received only curses, and on land his court Of mirth consisted of drink and abandoned women. Small, wonder then that the only innocent wo-i man he has met for years appeals to his better nature. so long dormant, and he resolves to make her his wife They are married by the native pastor. and then to make thu ceremony more bind- ingin Jacks eyes, they go across to) the American Consul In Apia and al second ceremony is performed by him. Jack in deaerting from his ship had to leave behind his chest and whatever money might be due him. but he still possesses his mothers wedding ring. and this he timid1y proffers as a mar riage fee. to be held until he can earn money. The Consul took the ring, and looked at 1t a moment. then slipped 1t on the wffe's finger. Seeing Jacks des- utute condition. he proffers s10 as wedding present, but some shreds of the ex-sailor's sturdy American inde- pendence remains in his soul and he declines the gift Then the Consul of- fers Jack drink, but Jack has turned hts back. for tho time being. at least, on his old habits, so that, too, Is de- ciined with thanks. Then the Consul. anxious to do something for these waifs. bethinks him of his new boat flag. and offers 1t. Wilson" he said flag. and 1t is now Mrs. Wilson's nag, for I've just made her as good an Amerl lean as the pair of us. Take 1t along with you and if you have children, bring them up to love and honor old Glory as we do. and teach them at your knee what 1t stands for-freedom, jus tice and equal rights for every man oOEu uHucF it. Anu IT tD6TS SHOutu ever be any trouble here--war, riot or any little unpieasantness--just hoist 1t above your house, and It's bright folds will protect you as though the whole United States Army lay in a mighty camp around you" Jack took the flag home with him. and It's folds foated proudly over the little hut hs and Fetugo called home.
 When Samoa was plunged into war because the English and Americans attempted to foist king of their own choosing on the unwilling natives. Jack rested secure. Was he not an Ameri- can7 And did not the old flag throw its protection over him and his wife? He awoke to find that war is no re- specter Of persons. and evidently not of flags. for they had burned his home, these British and American men. de- spite his claiming the protection of flag. Was there anything left then but to join with the natives? His own countrymen had called him renegade and damned beachcomber." fring his house. destroyiny his plantation and burning his boat. After the invaders had gone his wife crept to where he sat. stunned by his misfortunes. and handed him grimy rag. "He spread 1t out and saw that 1t was the consul's flag. the flag he had flown above his house with such confidence in Its pro- tection: the flag which, until then, he had always reverenced. Jack slowly tore 1t into pieces.
 Which way was justice? Can you blame him if fin his frenzy he became the renegade his countrymen had taunt- ed him with being. and joined forces with the Samoans in their struggle7 I think not, if you have pity for sor- row.
 There are other tales in the series Some as tragic as the first, others de- licious bits of comedy. All of them depicting fife and character of these far islands of the mid-Pacific. The auth pr. one must admit, is well fitted to de- scribe the country and the natives and he possesses the art of making the most trifiing incident interesting. The tales are spirited or pathetic. without being over-sensational. and are of the kind 10 be enjoyed by most people.
 The Count at Harvard. By Rupert sargent Holland. A subtitle gives this information: An Account of the Adventures of a Young Gentleman of Fashion at Harvard University" Even a young Gentleman of Fashion, what ever that may be. could hardly at liar ward have so inane a set of adven- lures as does this Count. The Count. however. is not a titled foreigner merely Il no count <AUleT1can.
 His much vaunted virtues and claims to patent of nobility are these: He speaks French. Is the not unusual accomplishment so rare at Harvard? He drinks often and much. He smokes incessantly He forgets himself and eats all the cake at teas to which he is invited. and clears the ilsh before the rest of the mess have put in fork He is fat, He is rich. He Is constantly trying to be funny.
 Here are some samples of what is set out as 1t were, labeled: Wit
 When you two start talking, feel exactly as though had no brain"
 But have you?'
 q saw a brain today but 1t was only cats brain. "
 How stupid"'
 It is stupid. and SO are many more pages of the same sort of stuff.
 Long ago 1t was discovered by some very wise man that Radcliffe maidens abhor an American. tolerate an Eng lishmau, but worship a Frenchman What they would do to an Italian. no one knows It. was suggested once that wa import Gabrielle D'Annunzio. but