The daily morning journal and courier., 1906-12-08

Regrets Rupert HugneS in Mrs. Trenwith Comes Home" Reginald Wright Kauffman's story, Tn the Dark" and Katherine Holland Browns Christmas story. The Kid mapped Angel are all readable. Other articles are by Ethel sigsbee Small, Leo Crane, William Hamilton Osborne, and Mary Buell. Wood.
 A handsomely Illustrated holiday book and one of permanent value is Through the Gates of the Nether- lands by Mary E. Waller, the gifted author of "The Wood Carver of Lynn pus," "A Daughter of the Rich" etc. It is published by Little, Brown and Company, Boston, with twenty-four photogravure plates after Lalanne and others by A. Montferrand, cloth, gilt top, in box $300 net. The illustrations include pictures of the great Tower of Leenwarden, the East Gate of Delft, the Port of Hoorn, the Ancient Water Gate at Ameersfoort, &c. Life in Hol- land the habits and customs of its, peo- pie, their true inwardness and spirit are cleyerly and keenly depicted, mak ing the book one of surpassing interest. The heroine of the story and her hus- band, Boston architect, are taking few months vacation in Holland, and what they saw and heard there, and their experiences, are given in fasci- mating way. Perhaps the most strik- ing feature of Dutch life, as Miss Wal Ter saw it, was the sober decorum of the people, the utter lack of noise, of laughter, of enthusiasm. Even the dogs were barkless. And every wo- man, high and low, had a pet dog at her heels. Scenes at the opera and in the cafes are pictured, and Miss Wal ler's conclusion is: "The men and wo- men take their material pleasures, as 1t seemed to me, with kind of desperate | sobriety."
 Of the pictures of the quaint old cit les of the Zuyder Zee, there is no space to speak. All Europe can offer nothing stranger or more alluring than these and Miss Waller has the keenest sym pathy for their charm Mention should be made of the very graphic account of the terrible storm and flood that oc- cured when the author was at Schev- eningen, which broke down the dykes, flooded hundreds of thousands of acres of the richest arable land, and brought awful desolation in It's track
 1 The authors pictures of Holland are excellent. Even royalty could not stir the pulse of these phlegmatic Dutch men, loyal as they are. Once James and Persis took their stand in the square opposite the palace, which is the winter residence of the queen. It was on the day when she was expected in from her country place.
 Tt was a silent crowd that little by little gathered with usl There was no chat, no jest. no greeting, no fussing about no blowing on cold fingers, for the day was chilly; no stamping of feet for warmth-nothing but dead si- lence." Finally a modest carriage drove up with a foOtman and coach- man.
 "The queen and her consort had come and heads were barred with much the same gesture as at obsequles; but not word, not a cheer, not one wave of a handkerchief, except my own There was a bow without a smile from the occupants of the carriage, and the pal ace doors closed behind the royal pair. The Dutch put on their hats and still stood-from the force of Inertia. An Englishwoman who stood beside me during the long walt turned to me and said: If that had been our king we should have yelled, Did you ever see the like?' And I answered truthfully that I never had. Now, every one knows the loyalty of the Dutch to theh | queen and their love for her, but no onC would ever have suspected 1t from thal chilly reception I was told afterward that the queen dislikes any demonstra- tion on the part of her people. Speak. ing as an extremely private individual who does not pretend to eriticise royal. ty of any kind, it would seem more pol itic at least to encourage a little heal of enthusiasm among the Dutch i There is little enough in the whole lant the climate, heredity and history fol the last three hundred years are against 1t; but, oh! if she could bu know how a good, hearty, ringing chee would have warmed her heart on tha' \ chilly day when she came back to the capital in which she dislikes to dwelln
 As a specimen of the authors "word painting" take this excellent sketch of the famous Port of Hoorn Picture a spacious haven, and beyond it a narrow port of entry, irregular in form. filled, not only with small sail ing craft of every kind, but, to all appearances, with houses, trees draw bridges, warehouses, country carts fish nets, rigging, fish creels, piles of cheese and quintals of fish-the whole watched over by an indelscribaable Tower, the principals Gate of Hoorn
 that nearly vets it's foot in the waters of the haven.
 This chief Tower-Gate is all unex- pected gables, and tiny unintentiona' dormer windows breaking out in the most surprising spots on the steer
 eabled roofs. The structure is round ed behind like the apse of a cathedral
 and flat before like the rigid Bargellc
 in Florence. but shows everywhere a
 horescence of lovely cornice windows
 and sculpture. It is a tower that at every angle of view presents a differ
 ent race. It is topped by an exquisite
 and audaciously aspiring steeple which is the proud possessor of a clock tower, belfry, lookout, and far aloft 8
 weathervane ship. Add to these de-
 tails of construction coloring at once rich. subdued and harmonious, the dig