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 | On the Field of Glory, by Henry K.l Sienkiewicz Translated from the l Polish by Jeremiah Cartin. This IS masterpiece by a masters hand It IS as refreshing to the reader as the l shadow of a great rock in weary | land" to come upon book like this. | It is as strong as the mighty uplfIt oI great oak monarch of the forest | It's love making is as tender as the | rosy new leaf buds on the bough. The | lat n pnland. and the ne- riod is the reign of the famous King 1 John Sobieski, just before the Turkish { invasion in 1882 to 1883 Sienkeiw1cz has woven a wonderful romance so1 great briliiancy and strong character l drawing, and in no book has the au- l'thor of "Quo Vadis' displayed his dis
 tinguished genius more strlkingly. This is d charming, tender, and pas sienate love story of remarkable lh- tensity.
 TAe characters of that far distant | day are alive for us today, full Of wig | or. passion, tenderness, lust for battle, ardor, joy as any we pass on the way at this hour.
 Pan Gideon Pongonski is the typical
 aristocrat of all time He reverenees | but one name and family more than his own that is the dead and gone house of the Sieniski. whose grandeaur made that of the king Sobieski him self whose only remaining blossom 1 is .Panna Anulka, his ward.
 | Living in barbaric grandeur hlmselt he despises both the simplicity of oth- CT households and the greater luxuries of the wealthicr and newer nobles. The good Pan Serafn Tsyprianovitch's vis- | 1t he will not return for Pan Serafin, | Armenian and of family noble only l three generations." The four brothers l Bukoyemskis who, claim, kinship with st. Peter; fare little better in winning Pan Gideon's regard in way of anees- | try: Saint Peter was a great apostle but there is not much in this kin ship to boast of--no, he was merely a nsherman. If you speak of Joseph, who came from King David--well, you
 may talk to me"
 When his old kinsman Pan Groltius, | the sIavosta, suggests his marriage, with his ward. Panna Anulka, his first thought is of her splendid ancestry, and Pan Gideon Pangoneskis brain
 whirIs at tho thought that not only | he but the commonwealth was con cerned in Pangovski's of that kind" This chance suggestion from Pan | Grolthius makes of old Pan Goldeon a | very lion in the way of Anulka and
 Fatsek Tachevskfs childish love for each other.
 I Yatsek the near neighbor with the eye of a woman and the heart that never knew fear But Yatseks last horse has died under him as he- rode to save Anulxa from the wolves ' at
 sek is fiercely poor. Yatsek is last
 of his race, a noble race whose deeds 1 of powers are wrapped almost in the units of the legend. so strange were those deeds of house that pore III its prime giants for war.
 It is Stanislaus. son of Good Fan Tsyprianvitch, and the four Bukoyne- skis who have saved Anulka from the wolves and all instantly fall in love with her..
 The Bukoyenskis, big clowns and good fellows, quarrel over her (and l she absent, sleeping softly somewhere in .ne women's apartments) like dogs l over a bone. Then they weep upon one aonther and give her to their lfriend idol and perpetual host, young Stanislaus Tsypuariovitch.
 But she is not yours to give cries Stanislaus, whereupon all ask: Shall she be for Yatsek Tachevski with his gentle eyes of a women? Never they cry. .,.,- and challenge Yatsek. Yatsek an
 gered draws in Stanislaus and chal- lenges him. .-r.
 Father Voynovski has been Yatsek's futor in more than letters, few were the letters that day of wars. Yatsek has learned all she skill and glory of sword play from tle old soldier priest. w ith many admonitions since his cause was just to remember "a feint under | inc arm with a side spring, the other with a whirl through the cheek" to
 remember his ancestors the Knights of Tachevo,
 1 Yatsek remembered and five wounded | knights surrendered to generous and unscathed hero. Aunelka, proud of her l lover vet affects a fierce anger at the victorious Yatsek, who wounded now
 to the quick by her unkindness deter l mines at once to tear himself away
 from the love that has heretofore been
 ali his life and ambition and seek his
 fortune in the world, and in war.
 For this utmost need Father Voy-
 novski brings forth the gold pieces, few
 and small, that Yatsek's dying mother
 gave aim to guard for her son. Alas
 for equipment Yatsek must sell his an