The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1907-11-10
EMERALD AND ERMtNB, By the

CNllJlthIIL AND JItGhiN ~, by tne au-
thor or 'rl,e Martyrdpnr OF nn En-.
PRESS From Harper Il f,ros OF
New York through the Bell Book
and Stationery CO.. Of Richmond. ZIP.
32O. $50.
In her foreword the author. over the
initials "Nl. NJ" writes In verse the cx \
PLANTATION OF her book title thus:
"Emarald and E;rminc--this tho jewel
be,
and that the die, whcrewiN my pagc
(, .ia scaled,
For Emerald is the gem OF Brittany,
1crmire the tlneturc Of her stainless
sliieldst
Her seas are Emerald and tile hue i'm
Bright Hope upilrtcd like her granite
shore;
Ermine liz Purity with maiden eyes.
And manlike Honor. MOTTO BIO o'erbore.
The ~ DRY is vibrant with an intense
love OF everything Breton. from the
eternal freshness of ts ifnnlenorial
giadcs, its flowing sorse ana byzantine.
It's fortress castles, it's gardens with
their ancient Jessar,incs. ivles and box
Z nSAres; It's Impoverished and widely
scattered nobility. It's peasantry, true
sons of the soil. ana its forest folk.
cterishing jealously all the supersti-
tions and weird traditions that belong
to the Celtic race by right 1f9 the In
herltance. u Tine ronlnnce OF thes book
concerns itself with Mndameila Ouch
esse de Lauypok. n young Breton widow.
beautiful. inbued with intense love OF
Brittany and its mysterious furests,
who resists tho Vaccinations of Tam
de Lauveok. seeking to provide him
self with estates by cntrapping her
into wetllock Iii the end. she finds
herself free of his power and bestows
her hand and heart ON the man of her
choice.
The description given OF, the evil at
lteinpts of#KaIDunnck In preying upon
tetiie superstittons OF the peas.iit folk
on the de I4auyeok estate, iiis inroca-
ittion at tho tomb of Duke FTugduaid's
monument, and his answer rttirg In the
booming bell of st. Sezny, enbody one
OF tire weirdest legends OF the many
referred to in the book. AS n picture
of high and low class Breton life. and
in the descriptions drawn Of iArgont,
81 cr" the wooded hill country In the In
terror of Finistcrrc, as opposed to
Armorica. the author has accomplished
much exceptionally fine work that can
not fail to render het. novel most in
terestins to her. readers. A strikinRly
attractive feature Will be fonnd In the
illustrations, that are water color draw
ings done by the writer. the frontis-
piece displaying tho back OF the print
tive house inhabited by the wizard Kali
onnnek. between whom and the hermit
OF the book the strife for the supremacy
of good over evil ends In the tragic
death OF Kalounnck.
THE CONVERT. BY Elizabeth Robins
The Macmillan Co, OF New York.
publishers PIP 304. s1.50.
n remarkable woman, who has had
the couragctt 10 go further and do more
than most women, has here written a
remarkable book. From the broad
sweep OF her vision and personal knowI-
edge. she has put before for reader
the beauty, the case and the luxury
enjoyed by hiSh-class English women.
those 10 whom the best things In life
are easily accessible. by right OF In
lerftance and association.
Then she has drawn tie reverse side
of t..e D4etur.. she has shown the hard
ships and temptations that assail the
women oppressed by poverty and made
desperate by unhappiness and the lack
of employment, or who are betrayed
into error by the weakness. and vanity
of thcir natures.
In exemplifying all she says and
says SO strongly. in behalf of the bet
ternlant of social conditions for wo-
men, she uses, pre-eminently. two wo-
men and man to illustrate her ideas.
Eotii women are splendidly drawn. TO
the one knowledge has come through
suffering; to the other, through love
The render closes the book without
being able to decide which of the two
Is the nobler she who commands re-
spect through remuneration. or size to
whom 1t is naturally due.
The woman who has looked pain in
the face and conquered it says. as she
passes out of the lives OF the other two,
whom she leaves 10 happinesstand to
love: 7ta5
8 I'm no longer simply a woman who
has stumbled on the way. I'm.one who
has got up bruised. and bleeding. wiped
tie dust from her hands and the tears
from her face and said to, herself not
merely. here's one luckless woman! but
here is a Stone of stumbling to many.
Let's see II it can't be moved out of
other women's way. And she calls peo-
pip TO come and help. No mortal man,