Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1908-12-05
NOTES

The success of the dramatization OF
Sir Gilbert Parker's Pierre and His
People" as "Pierre of the Plains" shows
that the memory of this authors early
t1umphs as the novelist OF the Cana
dian wilderness has not been lost in
the rich Egyptian glamour of "The
Weavers." 1t is worthy of remark
that Sir Gilbert is almost the only au-
thor of tho present day who has de-
yeloped from the exploiter of a particu-
lar section into Il novelist with ma
tional outlook.
ence between the "old'' and the new
Japan, is related by Frederick s..
Isham. author of THE Lady OF the
Mount" A certain charming young
woman from Ohio recently walked from
Yumato to Myanoshita; to her the
country appeared new and strange
drenmland She was filled with tho
spirit OF Hearn and Lott and noted
with delight shrlnes stone images and
little symbolical offerings here and
there. She observed, too. as she walk
cd her mystic way" numerous inscrip-
tlons in Japanese. They looked out at
her from amid delicate wild flowers;
peered up from the boulders of the soft
purling stream. She remembered how
the old school of Japanese We're prone
to indite verses and pin them to cherry
trees; to toss anonymous metrical Of
ferngs, as it We're at the feet of the
gods. Tho inscription in question
charmed her; 1t was quaint, artistic to
look upon; but, like Bluebeards wife.
she had her share of feminine curiosity,
and wished to know more. Accordingly
she stopped the first passerby. an ell
derby Japanese gentleman of courteous
and kindly mien.
Pardon ME, sir she asked, but
will you kindly inform me what that
inscription signifies? 1t is Il tribute to
goddess of mercy? Or a proptatory
offering to Sen Tue Of the thousand
hands? Is it a song of praisc-to TENN.
one of the Buddhist angels? Or
Madam" came the answer in excel
lent English, "it is merely an ADVERTISE
ment of Yokohama fudge"
j. ]. Bell in q letter written from
his literary corner in Craigendoran,
Scotland, reminds us what modesty
may lie in authors. "Ethel." a charm
ing story of Mr.. Bells was an injured
book in the fire that invaded the Har-
per hous this summer. and the author
wrote from Clyde cottage, II willingly
agree to your proposal regarding the
fre-damaged copies OF Ethel. hope,
naively adds Mr.. Bell. that nothing of
real value was damaged through the
fret" And this from an author whose
capture of the public was recognized as
complete with the unforgotten 1--WE
MacGreggor''
II don't know what it is that keeps
pulling me back to this country" said
a man in the garb of a lahorer, one
day. He stood down iii tile bow of the
steamer, his hands were in his pockets,
his throat was barred to the wind; his
blue eyes--sunken, but burning with
that fire that never dies in the eyes
Of one who loves naturo--wore gazing
up the pale-green narrow avenue name
up the pale-green narrow avenue
named Grecnville channel. cts some
thing that you can't exactly put into
words. You don't know that it's got
hold or you while you're up here. but
before you've been outside a month.
and at once you find it pulling a you
and after II begins, 1t never lets up.
You try to think what it is UP here
that you want so; what 1t is Keeps
begging at you to como back. Maybe
there amt darn soul up here you
care particular about! Maybe you amt
got an interest In n claim worth hens
teeth! Maybe you're broke and know
you'll have to work like a go-deVl
when you get here. 1t don't make any
difference It's Just Alaska 1t calls
sou and calls you and calls you. Fay
be YOU can't come. so you keep pre-
tending you don't hear-bnt. Lord. you
do hear! Maybe somebody shakes
hands as If he liked you--and there's
ln.s,t. .yt