Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1908-07-20
CONGRATULATIONS

! The japanese Ambassador, repre-
senting his Emperor, has conferred
upon Dr. William Elliott Griffis, of
4! Cornell University, the Order of the
Rising Sun DR.. Griffs is the author of
| The Mikado's Empire and other
authoritative works on the Japanese
people and on Japan, where he lived
for several years. He is also an
authority. on the Dutch nation, and
only recently completed an account OF
the Inauguration and reign Of Will
helmina, which has been included IN
the revision, under his editorshlp, OF
| the Harpers Motley's Dutch Nation
The emblem of the Sun is a large ruby
set in gold and enamel, and 1t is ac-
companied by an official diploma. DR.
I Griffi's notification of the intended
honor was made through one of the
former peace representatives at the
Portsmouth conference, Baron
| komura.
Majorie Bowen, or Gabrielle We're
| Campbell to give her her real name
author of "The Viper of Milan whose
| latest book, "The Sword Decides mas
lust been published by the Mcclure
|
don nearly all her life. is not metro
politan born and bred but native OF
Hayling Island in Hampshire, one of
the most beautiful spots on the south
coast of England. At an early age she
| showed a remarkable aptitude for
| painting and began to look upon art as
her profession. Writing was more or
| less a secondary matter-a pleasant
| ,.-l,i hnI
in the evering-but now, of course,
| the tables are reversed. Miss Bowen
| is one of those people who love
quiet life She lives with her mother
aud one sister and most of her work
| is done during the morning. Every
| day she writes at beast five hundred
words, often considerable more One of
| Miss Bowcn's American admirers is
Mark Twain, and so keen was the in
tercst ne took in her first novel that
| the author rcciprocated by dedicatnS
| 1.-The Master of Stairs" to the eminent
| humoriSt
| The tyranny of the novel" as it has
possessed the public has induced crit
| les To set down in analytic form what
| makes novel; and what principles
| SilCnd be observed in writing it. The
| Tecnique of the Novel, the latest work
| to be inspired by this aim, was writ
| ten by Charles +. Horne, instructor in
| English in the college of the City of
| New York. DR.. Horne is himself
| writer of short stories. including the
| hiShWayman tales of '"The Moonman,"
which received a special prize in a
| short -story contest few years ago. is
a writer of verse, and has also been
| identified with the work of editing.
Frederick Moore, the author of 'Thc
| Passing of Morocco" is living in Lon
don. where he was married lately to a
young Englishwoman. Mr.. Moore's
homo was formerly in New Orleans,
| but his duties as war CORRESPONDENT
have taken him to all parts Of the
| world.
Maurice Barring. the author of "The
| Gray Stocking" is the brother of Lord
| Revelstoke and a member of a remark
able family. He is man of fine lin
guistic accomplishments and was first
recognized by the public when he
wrote his book about the Russo-Japan-
csc war. Mr.. Baring's advent among
the playWriShts is a notable event.
and his scheme to give transcript
| rather than selection of real life as
passed in country house is an inter-
| esting departure.
Josephine Daskam Bacon, the famous
Short-story writer, has a young broth
er, Il. j. Daskam. who has Just "brok-
en- INTO the writing game His first
story Will appear in the August Amer
| lean Magazine
The species of Inconsistencies which
affiicts the average New Yorker after
a spell OF absence from the vicinity of
the white lights, the clamor and the
rush of the Metropolis, is of pscu
liar brand. None nut New Yorker
can know the sensation and none but
ne can sympathiZe with the hero of
Arthur Stringer's new adventure story.
The Under Groove" CThe Mcclure
Company. when the Call of the
City sounded strong within him. He
voices the longing thus:
| | wanted to go East T began tn
get homesick and peevish for New
York. ] wanted to sniff the familiar
old ferry smell, to hear the rush and
| gutter of water in the narrowing Sins
where the piling yields and shudders
against the humping paddle-boxes. to
eaten the metallic and familiar tink-a-
INK of pawl-and-ratchets as the land
lng-hoats lower to crowded deck-lips
ached for sight of that old crust
thrower of town, where it's sky
scraper teeth bit up into the morn
ing smoke, and it seemed to whisper.
with one eye winketl: Feed me. or Til
feed fOJ fyfip' p ftlH ~ cha - l,,,rt,
tasa shake behfad fiTs 'siy old Tags. I