Daily Kennebec journal., 1908-08-24

Angel Esquire" the striking title
of a new mystery story by IN English
man. Edgar Wallace. He has been
soldier. and later newspaper cor
respondent. His ingenious tale has
To do with the adventures Of an in
experienced but rlucky girl. She
has to contend with three unscrupu-
lous criminals for the possession of
millions strangely bequeathed to one
of the four
The author of "Dimbie and |" and
Hazel of Heatherland." Mrs Mabel
Barncs-Grundy. has completed Il new
story, which the Baker & Taylor Com
pany will issue about Sept. l. with the
title, ''1lilary on Her own" Hilary
is q young English girl, who, rebelling
against the tyranny Of an economically
run home. goes to London to earn her
living. The book is given over to her
interesting and amusing adventures in
the metropolis.
Mark Pattison, the biographer, of
Milton, and the great reading man, of
oxford. Is generally understood to
have been the original "Casaubon" of
George Eliot's novel, "NTiddlemarch." :"
His wife was the brilliant woman who,
after short Widowhood became
Lady Dixie. and soon was obliged to
support her husband through a most
unsnvory scandal which ruined Il most
promising career in politics. Now,
Marx Pattison was not a "well ia
vored man. and this fact is what
gives point to an ancccote in the Con
f..lr t,,i,
centric oxford fellow married and took
college living. To the parsonage
one day came Pattison and West to
discuss some expenditure which the
cx-fcllow and his wife wished the col
lcge to undertake. Pattison sti1ly re-
fused, and just then the baby was
brought in and, being exhibited t"
Fattison, began to crv. The mother
took the child and dandlcd it, saying,
Poor little thing: was it frightened.
then, at the nasty. great ugly MANI"
SO the lady had her revenge.
The Enoll-News Monthly for August
rcproduccs cartoon from Punch for 1S,5.
in which II visitor to the British Museum
is shown All but crushed by the sight of
the letter A of the museum catalogue.
The flavor of the accompanying text Is
both Punchian and Of 1855:
All the things 4 faao.
And all the time and labor merely wasted.
1t has its entries and its indexes,
And one man with his time plays but the
fool
In pouring o'or it's pages. First the vol
Bulky and pondcrous in the portel's arms,
And then the heavy binding. with it's
edges
And greasy leather backs, letting 1t slide
{ (Sr1IlI31lV to the ground And then the
titles,
Mixed up like hodse-podge-herc book
of ballads.
Published by Beale of Roosey. Then a
ruarto
Full of strange types, and letter'd all in
Printed on vellum-ancient in type and
PAPER,
Crammine the authors reputation
Right down the students mouth And
then the law-boOk.
In pale brown calfSllin, with gross hum
bug lined.
With rules severe. and forms Of rigid
Full of strange laws and musty prece-
dents,
And 50 this forms a part. The volume
shifts
Like change to clown or slippered panta-
loon.
To suhiects-no one knoWs-frOm side to
size
The eye may roll-the topics are too
wide
To hc cmbraced-and the loud public
Turning again to childish treble. pipes
And whistles for its wants. Last scene of
AL,
That ends this strange, mysterious cat
IS perfect uselcssness and mere oblivion.
Sans hcad-sanS tail-in fact sans evely- |
thing