Los Angeles herald., 1909-12-18

out of them. Now more and more
we're going to be experimental ABOUT
| them"
| Who were the saints? A startling
| an audacious, once almost punlsh-
| able, question; but when asked OF the
| laity today ii is likely to be answered
with a Multiplying smile or lrdnh l.,1f
| admission of ignorance. Yet, happlly:
| the words "saintliness" and sanity
can never be dispensed with IN our
common daily language. And VINO
were the saints?
They were men and women OF nesn
and blood, who, without CELESTIAL aura
| and crown, once trod this dusty eartn.
/ like ourselves. with real results. II
we allow ourselves to be led back Dy
the hand of history, sacred or secular
| whichever we prefer, to examine the
work accomplished by these men anu
women--now called saints-we shall pe
surprised. In our age, so worshlptul
| of the material and the visible, we
shall respectfully recognize thelr use
fulness and their joyous ACTIVITY IN
! every sphere of life. Even in earthly
affairs they created and .bequeatheo
to us the best that we have and know.
II was not the church that naae
the saints, but the saints; Il w.. w.
real sense, who made the churcll.
During the first centuries, after CHRIST
and his apostles had vanished from
| earth it was individual men and Wo-
men. living in deserts, in cells ann
caves, that guarded the new reVela-
tion, 1t was they who kept the spirit
nal lamp burning, upheld the new
standards of life and plaZeu 'he way
| for modern civilization 49,.
c,hristianity has always been the
religion of the Individual ana ~, lla
mower from the very oeglnnllS Iay
in it's appeal to personality. II was was
| individuals who first Warnheu heell ~, -
into Christian terVor. AN tlodieS was
church, like all corporate podles, Mae
gradually formed by these separate
6articIes coming together-From inc
Saints" !" by Eleonora Kinnicutt in the
December (Christmas) Scrlpner'
The Christmas number Of Scrlbner
| Magazine contains a wealth OF pictures
many of them in color, speclai Chrlst- C
mas frontispiece and colored coVei'
seven short stories nllea win ~
! Christmas spirit and articles on SUD
iects of wide general interest WIN
poems of unusual beauty.
| Rut with all these special Christmas
features the main interest OF the NUM-
her Is in Theodore RooseVelts thlrd ar
! ticle on his African experiences. rms
one is entitled ION Safarl. Rhihos anu
/
shows the remarkable care which MT
roosevelt has put on it's literary finish
| In this article there are descr'pti ms Oh
| the expedition on the march, OF moon
light tramp across the wild country
after a dead rhlno, of stalking a g'r-
! affe. which are as romantlcally pct
uresque as anything in professed BOOKS
of adventure. IT., H.. :.
none of the parade of artificial clever
ness about it. That is why these ar
| ticles have increased their audience
! from month to month. 1t is one or the
most fascinating serials now IN prog
ress. -. j.
unpublished poem by Robert Louis
stevenson, addressed to II. c. Bunner
| IT is interesting to speculate just how
much is photographs in Martin
! Eden" the new novel by Jack London
which the Macmillan company pub
fishes. Certainly it is even more than
usually apparent in this book that Mr'
London is writing OF what ne KNOWS
thoroughly The scene is laid almost
wholly in San Francisco, but in TINS
story local color plays comparatively
small part 1t is the central figure,
Martin Eden, and his career which
make us think that Mr. London IS
| drawing largely out or the stores OF ms
own exDerience A common sailor by
training. the inspiration of great love
drives Eden forward until fame and
wealth are in his hands. In the course
of the upward struggle there are album
dant opportunities for those striking
virile descrSptions of scenes and men
and women which have earned Mr..
London such distinction.
Martin Eden. By Jack London. New
York: The Macmillan company.
Booth Tarkingtons turn to play
writing, which has been deprivation
to numerous readers who cannot find
in any other writer the quality they
like in Mr.. Harrington, is to be offset
by a piece of Christmas fiction from
him which the Harpers will publish
this month under the title "Beasley's
Christmas Party" The writer of
l"Monsieur Beaucaire" has been so per-