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light of madness in them. But she can't
live month" he cried. She's alone. I'M
| armed. She has no food; no shelter but
those bare huts.''
1.-The Walrus people doubtless left some
stores there. If she could find them,''
said Capt. Warner. But. still. what you
say is perfectly true. She can hardly
hope to keep alive a week"
Then" said Tom. in dull passionate
rebellion-"then. in some way or other,
we must go back to her. If you won t
golf you won't take the Aurora back.
| I'll take one of the little boats and go
myself
IF you want to commit suicide" said
Capt. Warner, you could do it less pain
fully with a revolver. The small boat
would not live thirty seconds after we
put her over the side. You know that. If
| you are not mad AS for the Aurora her
| self, IL she had not been built the way
| she is, she would have been crushed hours
| ago. And If l were to lower the propel-
Ter and start the engines, they would
| simply twist the screw off of her before
she had gone ships length. and leave
us helpless in the event Of our ever find
| ing open water. We may never live to
| find it, but there's a chance that we will.
There are more than thirty lives that /
| am responsible for aboard this yacht, and
| I mean to live up to that responsibility
| If we ever do find open water, then I'll
do whatever you say 1 will take you to
| Point Barrow and the yacht can winter
there. Then when the pack is solid. if
you can find dogs and sledges. you can
attempt the journey across the ice.
don't believe it can be done: l don't be
| lieve there is a chance in a hundred that
any single member Of the party that
set out would live to reach that shore.
That, however. is not my affair.
"Or, if you wish, we can take the
yacht back to San Francisco. refit her
! and come back next summer. l think
| that with OR knowledge of the currents
and where the open water is. we might
get to Fielding bay by the first of July.
| Then we can find-whatever there Is to
| find
His own voice faltered there. and there
were tears in the deep weather-beaten
burrows Of his cheeks. GOD knows" he
chance I would take 1t, but there is
| none-none in the world, not unless we
could fly through the air.
1t was only an hour since they had
ascertained beyond the shadow of a
doubt, that Jeanne was not aboard the
! seriousness. the others had entertained
| little doubt that she was safely hidden
somewhere about the ship.
| They had had a grim night of it, as
the condition Of the Aurora s decks. when
the dawn first frightened them. testified.
When the two parties. which had been
reunited by Cayleys efforts. had reached
the shore on the previous evening. the
yacht was still invisible in the fog, and
though this they did not know-the Wal
rus people were already in possession of
1t. Tom was lying unconscious at the foot
OF the companionway where Roscoe had
left him, and Jeanne. oblivious to every
thing in the world, except the narrative
she was reading in her fathers journal,
was in the abandoned hut on the shore.
| That the Aurora's people were not sur
prised by what amounted to an ambush
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knowingly made. The action is inter
esting. it's love episode an idyl of the
circus. AS a whole. the story is more
convincing than its basic theory of
thought. More than once the latter
is wavering. fugitive. even timid. And
the new Christ. too. composite of Bible
story, Kennedy's The Servant in the
agination. is shadowy in outline. dim
in personality, colorless rather than
mystic.
THE FIR AND THE PALM. BY Olive
NJ. Briggs. New York: Charles Scrib-
ner's Sons. Washington: Woodward
& Lothrop.
ION the northern heights a Fir tree grows
Alone in the midst of eternal SHOWS.
His head is bowed. his head is bowed:
And his branches are wrapped in icy shroud.
He dreams of a Palm in distant lands.
Alone in the midst Of the burning sands.
She droops her leaves she droops her leaves,
She thinks OF the Fir. and 'she grieves. she
In a bewitchingly improbable story
the kind that every one hugs secretly
to his heart of wonder-belief, since so
few. in fact. outlive their Cinderella days
-Heine's little love plant takes form.
The roles of Fir and Palm are played
respectively by New England man and
a beautiful Italian He. to all appear
anceS, Is a mere machine or the steel ana
automatic type, surgeon Of high power
and place. She is a bewildering circus
girl who disports herself in huge cage
of lions in a way fit to make any one
lose his heart-even a mechanical heart
she, meanwhile, in imminent danger of
losing her head, as did her dainty mother
before her That mauling of the mother.
-Rocca. to death by big. mad
lion brought to pass this Fir and Palm
sequence The surgeon. called the friend
less mothers legacy to him of the little
daughter. and the girls witchery, ulti-
mately dig the Fir right up by the roots
and send it in hurricane sweep across
the world in pursuit of the plumy. ca
PRECIOUS fight of the Palm. 1t is charm
ingly and dramatically told, this dainty,
impossible story. 1t swings from Fir
to Palm. from ice to fire. from shade
to sun. in ready fight. One second 1t
is redolent of the ring. the next it reeks
with hospital smells. In Italy it is sun
NY. odorous. lovely. Della-Rocca's diary.
the mothers life story. is poetic and
touching. One is to be pitied if he can
not believe fully so dear and delightful
a bit of improbability.
THE SILENT CALL. A Story Of the
Squaw Mans Son. BY Edwin Mil
ton Royle. author of 1.-The Squaw
Man." etc. New York: Charles Scrib-
ners Sons. Washington: Woodward
& Lothrop.
The bondage Of the individual to the
race is fact. so big. SO true, so album
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and beaten off on their return to the
ship had been due to two causes, one
of which they did not, even yet. suspect.
Cayleys warning. together with the
confession of the Portuguese. Miguel. had
caused them to steal alongside the Aurora
as silently as possible. Not word had
been spoken by any Of the party. and
the sound of the rising wind had drown
ed the creak of their oars. Half dozen
we'll armed men had stolen aboard over
the bows to reconnoiter.
Making out the unfamiliar figures OF
| the Walrus people on deck. and knowing
that they had a fight on their hands
they had worked their way. unobserved
to a position amidships. Here. under
cover of brisk revolver fire, they had
made it possible for the rest of their
party to get aboard.
The Walrus people. several of whom
| were below. came tumbling up on deck
| at the sound of firing, and their whole
party entrenched itself in the after-dech
house They had found arms of various
sorts aboard the Aurora. and made q
| ly overpowered.
The Aurora's people. under the cool.
headed command of Warner and the. elder
Fanshaw, had proceeded in a brisk
scientific, military style that had spared
them many serious casualties. There
| were number of flesh wounds wien il
! was over, and one or two of a more
| serious nature None of them had been
killed.
The Walrus people. however. had no,
surrendered until their plight was wholly
desperate Only five of them were lef,
| alive. and two of these were mortally
| wounded when the struggle ceased.
| The uninjured were heavily ironed and
| locked up in the Storage. All the wound
ed-friends and foes alike-were turned
| over to the care OF the yachts surgeon
and a couple of volunteer assistants from
among the crew.
Altogether, it was two or three hours
after the Auroras people had regained
undisputed possession of the yacht before
1t was possible to form any definite idea
of what had happened. In the excitemer
and the necessity of everybody doing two
and his serious plight were not discover
ed, until he himself, having partly re-
| gained consciousness. uttered low moan
| for help, which was heard by a chance
passerby.
The gale. which had been raging all
this while had gone screaming by un-
Needed and 1t was not until dawn that
the Mortified conquerors Of the yacht dis
covered that there was no land in sight
It was several hours after that, not
indeed. until the captain had worked out
| their reckoning from an observation. be-
fore. they realized that they were one
hundred miles away from their anchorage
| of the previous evening, and that their
| return was hopeless.
| Old Mr.. Fanshaw gave his arm to his
| son. helped him down from the bridge
| and then to the now deserted smoking
| room forward. Tom submitted to be led
| blindly along. and did not demur when
| and told him to lie down upon 1t. Since
| that momentary outburst of his upon the
bridge the young man had been unnat-
| urally calm. His muscles. as he lay there
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now upon the sofa. seemed relaxed; his
eyes were fixed, almost dull.
Through a long silence his father sat
there watching him. but there was no
dawn of a corresponding calmness in his
face. 1t had aged whole years over night.
1t had been gray and drawn and haggard
up there on the bridge when the captain
had uttered those hope-destroying words,
was dawning in his eyes a new look of
terror.
MY boy" he said at last. unsteadily.
I'm going to ask you to make me
promise. solemn promise, upon your
honor
The young man did not meet his faith
er's eyes He made no answer at all, but
he paled a little.
The old gentleman tried to say some
thing more. but great sob escaped his
lips before he could speak again. Don t
think that l don't understand, my boy;
that don't know how intolerabie the
agony is. It's hard enough for me-ali
1 can bear-and l know it's worse for
you. 1 know you loved her. / know you
hoped that some day she would become
your wife-and-well, l understand. But.
Tom. l saw the look that came into your
eyes when Warner, up there on the
less painfully with revolver. That was
rhetoric with him. Men shouldn't use
rhetoric in times like this. Tom. l want
your word Of honor that you won't do It,.
his son answered brokenly. IF she had
died, only that. l could have faced the
loss like man, as you have asked me
to do: l could go on living upon my
memories Of her. But, dad. I've murder
ed her: that's what it comes to! 1t was
in no idle caprice that she left the yacht
last night. drove her away. Oh.
of course, I didn't know that at the time.
I began making love to her and l showed
her, not the man she had always known.
but a hot-headed. hOt-blooded brute that
she was afraid of; until. at last. she told
me that I seemed to be trying to Kill
even the old love which she had always
had for me- She left the yacht be-
cause she wanted to get away; because
she was afraid Of me! That's the MEM
DRY I've got to live on. and l tell you l
won't do it,
The terror died out Of his fathers face.
1t was stern. the face of judge, when
Tom finished. us there no one in the
world but YOURSELF" he asked. IF what
you say Is true If you are responsible
for taking my daughter away from me
she was my daughter; was loved like
daughter-because you have done that,
you now propose to take my son away.
too. and leave me childless. Is that your
idea of an atonement? Would 1t be her
idea, do you think? Will 1t be hers. do
you think. II her spirit is waiting any,
where. watching us. conscious of the
things we do and of the things we think ?
Or will she see that 1t was the act OF a
coward-of a man who fed his post Of
duty in the world because it was a hard
one to keep
His voice changed there. suddenly: the
sternness was gone. the tenderness came
back. "Tom my boy. you will see 1t that
way some day for yourself. You are not
coward; but until you see IT. I want
your bare promise"
CTo be continued tomorrow)
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nation Of this writer's greatest book,
The Story Of Costa Berling."


THE GOssAMER THREAD: Being
the Chronicles of Va1leda, who un.
derstood about 1.-The Different
World" BY Venita Seibert. Illus
trated by W. T. Benda. Boston
Small, Maynard and Company.
This fascinating story about a little
girl who lived in a different world from
the common serves not so much to amuse
and entertain child as to make grown
folks over into children again. Every
one who can recall an imaginative child
hood is. with this little book in hand, set
back into it's delights and SORROWS. OF
dream and belief and golden deed. This
charming German recrudescence makes
one laugh. a sort Of laugh-and sigh-to
feel herself again In this enchanted place.
Here are the glorious plays. so independ-
ent Of circumstance and trapping, the
most perfect dramas In the world: here
again are the princely and princessly
companions. Here is the radiant lover.
never again so wholly radiant as at some
spot in the newness Of ones first ten
years. Here. too. is the comfortable fnt1-
macy with God 1t is so bloomy. so dewy.
this morning story. that one wanders
with barred Ieet through its fresh delights.
DIR. THORNE's IDEA: A Novel. BY
John Amos Mitchell. author OF
amos Judd" etc. illustrations by
Balfour Ker. New York: Life Pub
fishing Company.
after asserting that Christ had ap-
peared upon earth at various epochs
since the cruciixion, he went on to
explain why such appearances were in
perfect harmony with His life and pre-
cepts. and. if thoughtfully considered.
need cause no surprise. If sent
among us by a benevolent Creator upon
so stupendous duty as the redemption
of mankind. such duty, If begun in
earnest. would not be abandoned after
one brief experiment. If we
honestly believe in His previous com.
ing, why doubt the coming Of today?'
To point this Bahaistic theory by oc-
casion and circumstance in proof of its
efficacy, Mr.. Mitchell develops, by way
of story. the study of a boy-pervert.
Compound, through parentage, Of a
suave swindler and a creature Of teeth
and claws. this handsome. ingenious
hammered boy-thief, liar, migrate.
murderer and suicide by intent-at the
last comes under the influence of the
reincarnate Christ. The miracle of
Jairus' daughter restores to him the
young girl whom he loves, the victim
Of flash of his demoniac rage. Here
the story closes, as a definite turning
point in this lawless career. The study
Of character-this battle ground OF
hostile impulses. this blend of evil and
good, the effects Of friendship. trust
love, upon this Ishmaelitic boy-is
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Quaint Table Manners.

JEROME S. McWADE, the Duluth mill
] lionaire talked al dinner about the
delights of a backwoods vacation.
II go to quaint backwoods village
every summer, he said. and number
less are the quaint people I meet there.
"Old Boucher, for instance, the jani-
tor of the village church. is most anus
ing with his quaint ways. 7 had Cd
Boucher to lunch one day. and the cold
lobster was served with a mayonnaise
sauce When my servant offered this
sauce to Boucher the old man stuck his
knife in il. took up a little on the blade.
tasted it. then shook his head and said:
Don't chose none"
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NnecdOfe8 COncelnin
Well-knOWn pgODle.
On Chicago.

nR. HEINRICH c. G. H1RSCH, the
- Viennese conductor said the other
day that New York's musical taste was
much better cultivated than Chicag COS.
"A New York and Chicago girl" he
went on. met at the seasho-e. In the
twilight, while the sky famed pink in the
sunset and the hotel orchestra played
Massanet on the terrace, the New York,
girl said to the Chicago girl:
do you like fugues?
The Chicago girl sighed and answered
wistfully:
mo, but / adore clans.
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:,HIRLPOOLS. A Novel of Modern
Poland. BY Henryk Sienkiewicz.
author of Children of the Soil"
etc. Translated from the Polish
by Max a. Drezmal. Boston: Little,
Grown and Company.
ground. riven by political and
economic disaster, Henryk Sien-
kiewicz draws another power
full picture of the individual
working himself out through the vicissi-
tudes of national life. With class con-
fict as its general foundation, and So
cialism as it's specific, the author bends
his great art TO the portrayal not only
of individual character but of commu-
nity issues as well. the one microscopic
In knowing details. the other, equally
knowing but big with the sweeping in
terests of the common life. In this COM
prehensive panorama, carrying abreast lis
many-sided phases Of hfe-love episode,
neighborhood interest, political theory.
economic probem-one marvels all over
again at this complete mastery of both
detail and ensemble, out from whose per-
feet art springs in living lines this seek
ing restless, resisting tenacity or Ponen
nationalism. Another great book STANDS
here to the account of this great writer.
THE GIRL FROM THE MARSH CROFT.
BY Selma Lagerlof. author OF THE
Story of Gosto Berling. etc. Trans
lated from the Swedish by Nelma
Swanson Howard. Boston: Little,
Brown and Company.
One comes out from this reading struck
with the writer's mastery over her me-
dunn What seems to be perfectly
straight. uninvoluted mind works out into
corresponding simplicity of literary
manner through the fittest word. the
simplest figure. the clearest limits and
the most definite purpose. Translation
has not brushed away the bloom of
certain naive quality, perhaps personal.
perhaps a national trait. most delightful
whatever its source. In every case this
free and simple style covers matter
of substance. Human character under
stress fundamental fact in story guise.
a legend of human Significance. fancy
of large meaning-these and other
themes of like character point the Sc
robustness of this authors work. Perhaps
the most Immediately interesting of these
tales Is The Story of a Story record
ing as II does. the sources, the develop
ment, the vicissitudes and the consum-
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slud1ing against the old stuff said the
rumbler. and that. Iof course. means the
jump number by II Is wife. His wife, OF
course you know. Is there with all kinds
getting sorer than Carrie Nation on the
juice thing on Jacks part for long
time now and the last time he began to
toss 'em in, wdnyj she said 1t was going
to be the last for a sure thing. Thafs
here he's doingSthe headspin again with
himself. and II Hooks as Ii he's going 70
lose out on ally that plush home Of his
sure enough. Isn't 1t a wonder that q
glug that lands soft like that wouldn't
have the nut ito stick along, huh, and
behave? ButHthere's no easing him on
when he getsAa running start, and he'll
frisk right along now till he finishes in
bug ward. with the giraffes necklng
around the footboard Of his haypile. Oh.
well-oh. vrell- and he finished like ali
the rest often did.
WELL" wound up the non-drinking
rounder who was telling me this. II
stuck around just out Of curiosity till
the last member of that table party had
done the medt-away. And the headshake
was pulled on every man that went out.
take it from me, although all of EN-
were shipped under the same cOlors and
sailing in 1.-THE same packet.
you've. got to show me about these
pickles. 1t wouldn't be such a rave T.
they didn't appear to mean every line Of
IT, But they do. I'm beginning to be-
lieve that it's all wheeze about rum
mics having a sense OF humor. for all
they can see is the other fellow. and
isn't the sure-enough humorist the gink
who knows how to turn the spotlight on
HIMSELF?
CLARENCE l.. CULLEN.
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EN- i LIE TcdOSIb VI
this correspond
ence may have
observed that the
undersigned quite
frequently meets
up with puzzled
and bemazed men.
He met another
one of them yes
terday.
This puzzled
and bemaZed man.
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THE PUBLIC LIBRARY
RECENTLY ADDED { FRENCH

At the Public Library the amount OF
French literature read by the public has
rapidly increased during the year, owing
in part to the fact that the books have
been placed on open shelves in thefmain
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ing the old juice out to himself again
But he didn't appear to be walloping
it so hard I said Ito one OF them, just to
give him q chance ,at the bat.
So
81 know all that stuff. but it's early
in the day for him. you know the glug
next to me-and he was pretty wabbly
himself, believe me-went on. If you
get flash at him four or five hours from
now you'll be sorry for the human race,
that's ALL
"'Ysee,' he went on solemnly, poor old
Ed always makes such show Of himself
when he gets wound up. Why. say. last
night he was calling Everybody he knew
around here q bunch .of names that the
berth deck cooks on a man-o'-war never
heard about. and it took all of the per-
suasion of the hull bunch, Of us to keep
him from being pinched by the house
detective and tossed into wagon. Wouldn't
think, would you, that such a Guiet-seeming
duck as Eddie-poor old Eddie!-could act
like that when he's got the paint on and
in, what? Oh, well, there's nohing to be
done a bout 1t, Of course, and then he look
ed at his timepiece and said that the
spouse at home would be sending the
neighbors after him. and of he went.
80 No sooner had he edged through the
door than the man on the other side of
me began to rumble in my ear. while the
rest Of the gang remaining, around the
table took to that chronic ,headshaking
thing again. BY this time | was getting
used to it ALL but l gave ear to the rum
bier.
...Oh. well. poor old Jack is in Dutch
this time, I'm afraid was what he was
saying.
- is, hey? How's that?" I asked, just
to clear my pipes a little. / knew what
was going to be sprung. but l wanted to
stick around for the finish
"'You can see for yourself how he's
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Special Correspondence Of the Star.
NEW YORK, July %, 1870
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ing the old juice out to himself again
But he didn't appear to be walloping
it so hard I said \to one OF them, just to
give him a chance ,at the bat.
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BOOK REVIEWS.

+HIRLPOOLS. A Novel of Modern
Poland. BY Henryk Sienkiewicz,
author Of Children of the Soil"
etc. Translated from the Polish
by Max a. Drezmal. Boston: Little,
Grown and Company.
The Detroit times., 1910-06-23
DAVID N KENz|E
IS VERY SICK man
Central High School Principals Trip
To the South Fails To
Restore His Health.

Principal David Mckenzie, Of the
Central High school, is a very sick
man. He returned, Wednesday, from
trip to the south, taken in the hope
OF building I'm hisa. health, and as soon
as the coiinu1efie6 ksent exercises are
over. he will so 10 resort in the
northern part of the state for further
rest. He insists that he will be back
for work in-the-fall.
While attending a convention In In
dianapolis, two months ago, Mr.. Nc
KepZie contracted a hard cold, but
refused to give up his work until COM
PEELED to do so two weeks later. Then
he took the southern trip.
Wednesday, he was about his office
in the high school building trying to
attend to details OF the class day exer-
cises. He was under the constant
watchfumess Of two OF the male MEM
bers OF the faculty, who finally led
him home in an automobile just be-
fore time for the program to begin.
Mr.. Mckenzie has been principal
of the Central High schol several
years.