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ed cover Of the wears of absence. The
astonished wife develops innocent guile
in circumvention. Then follow open re-
belliOn on her part. acts OF tyranny on
his, separation at hand-and then, recon-
Citation. One has said that this de-
nouement is out Of tune with the develop
ment illogical. But Is it? Look around
among the people. How many stay on
go. despite the periodic hysteria about
divorce. Trace husband and wife. alb
stractly as such, to their beginnings,
rubbing Off In this passage the successive
veneers Of custom and convention The
reasons for union at all cost are funda-
altogether ideally beautiful.
One feels the sharp lines OF this story,
dead white against dense black, leaving
an impression of crudity, but traced just
~ one thinks to the keen antithesis of
characters. to the hard environment. to
the raw atmosphere. In which the story
is set and developed.
THE UNKNOWN QUANTITY. BY Ger
trude Hall. New York: Henry Holt
& Co.
The story, in outline. is this: "A pale
little person in black" taking some legal
looking papers, her sole prospect Of sup
port, and her child. crosses from Caifor-
mia to the untried city Of New York. The
1aWyST 10 WHOI sic ~ CSShlS tHCSC pi c
cfous papers-young. rich, dissipated. I'M
married, to cover his vulnerable heel at
once-convinces her Immediately of their
worthlessness Almost as Immediately he
offers this person in black position as
companion to his mother. who, incident
ally neither needs nor desires one. He
precipitately loves this pale little person,
ignoring a f1abby scandal that trails
across the continent In her wake. reforms
from drunkenness under the influence OF
this love, and marries the little person.
now. happily. neither pale. nor Sin
black" The story as a whole Is inter-
esting, even If not strongly compelling.
There are times when 1t falls to tally
with life as this expresses itself in the
average. a tally counted in both good art
and good story. No. one of these mis-
counts is not that a woman pins her
whole faith to a set Of worthless papers
of legal front. That is quite like life.
and keeps the tally straight at this point.
1t will take several centuries yet to wear
Off woman's trust in such matters. The
young man is the chief sticking point.
Member OF a stony-hearted profession,
denizen of the most adamant city in the
world, the home Of Siren and Gree, his
course as here set down is past belief. To
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was begun, and the vintage promised to
be exceptionally fine. Through drifting
cloud Of smoke he discerned solitary
figure approaching from the direction of
Dreiberg. a youthful figure, buoyant of
step and confident Herr Hoffman was
rather interested. Ordinarily the peasant
who came to this gate had his hat in his
hand and his feet were laggard. Not SO
this youth. He paused at the gate and
inspected the old man highly.
Herr Hoffman,"
Yes"
81 want work.
80? What can you dor He was a
clean youngster, this. but there was
something in his eyes that vaguely dis
turbed the head vintner. 1t was like
inockery more than anything else.
The youth recounted his abilities. and
Hoffman was gracious enough to admit
that he seemed to know what he was
talking about
Il have letter to you also"
ZACH! We shall be properly introduced
now," said Hoffman. growing. Let me
see it,
He saw it. but with starting eyes,
There was, then. something new under
the sun? A picker of grapes. recon-
mended by princess! He turned the let
"Du lieber Colt! You are Leopold
Dietrich?"
Eyes, herr"
How dfd you come by TINS letter.
Her serene highaess is patron to
Gretchen. the goose girl, at whose re-
quest the recommendation was given
me-"
This altered matters. Follow me-"
said Hoffman.
The two entered the office.
Can you writer"
"A little. herr
Then write your name OH this piece of
paper and that. Each night you will
present yours with the number of pounds
which will be credited to you. You must
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be sure, the paleness and the fttleness
and the blackness are great points. NO
doubt. a cunning white rum peeped OUT
from an absurd and appealing little oon-
net, and the child contributed. too, put
even these are not enough to give a
plausible cast to his conduct. Not IN
New York. In Rockville. maybe. Ineh'
again, the motives and methods or the
Young mans romantic reform have fallen
into disrepute. as millions OF altogether
lovely, believing, but now heartbrokeh'
women testify. Again. one Is disap-
pointed that the little widow remains in a
position so palpably a sinecure. even de-
spite her conscientious and ingenious m
ventions to earn her wage. There are
good single efforts, good portraits: TOT
instance, artist, woman or refine
pedigree. doting mother, an absorbed
and selfish one. The composition as a
serial of consistency, with high points OIL
focused influence and incident, is not SO
wholly convincing as its individual strokes
of excellence
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bring 1t back each morning. II you lose
1t You will be paid nothing for your
labor"
Dietrich wrote his name twice. It wa.
rather hard work. for he screwed up his
mouth and cramped his fingers. Still
Hoffman was not wholly satisfied with
his eyes.
"Gottlieb." he said to one Of the men,
take him to terrace ninety-eight. That
hasn't been touched yet. Well see what
Dietrich again. What is Gretchen to
your" For Hoffman knew Gretchen;
many time she had filled her basket
and drawn her crowns.
''She is my sweetheart. herr And
there was no mockery in the youths eyes
as he said this.
'Take him along. Gottlieb. You will
have no further use for this letter from
her highness. so I'll keep it and frame il
and hang it in the Office Which showed
the gentle art of mockery.
Terrace ninety-eight was given over to
small grapes: thus, many punches had to
be picked to fill the basket But Dietrich
went to work with will. His fingers
were deft and his knife was sharp; and
by midsun he had turned his sixth bas-
ket, which was fair work, considering
AS Hoffman did not feed his employees
Dietrich was obliged to beg from his CO.
workers. Very willingly they shared with
ate the bread and stuffed the onions in
his pocket. There was no idling. AS soon
as the frugal meal was over the peasants
trooped away to their respective terraces
Once more the youth was alone. He set
down his basket and laughed. Was there
ever such fine world? Had there ever
been more ikable. adventure? The
very danger of it was the spice which
gave it flavor. He stretched out his
arms as If to embrace this world, which
appeared so rosal. SO joyous to his imag-
nation.
Thanks, thanks! You have given me
youth, and l accept it," he said
aloud, perhaps addressing that mutable
goddess who presides over all follies. RE
greet it in my old age? Not 1! i shall
have lived for one short month. Youth
was given to us to enjoy, and l propose
to press the grape to the final drop. And
when | grow old this adventure shall be
the tonic to wipe ont many wrinkles of
care A mad fling. a trimming cup, one
short merry month-and then, the reck-
oniuS. How l hate the thought"
He sobered: the laughter went out of
his eyes and face. Changeful twenty
where so many paths reach out into the
great world, paths straight and narrow,
of devious turnings which end at preci-
pices, of blind alleys which lead nowhere
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too. Is interested In the teachers and the
pupils, and the possibilities Of happiness
coupled with usefulness for both. The
professor makes q joke Of everything to
set out with. and the joke always falls
on him. instead Of on some outside idol
For instance. with an eye single to the
glory OF scholarship. he gets deeply in
VOWED In the writing of books on
s." and SUCH Then the professor comes
to. and both Of him have a long argu-
ment about this diluted scholarship as
against the real thing. He ends the
controversy himself, with big mellow
laugh, that brings straight to mind the
broad and genial smile of that other pro-
lessor, the autoorat. and owns up, like
a good fellow. that he really has become
all tied up in confusion Of means with
ends and OF trivialities of scholarship
with the essentials OF manhood Then,
happy as boy to be set straight, he
starts all over again, Just right, too, for
a while. SO, out OF his blunders and
timely recoveries. laughing all the time.
education, the inutlities humorously
"Shood!' ont Of 1t. the soundness and
wisdom and strength of 1t carefully and
gently shepherded. The professor is
very dear and great, with all his play.
WHAT IS SOCIALISM, BY Reginald
Wright Kaufman. New York: Mof-
fat. Yard & Co.
The general reader and good citizen. I'M
trained and untempered for special re-
search. but constrained to mind the inn
portant movements Of his time and coun-
try. Is distinctly in debt to Mr.. Kauff-
man for this singularly clear exposition
Of the subject Of socialism. Hardly a
page in the book that does not bear out,
by straight thought, by direct speech.
even by the placing and arrangement OF
the text. the writer's purpose to clear up
this subject. With the economy of the
expert worker the ground is cleared of
entangiements by lifting socialism out of
its confusion in the popular mind with
anarchism, communism and paternalism.
The analysis and comparison of this
eliminating process also serves the pur-
pose OF broadly defining socialism as a
theory based ON economics. whose in
strument OF revolution IL the mass of
peaceful voters at the polls. 1nitially.
the common theory Of history. that it is
a record Of hereditary kings and great
men, is supplanted by the sounder one
that It is the story of the masses en-
vironed by economic forces. Out Of this
latter thereby is drawn the story of social
evolution which, in turn. becomes the
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I'm swift and irresistible flight combine
with sure precision and little girl-a
fairy. maybe, or possibly only vision
stands knee deep in howery meadow.
nodding out in playful fr1endliness. And
then, 1t is as If the unvoiced tunes that
nature sings, the fine sweet songs of
snowfakes falling, the lisping melody OF
green things growing, the grooming
rhymes of rivers running. all these gather
in the heart and bubble over the lips of a
little boy, and a child-poet gravely takes
his place in the knee-deep meadow. And
the playtime OF these two! elusive. will-o-
the wfsp games-al wholly o dreams.
Each the others secret daily they meet
and play and part. The boy in poverty
and pain and mystery, as poets must be.
tagging to q bare hut on Fray mountain
side; the girl f1uttering away to her
fathers golden house. The summer play
dren on to meet on the other side Of the
world. where the poet sings to men the un-
uttered songs Of their own hearts, and the
girl still f1utters air1ly. Long after, the
poet goes back to his mountain, glad to
live with other things than men. bees and
birds and children. To him the girl now
homes in straight unfiuttering flight. 1t is
just lovely poem Of young and laugh
ing world, poem of playtime. Two chill
dren O. dreams, touched with far gltmpses
no such world. There are no such chill
dren- No? Suppose every one had the
poets insight and abandon. Suppose all
children were left free and unsmothered.
Only fairy story. Yes?
THE CROsSwAYS. BY Helen Refmen-
snyder Martin. author OF Utilize: a
Mennonite Maid" etc. New York:
The Century Company.
Marriage at the start, and trouble
from the beginning Of this story. And
no wonder. When q young man OF the
''near" Pennsylvania Dutch stock weds
that familiar ''loveliest daughter Of the
SOUTH" the problem thus set ultimately
employs for its solution the processes of
satisfaction and division. So it is here.
Even love, undeniable in both, can not
balance the fundamental odds. With
the facilities Of his profession for study
ing domestic influences. good and bad,
this young physician is downright silly to
return for q career to his native village.
where his grubbing, tight-fsted Dutch
family can overlap his marital peace with
sordid and jealous dislike for the large
freedom and indolent grace Of the, south
ern wife. In this old home soil the
latent overlordness and meanness Of the
husband spring Justify out Of the soften
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and close in behind!
II love her. love hertz His face grew
bright again. and the wooing blood ran
scoundrelly thief. because I have that
right common to all men. to love one
woman? Some day I shall suffer for
this; some day my heart shall ache; SO
be it!'
The sun began the downward circle:
the shadows crept eastward and tmper-
ceptbly grew longer; q. gray tone set
tied under the stones at his feet. Some
times he sang sometimes he stood dream
sticky. and there was q twinge In his
back as he shouldered his eighth basket
and scrambled down to the man who
weighed the pick. He was beginning his
along the purple aisle. She waved q hand
in welcome and he sheathed his knife. No
more work this day for him. He waited.
What beautiful day." said Gretchen,
with happy laugh.
AYE. what a day for lover
And work."
kiss me!''
when you fill that basket
Not before?'
Not even a little one" mischief in her
glance.
Out came the knife and the vintner
piled himself furiously. Gretchen had a
knife of her own and she Joined him.
They laughed gayly. Snip, snip; bunch
by bunch the contents of the basket
grew.
There" he said at last. That's what
1 call work; but it is worth 1t. Now!''
Gretchen saw that 1T would be futile to
hold him off longer; what she would not
give he would Of surely take. So she
put her hands behind her back, closed
her eyes and raised her chin. He kissed
not only the lovely mouth. but the eyes
and cheeks and hair.
Gretchen, you are as good and beau
tiful as an angel"
What are angels like"
IAN angel is the most beautiful woman
a poet can describe or imagine"
''Then there are no men angels?"
only Gabriel; at least / never heard
of any other"
ITO be continued tomorrow.)
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now his picture has been hung between
Gilbert Stuart's portraits Of Washington
and Shipper. which In turn are supported
by Wright's Franklin and NeagleS john
son-a group which testif1es loudly to the
merit Of our earliest American art.
THIRTY-TWO water colors by William
III. Holmes, curator Of the National
Gallery, and OF the department OF an
thropology at the National Museum.
scientist OF much distinction, constitute
an exhibition at the v. G. Fischer gal
leries of special note. Though giving
comparatively little time to his painting,
Mr.. Holmes Is without doubt the most
today With consummate skill he COM
mands his medium and utilizes its at
tributes to excellent effect. His water
colors never simulate Oil paintings or
pastels. but neither have they the thin
ness characteristic Of the early produce
tons in pure wash. In fact, not infre-
quently does he use body color, but In
variably he preserves the sparkle and
freshness which in aQuarelles Is the CHIEF
charm. He works not always in the same
manner. Occasionally each stroke Of his
brush is direct and unerTtng, his subject
being first analysed and then presented
almost as mosaic OF color spots But
again he paints with q full brush,
paper after the Dutch method, losing out
lines and holding fast only to essentials
Of form. And herein, perhaps, lies part
OF the secret of his success, that he
learned first to be exact and then free.
But besides this he has gone to nature
and reproduced faithfully what he him
self saw. Some OF his pictures are por-
traits OF place-simple, well composed.
but exceedingly veracious. Others are
compositions based upon fact-rearrange-
ments Of nature: while yet few are In
terpretations from nature, but essentially
preconceived. And withal the pictorial
element Is dominant. Mr.. Holmes pic
lures charm the casual observer even as
his technique delights and amazes those
who have themselves employed the
medium.
Many of the paintings in this exhibition
were painted In the neighborhood of his
summer home near Rockville, and surely
no English country could be found more
picturesque. Two are OF hayfields seen
ing compositions. quiet IN color and yet
full of spontaneity, atmospheric and spa
ciouS In suggestion. In his marines and
mountain pictures there is a big quality
derived through simplicity Of conception
and treatment, and in some of his shore
of knowledge betokening the scientist s
viewpoint. Not infreQuently Mr.. Holmes
introduces figures in his compositions,
feeling perhaps what an English writer
has described as the human cry in rural
landscape, burt when he does SO he pre-
vents their intrusion, throwing them in as
jewels rather than as objects for which
a background has been provided. Doubt
less there is kinship between his work
and that of the English school, but it is
the kinShip Of common heritage rather
than Of conscious following OF tradition.
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gallery as now presents itself to the
United States of America, for none OF
the nations Of the old world, at such
an early period Of their histories. ever
had an artist who stood 80 distinguished
in the eyes of the world, or that had
produced SO numerous and SO diversified
body Of celebrated works as Benjamin
West. They are the productions OF
American-born genius, and let them be
deposited In whatever quarter Of the
globe destiny may place them. the honor
Of having produced them belongs to the
United States Of America"
This letter was dated April II 1896.
and December IL of the same year it
tives and laid on the table. It is ac-
companied by list of 139 paintings,
the titles and dimensions OF which are
given, and Of ten cartoons for large
pictures painted for George III for his
majesty's chapel at Windsor. No price
is given and no further mention Of the
matter is to be found in subsequent
copies of the Record; it may. there
fore, be concluded that the consideration
Of the offer got only SO far as its read
a coincidence, that this picture. which
is on the list then presented. should
find its way into public collection
the very week. eighty-three years later,
when the National Gallery was opened.
Benjamin West was an interesting per-
cry one is familiar with his Quaker an
cestry and the story Of his first efforts to
paint picture, securing hair for his
brush from the cats tail. For this very
reason perhaps his ability is apt to be
underestimated-the incidents Of his life
standing out Inore conspicuously than the
merit of his work. But the London to
which West went in his twenty-fourth or
twenty-fifthl year was not an ignorant nor
trivial city. AS Mr.. Isham has said, for
the artist there was never a London like
it. Hogarth was living, Wilson was pro-
ducing his best work. Reynolds and
GainsborOugh were in their prime. Yet
the works of this unframed painter from
the American wilderness created a sensa-
ton throughout the metropolis. Benjamin
West was one of the founders Of the
Royal Academy and, succeeding Reynolds,
was for twenty-seven years it's president.
1.-THE career of West" again quoting
Mr.. Isham, us calculated to confute the
pessimists who find no good In human
nature It is not so much. that he was q
good man himself; good men there have
ever been, but as rule their good deeds
have shown in naughty world west
was not only good himself. but the cause
of goodness in others. Surely no man was
ever so generously and so efficiently afded
sayages of the forest to the king on ms
throne, all delighted I'm being OF use 10
him and he never failed TO accept the
proffered help, never failed to utlllze IL 10
The fullest extent and never forgot to be
grateful" And, what is more, ne gave as
generously as he received. lending con-
slant aid to young Americans who
vent to London to study, taking them
into his home and making them members
of his family. One Of those whom MT.
West befriended In this manner was Gill
bert Stuart. and at the Corcoran Gallery
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foundation of socialism. Beginning with
primitive communism and passing
through the historic stages Of slavery,
oligarchy, feudalism and up to the last
stage Of apitalism-combinatio ID
more logical, says the socialist. than that
more combination, in fine the cooperative
commonwealth. the heart Of socialism.
should prevail. The history Of the sub
the present fiber and future scope Of its
propaganda are pictured. A projected CO.
operative commonwealth, the flower of
socialism, not at all .Utopian in aspect,
rounds up this exceptionally clear and
orderly exposition Of a much misunder-
stood and at the Same time, an arrest
ingly significant matter.
stole AND EPICUREAN, Epochs Of
Philosophy. BY r. d. Hicks, M. A. !,
fellow and formerly lecturer OF
Trinity College. Cambridge. New
York: Charles Scribners Sons.
Washington: Brentano's.
Though the differences between the
philosophers Of Zeno ana Epicurus are to
a great degree superficial, while the like
nesses between them are primary and
fundamental, nevertheless these two
schools OF philosophy were widely sep
arated for centuries and their essential
agreements lost or hidden through the
rancor and persistence with which the
disagreements were obtruded and en-
phasized. The relation Of both to the
modern spirit Of science and realism. as
well as their even more intimate rela-
ton to each other, in setting practice
above theory and in granting to sense
impression and experiences full value,
justify not only the present consideration
of the subject itself but also the method
of parallelism employed in this study.
Original sources of Information, COM
PARSONS Of the results OF late investiga-
tons with these sources, and juddcious
and scholarly selection from secondary
sources of high authority, give to this
exposition Of the subject character of
the first rank.
LITTLE BROTHER O'DREAMS. BY
Elaine Goodale Eastman. New
York: Houghton Mif1in Company.
In this lovely idyl are two children made
OF poets dreams. It is as II the shelly
pink of dawn. the deep blue OF high noon
time. the fieecy clouds OF poised midday,
tangles of golden blossoms and swarms
of dancing leaves. all these approach one
another. retreat, advance. pause, and then