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other cutting 1t Off clean to the level of
the top with a swift stroke Of the spatula.
another fitting on the lid. and SO on. In
endless but fascinating monotony until
the last girl placed on the trolley by her
side, waiting to carry it to the packing
shed. the finished packet Of Syphers Cure
as it would be delivered to the world
Then there were the packing sheds, full
of deal cases for dispatching the cure to
the four quarters of the globe, some
empty, some being filled. others @tacked
in readiness for the carriers-a babel of
sounds, of hammering clamps, Of creak-
ing barrows, of horses by the open do S
rafting their heavy harness and tram
ping the flagstones with their heavy
hOofs; a ceaseless rushing of brawny
men in sackcloth aprons. of dusty men
with stumps of pencils and notebooks and
crumpled invoices, counting and checking
and reporting to other men in narrow
glass offices against the wall. Outside
stood the great wagons laden with the
white deal boxes, bound with iron hoops
and bearing in vermilion letters the in
scription of Sypher's Cure.
Every detail of this complicated hive
was as familiar to him as his kitchen
was to his cook He had planned it all,
organized it all. Every action of every
human creature in the place. from the
skilled pharmaceutist responsible for the
preparation OF the ointment, to the grimy
boy who did odd jobs about the sheds.
had been preconceived by him, had had
its handspring In his brain. Apart from
idealistic aspirations concerned with the
Cure itself, the perfecting of this ma
chinery Of human activity had been
matter of absorbing interest, its perfec-
ton q subject Of honorable pride.
He walked through the works day after
day. noting the familiar sights and
sounds. pausing here and there lovingly,
as q man does in his garden to touch
some cherished plant. or to fill himself
with the beauty of some rare flower. The
place was inexpressibly dear to him. That
those furnaces should ever grow cold.
that those watts should ever be empty,
that those two magic words should c.ass
to blaze on the wooden boxes, should fade
frous the sight Of man, that those gates
should ever be shut, seemed to transcend
Imagination. The factory had taken its
rank with eternal, unchanging things, like
the solar system and the Bank of Eng
land. Yet he knew only too we'll that
there had been change In the unchangng,
and in his soul .dwelt sickening GER
tainty that the eternal would be the
transient. Gradually the staff had been
reduced. the output lessened. Already
two of the long tables once filled with
girls stood forlornly empty.
His comfortably appointed office in
Moorgate street told the same story.
Week after week the orders slackened
and gradually the number Of the clerks
had shrunk. Gloom settled permanently
on the managers brow. He almost walked
On tiptoe into Syphers room and spoke
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from the waters beneath. There is a
visit to 1000 pelicans and a joyous ex-
perience Of lust fishing" with other Wis
its and experiences that take in Palm
fine last chapter of life I'm a turpentine
camp" A picture-loving camera keeps
abreast of the authors pen and adds
many illustrations to the charm Of the
text.
THE HANDICAPs A Novel Of Pioneer
Days. BY Robert E. Knowles, au-
thor of est. Cuthbert's." etc. New
York: Fleming H. Revell Company.
To an unusual degree independent of
local surroundings, this story might nave
worked itself out anywhere else as well
as in Canada, where it is placed. That
is to say, the author in writing 1t is not
possessed of the mania for making local
literary atmosphere. He plainly makes
use Of only SO much of this medium as
his characters need to breathe and 10
mixed community of immigrants and ma
tives to follow their daily rounds CON
vincingly, without the aid OF excessive
scenery And this they do. the pest OF
them. Dinny Riley does 1t, lusciously
His girl, Nora, does it, and the Hieian' :
man. and the preacher. and Margaret.
The people themselves are the JOY OF TINS
winning story, counting rather more IMAM
the story for interest. The career or a
fine manly boy. Margarets boy, hand1-
capped by illegitimacy, weaves the thread
of events Since, however. the nero
makes a pretty straight course. not only
to the heart of sweet Nora Riley but
to seat in the Canadian parliament as
well, the condition of birth turns out TO
be not so much of a handicap after ALI
as rewards go.
THE sCOURGE. A Novel of the New
South. BY Warrington Dawson. au-
thor Of 1.-THE Scar" Boston: Small,
Maynard & Co.
The industrial and social struggle OF
the northern man Sc ttling in the south
appeals to the novelist as good drama
of more or less shabby human nature
accented by the accidents of birth, eli
mate and institutions. So books of vary
ing weight based upon this situation
continue to appear. Mr.. Dawson offers
one of the latest and best of these. A
Federal soldier. so the story goes, at the
close of the war remains in the south.
developing in the course of time both
civic worth and business substance.
From his thrift and sagacity and public
spirit alone the town where he lives en-
ergizes and advances. No personal atti-
tude no general benefits, however, serve
to dissipate the oStracism in which the
man is enveloped. An adopted son and a
daughter of the south, through the mys
FERROUS unsolicited afffnities Of youth
only punctuate the general gloom with
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stand any nonsense, and will take her by
the shoulders and shake her. She'll marry
him fast enough. Well see what hap:
pens to her in California"
II hope she won't marry one of those
dreadful creatures with lassos," said Mrs.
Oldrieve. whose hazy ideas of California
were based on hazier memories OF Bur
falo Bills wild west show. which she had
seen many years ago in London.
at ALL" said Sypher. in a tone Of alarm
''Why?" asked Cousin Jane.
She shot the question at him with al
most a snarl. Sypher paused for mo-
m ..1 or two before replying :. 10
''Humph!' said Cousin Jane.
If the late Rev. Laurence Sterne had
known Cousin Jane ''Tristram Shandy"
would have been the richer by chapter
on "Humphs." He would have analyzed
this particular one with a minute deli
cacy beyond the powers of Glenn sypher.
through whose head rang the echo or the
irritating vocable for some time after
ward. 1t meant something. 1t meant
something uncomfortable. 1t was direct
to sum up her previous disparaging re-
marks about Fora. What the dickens
did she mean by it," he asked himself.
He came down to Nunsmere every week
now, having given up his establishment
at Kilburn Priory and sold the house
1.-The Kurhaus.' as he had named it in
his pride A set of bachelors chambers
in ST. James sheltered him during his
working days in London. He had also
sold his motor car: for retrenchment in
personal expenses had become necessary.
and the purchase money of house and car
were needed for the war of, advertising
which he was waging against his rivals.
These were days black with anxiety, and
haunting doubt illuminated now and then
by Fora. who wrote gracious letters OF
announcement. He carried them about
with him like talismans.
/, Sometimes he could not realize that the
great business he had created could be
on the brink of failure. The routine went
on as usual. At the works at Bermond-
sey the same activity apparently pre-
vailed as when the Cure had reached the
heyday of it's fortune some five years be-
fore. In the sweet-smelling laboratory,
cleaning with white tiles and copper re-
torts, the White-aproned workmen sorted
and weighed and treated according to the
secret recipe the bundles of herbs that
came In every day and were stacked In
pigeonholes along the walls. In the boil
ing sheds, not SO sweet smelling, the
great watts Of fat dubbed and ran. giving
out to the cooling troughs the. refined
white cream of which the precious oint-
ment was made. Beyond there was an
other laboratory, vast and clean and
busy, where the healing ichor of the
herbs was mixed with the drugs and the
cream. Then came the workrooms, where
rows Of girls filled the celluloid boxes. one
dabbing in the well judged quantity, an
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Divorced.

7 PIERPONT MORGAN, at one Of
J. the dinners marking the recent ses-
sion Of the church congress in Cincin-
natl, deplored the too common separation
of religion and business.
TOO many employers" Mr.. Morgan
said, ARE like John Nicholson. Nichol-
son advertised for porter, and one of
the applicants said to him.
~ think I'd suit, sir. l have a recon-
mendation here from my clergyman that
That recommendation John Nichol-
son interrupted, is all very, good as far
as it goes. AS I shan't need you on
Sundays. however, I'd prefer a reference
from somebody who can vouch for you
during the week.
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is gathered a bewldering motley of quo
rational odds and ends which serve to
buttress the pile Of fantastic opinions built
by the author, and rooted Hospitality by
the new democracy which Is domed by
a woman in the beauty OF casting her
vote. Quotations are. from their fragmen-
tary nature, rather unfair as evidence. but
since this authors methodist method 1t
may be called-is in large part quotation
al, one ventures to illustrate this work by
drawing from any page opened upon at
random. and this one rather above the
average in meaning and simplicity: The
nation upon election day becomes body
of elemental force, seeking creative CEN
ter. On this day the nations life force
is called into activity for creation. Force
naturally seeks a creative center On this
creative day force is to be centered at
place within the nations body, place
which is governed not by party or by
personality, but by law. What Will
shall be reverenced here by the will of
the people? What manifestation Of life
shall the ballot box record? cross OF
opposites with the law. or an activity
which represents a self center among
male elements? The voice of the ballot
box will be the voice of the holy One
only when law has been honored there
in the massing of force. Woman is to-
day approaching the ballot boxes OF
q protection which knows no defeat'-and
so on, 400 and more pages.
FLORIDA TRAILS; As Seen from jack
xOnville to Key West and from April
to November, Inclusive. BY w n
throp Packard, author Of Wild
Pastures" etc. illustrated from
photographs by the author and
others Boston: Small. Maynard &
Co.
Some one has said that In the building
of North America all the chips and dust
left over were dumped off shore. and
thus Florida was made. If so, the sea
which bathes it's southernmost tip of cor
al islands must surely be formed from
the dust of all gems that have been put
into the ground for mines since the world
was first conceived. 1t is as IL it were
STEPPED with all dreams of purity and
nobility, all holy desires and longings un-
utterable. here made visible to the eye
of man in miracles of translucent color
This tribute from New England to the
far south is the keynote of these Flor
ida Trails" The way to Florida is a
we'll beaten road. but, since things are
only what they seem, the author by
right of a vision for all that is beautiful
in the country and kindly In it's people,
has written book that Is an absolute
joy to read. One gets the throaty wood
calls Of southern birds, the fragrance of
orange groves, the glamour OF silver
nights and days of natures own gold.
There are gauzy bits of butterflies wing
ing the Powered earth and mighty fishes
that have been angled and seined up
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story of crime detection. Just who killed
Felix Page remains undisclosed until the
concluding chapters, whsn. other strange
that have puzzled all the
seekers after the truth are explained
Told in the first person. this narrative
Or, sents the attractive figure OF inspected
Swift, who will doubtless serve hereafter
in equally engaging enterprises to the de-
lectation Of readers of crime fiction.
THE GOLDEN GALLEON. By Lucas
Malet (Mrs. Mary st. Leger Harri-
SOM, author of "Sir Richard Cal
Brock New York: George II. Do
ran Company.
This is a story of spinster love. The
lady is past fifty. The object OF her
alteration is a rascally young fellow who
has, espoused the cause of the Cypress. d
to the rather unwise. extent of seeking to
relieve the rich of their surplus belong
ings by the direct though indiscreet proc
ess of burglariouS entry. All the time
that Willie Evans was bringing his spoils
to his former boarding house in London
placing them in the charge Of Miss Mi
randa Povey, he was. thought by thatfe s-
Unable lady to be the finest young man
in the world. But the suspicion of neigh
bors was aroused by Willieis occasional
furtive entrances. and confusion followed
Yet Miss Miranda never relnQu.Shed her
romance, which remained typ:fied to her
by a little silver gilt galleon which was
the first Of Willies presents to her out
of his miscellaneous loot. The Golden
Galleon'' is merely a fragment, but de-
lightfully constructed one, and 1t is given
an especially attractive setting in this vol
ume with some admirable color illus
trations.
THE PRODIGAL PRO TEN. BY Fred
~ erick Grin Bartlett, author of THE
Seventh -Noon," etc. Illustrated by
Howard Chandler Christy. Boston
Small. Maynard & Co.
The son of the house being in Alaska
and showing a most unfilia1 disregard for
the wishes of his blind and apparently
dying father, it occurred to young MIR
Barnes, son of wealthy metropolitan
manufacturer. pursuing his own indie.
pendent career as an artist afoot through
the Adirondacks, that he might save q
delicate situation by impersonating the
prodigal and thus soothe the last hours
of confiding old man. The rare beauty
Of the prodigals sister. whom he found
weeping by the wayside on receipt OF
her brothers letter, did not at that time
he found it a discomf1ting factor in the
case, especially as watchful spinsteI
aunt took pains early to announce that
her niece was practically engaged to ar
attractive youth of the neighborhoOd. The
part of the prodigal was played with
grace and convincing detail by the sub
stitute, but 1t became difficult when the
invalidPs sight was restored with the
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or rather. to speak by the book SOL
dered 1t with pewter AS for the Cure.
however she did not believe in it, and
told him So. roundly. She had been
catechism, the house Of lords. the inc
quality of the sexes and the Oldrieve
family, and in that faith she would live
and die. -Sypher bore her no malice She
did not call the Cure pestilential quack-
cry. He was beginning not to despise
the day Of small things
1T may be very good in its way she
said. lust as liberalism and Darwinism
and eating In restaurants may be good
things. But they are not for me-"
Cousin James conversation provided him
with much innocent entertainment. MRS.
Oldrieve was content to talk about the
weather, and what Fora and Emmy used
to like to eat when they were little girls
not conducive to discussion. Cousin Jane
was nothing if not argumentative. She
held views, eXpounded them and main
tanned them. Nothing short OF declara-
ton from Jehovah bursting In glory
through the sky could have convinced
her Of error. Even then she would have
been annoyed. She profoundly disap-
proved of Emmy's marriage to Septimus,
whom she characterized as doddering
idiot. Sypher defended his friend warm
iy. He also defended Wiggleswick. at
whose ways and habits the good lady ex-
pressed unrestrained indignation. She
could not have spoken more disrespect-
fully of Antichrist
you mark my words" she said, The II
murder them both In their Sleep"
Concerning Fora, too, she was emphatic
II am not one OF those who think every
woman ought to get married: but if she
can't conduct herself decently without a
husband, she ought to have one.
But surely Mrs. Middlemist's conduct
| is irreproachable," said Sypher.
"Irreproachable? Do you think trape.
| sing about alone all over the .earth-miX-
| ing with all sorts of people she doesn't
know from Adam. and going goodness
knows where and doing goodness knows
what, and idiing her life away, never put
| ting a darn in her stockings events ir-
| reproachable conduct on the part OF a
young woman of Zora's birth and ap.
| pearance? The way she dresses must at
tract attention. wherever she goes. It's
supposed to be stylish nowadays. In
| my time 1t was immodest When a young
woman was forced to journey alone she
| made herself as inconspicuous as possible
Fora ought to have a husband to lool
/ after her. Then she could do as shs
liked-or as he liked. which would be
much the best thing for her.
| Il happen to be in Mrs. Middlemist's
confidence" said Sypher. ''She has tolC
me many times that she would never
marry again. Her marriage
| "Stuff and rubbish" cried Cousin Jane
"You wait until the man comes along
who has made up his mind to marry her
! It must be big, strong man, who won,
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additional rancor. The story ends by its
own logts rather than through the au-
tnor's Indulgence of his public. 1t is a
we'll written story on theme that In the
course of another fifty years or so may
declare itself exhausted or, at the least,
exhaustible.
JEANNE DARE: The Maid Of France.
BY Mary Rogers Bangs. Boston:
Houghton .Mifflin Company.
1t would be impossible to produce new
facts in a case that has had its eulogists
and combatants for the last 500 years.
Enemies of the church that condemned
her use Jeanne dare as proof of the
cruelty of ecclesiastic Rome. The his.
torians of that church repudiate the ac'
of one prelate who was weak enough To
be coerced by England. and the church
itself as far as possible, has atoned to
the maids memory by exalting her to
the very threshold of sainthood.
The author begins with Jeanne's child
hood at Domremy, and follows her steE
by step to womanhood. to Orleans, te
Rheims and to the stake. There is nc
partiSanship for or against the miracu.
lous power that lifted her to the highest
triumph and deserted her in the agony
of her downfall. 1t is simply force
fully told story of the most remarkable
woman who was ever born into this
world. There is frontispiece in color
by Spencer B. Nichols.
STORIES FROM THE CHRONICLE OF
THE CID. BY Mary Wright Plum
mer, author Of Roy and Ray in
Mexico" etc. New York: Henry Holt
& Co.
The Cid owes his Immortality, less tc
history than. to ancient chronicles that
proclaim. with undying voice, the deeds
of this most chivalrous chieftan of old
Spain. The author of this work has
turned to these chronicles and to many
ballads, and vivified from them the
chivalrous knight and warrior who lived
a thousand years ago. and who is to
land.
Legends of ancient Spain SO generally
insist upon the glamour of supernatura
vision that one takes 1t quite as a mat
ter of course that the leper befriended
by the young Cid should turn out to
be ST. Lazarus, who promised a LONG
life of goodness and glory, and that in
the fullnesS of the chieftain'S years St
Peter should appear to warn him of the
approach of eternal life. Between these
sanity visitations history steps in and
shows a knightly hero, Ruy Diaz, who
lived in the eleventh century, when
Spain was harassed by the Moors. and
whose mercy was so gracious that !,
was to Spain's enemy that he owes his
title, 1.-The Chief" The author has gather
ed the Cid'S most glorious achievements
and put them in forcefully simple Ian
guage suitable for the boys of Brooklyn's
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Septinnt1s
By WILLIAM J. LOCKE
Copyright. 1908. BY the Phillips Publish-
ing Company
Copyright. 1907. BY John Lane CompanJJ
CHAPTER XV.-Continued.

Il seem to have grown twenty years
older" she said.
She desired on that night to make her
gratitude clear to him. to ask his pardon
for past onenses. She had been like
hunted animal; sometimes she had licked
his hand and sometimes she had scratched
it, She had not been quite responsible
Sometimes she had tried to send him
away. for his own sake. For herself. she
had been terrified at the thought OF losing
him.
Another man might have done what
you did. out Of chivalry; but no other
man but you would not have despised the
woman. 1 deserved it; but l knew you
didn't despise me. You have been just
the same to me all through as you were
in the early days. It braced me up and
helped me to keep some sort OF self
respect. That was the chief reason why
/ could not let you 80. Now all Is over.
shall be. After tonight 1t stands to rea-
son we must each lead our separate lives
You can't do anything more for me- and
God knows. poor dear. can't 90 any.
thing for you. So want to thank YOU.
She put her arm around MS shoulder
and kissed his cheek.
Septimus flushed. Her lips were soft
and her breath was sweet No woman
save his mother had ever kissed him. HI
turned and took her hands.
LET me accept that In full payment fol
everything You want me to go away
I happy. don't you?"
my dear" she said. with little catcf
in her voice, "if there was anything II
the world could do to make you happy
short of throwing bdby to tiger. I woult
| do it,
| Septimus took off his cap and brought
| his hair to its normal perpendicuiarity
Emmy laughed.
Dear me! What are you going Il
say?"
Septimus reflected for q moment.
"N I dine OF = bloA&eI In q SOUP dat
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free library to whom the book is dedi-
WHIRI.IGIGS. BY O. Henry. New York:
Doubleday, Page & Co. Washington:
Woodward & 1othrop.. -

wHIRLIGIGs. BY O. Henry. New York:
Doubleday, Page & Co. Washington:
Woodward & Lothrop., -
A frequently repeated criticism OF the
literary work Of the late sidney Porter
far better known by his pen name uf-o
Henry, is that it is in too light q vein,
that 1t strikes no serious note. In this.
which Is probably the final volume Of O.
Henry stories, appears abundant evidence
tilat VITA al. lis capAci~s toi IA ~ = - .
Porter POSSESSED deer serse OF tH''
tragic. Here and there among his works
are gems of intensely dramatic writing.
"A Blackjack BarFainer," In this volume,
is one of these, brief bit of character
work with tremendous tragedy of sacrt-
flee. Many of these twenty-four offerings
are in the familiar vein of fantastic fun.
but all of them are complete little story
entities, satisfying to the sense Of proper
ton and phrased in that inimitable sub
tlety of suggestion and description with a
minimum Of words characteristic of this
author, whose passing has caused deep
and genuine sentiment of regret.
WHITE ROSES. BY Katherine Holland
Brown, illustrated by James Mont
gomery Flagg. New York: Duftfeld
& Co.
Into the arid southwest goes girl OF
the east, pet Of fashion, much sought
by wooers, some titled. some rich. some
poor, some brilliant, and some just plain
WorshipclS. r re 80 --'3ct-
man, the reader instinctively feels when
they inst lD.E mo- a. .t.vD
The experiences of this exotic creature in
the dry plains are wildly told. Incident
ally is presented a picture of society life
on the frontier, the efforts of the exiles
from home, who are bound to career IN
the wilderness for commercial reasons,
to soften the asperity Of their surround
ings, the almost fevered endeavors OF
these transplanted rcolonists to amuse
themselves in the midst of the grim
realities of desert life. This author has
unquestionably lived the life of the south
west until she carries her reader with
her through the mesquite and across the
dusty plains. Better things than even
q" mite il So sood as 1t is, should Iv.-
low from this pen.
THE PATE n NO r E r. RUBY. BY
Charles Edmonds Walk, author OF
1.-The Silver Blade" etc. Illustrated
by ]. V. McFall. Chicago: A. c.
McClurg & Co.
An internationally celebrated ruby, a
murder mystery. the appearance Of
swarthy representatives of some Asiatit
tribe. the efforts of young police de-
tective to solve the problem and dua
romance furnish the materials for this
we'll balanced and admirably constructed