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knew what zey meant to do wiz you-zat
you would be safe
He turned away hurriedly. / saw him
brush his arm furtiyely across his eyes
! as he went below.
So there was danger. l had already
suspected it from the elaborate precau-
tions which had been taken; but now
Pierre's words and his withdrawal from
the expedition lent 1t a sinister signifca-
ton. l wondered what lay in store for
me on that shadoWy mainland; l Won
dered whether l should live to see the
dawn.
Wadsworth's head, emerging from the
round we'll forward, and Bailey's heavy
figure, lying prone in the angle OF the
PROV. alone broke the fiat expanse of the
foredeck There was little hope in that
direction. l crept to the port quarter and
leaned over the low bulwark. Tarpauin
cove now flashed astern of us, and the
light on Nobska point had risen over the
bow. The moonlit shore stood out clear
against the darkness. Would my strength
hold out? Could l make the passa7e in
safety? / gazed for an instant at the
kissing bubbling rush of waters over the
side then drew back for the final prepare
tons. A shadow fell across the deck,
ard, as l turned. a heavy hand clutched
me by the throat. Dicks face. distorted
by hate, glowered close to mine.
so" he muttered. 1.-The old man and
you have fixed it all up between you! He s
going to sell you Sylvia is he? Well,
We'll see about that"
/ struggled to free myself. but his hand
frightened, I gasped painfully.
You forgot l was in the engine room.
didn't you? Or perhaps you didn't care
whether l heard or not. Which was it?'
He emphasized the question by . jerk.
i began to choke.
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CHAPTER XV.-Continued.

I stood for an instant staring into the
mellow depths of the. night. The ole
sense of helplessness had again faller
upon me-helplessness, coupled with the
bitterness of defeat. The great eye yon'
DER losing it's CLEAN of hope. winked al
me sardonically; the boat. flashing through
the waters, seemed to be guided by re-
Ientless destiny, and the dim land toward
which she bore me lay under gray cloud
of doom. ] was startled by light touch
on my shoulder.
II am sorry m sieu'-a tousand times
sorry. Eef l had known ! might hat
warn you. But zey would not tell ME
Is zere angling l can do?"
| shook my head mo, thank you
Pierre. l can manage to pull through
somehow. Have you any idea what
they're going to do with me?"
mo. 'sieu'-excep' zey will take you
ashore
will there be any chance of escape?"
Il fear not. m'sieu'," he said. compass
sonately. Not wizout help
Couldn't YOU
I'm ordered to remain on re vessel
You see. zey-distrus' me-"
Ion my account"
He shrugged. Il spose so. ! go down
I'd take charge of re motaire now"
He advanced his hand with q timid
gesture. I grasped 1t warmly.
1T was good Of you to think of me,
Pierre"
"Oh! Eats nozzing-nozzing. Eef l only
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The designs for furniture, fabrics. stained
glass and interior woodwork are of un-
usual interest and to the student OF art
the portrait studies and sketches from
the draped models preparatory to adven-
lures in the field of illustration will be
found significant. In color some still life
painting is shown and some little land
scapes done as training in the normal
classes. The Pratt Institute. which is. by
the way. splendidly endowed. extends it's
influence by sending out from time to
time such exhibitions as are now set forth
here. 1t has at the present time three in
various sections of the country, and these
do not by any means supply the demand.
The director of art in the Pratt Institute.
Walter Scott Perry. was in Washington
the early part of this week, having lee
tured Monday evening before the Mu
nicipal Art Society of Baltimore.
4: !:
IN Wednesday evening F. Hopkinson
~ Smith gave a lecture before the
Washington Society of the Fine Arts,
which, being opened to the public, was
enjoyed by an audience of more than sew
enteen hundred. The subject was Certain
Art Fads and Their Parallels in Litera-
ture," but the lecture resolved itself into
discussion of the relative merits of real
ism and impressionism. Approaching both
styles of painting respectfully, Mr.. Smith
made patent the weakness of each I'M
pressionists he declared. said too little.
realists too much, the one leaving too
much to the imagination, the other moth
ing at all. Viberts missionary Story,
which sold some years ago in New York
for the price of a brownstone 'front.'.
he compared with some of Millets paint
ings, showing the finality of interest In
the one. the continuance of significance In
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pirant for the hand OF the lovely girl
whose fortunes are finally aided by the
Irresistible Patsy, undertakes to separate
two belligerent Irishmen on the occasion
OF the meet OF the beagle hounds The
spectacle OF Mr.. Boxail brought to earth
by bag of SCOT which divests him of his
artificial eye and puts him temporarily
out or the running for Miss Lestrange
Is an achievement. Nothing richer has
recently been done than the narrative of
PADDY Murphy. trapped a burglar in
the great house at Castle krock, saving
his way to liberty in full view of the
crowd on the lawn gathered to follow the
MOUNDS, pursued across country by a mob
run to earth in a hollow tree and then
most cleverly outWitting his pursuers
ana Wreaking vengence upon his inform
er. There is not dull page in Patsy"
THE BIG GAME OF AFRICA. BY Rich
ard Tjader. illustrated from photo
graphs by the author. New York:
D. Appleton & Co.
There has been strong current Of
African hunting literature for the past
few months Whether this is due TO the
popular interest in Mr.. Roosevelts hunt
ing expedition is not material. The point
of chief interest at present is that these
books that tell of the killing of lions and
hippopotami, alligators, buffaloes. leopards,
elephants. wart hogs, zebras, CRATES, an
telopes and other creatures, are more or
less alike. They age almost invariably
personal narratives. They describe the
country and the climate. give detailed
accounts of preparations and narrate with
more or less dramatic quality the stalk
ing Of the wild beasts, narrow escapes
from horns and teeth and claws: ana
some matter regarding the political con-
ditions. The present author, following
these lines, gives some interesting scien-
tific facts. adding a chapter on the gov
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heights and depths while waiting daily
for the miracle of Midas to come to pass.
a love story goes it's tragic way through
this saturnalian quest. Perhaps no one
else, since Bret Harte made the miners of
California picturesque and romantic fig
ures. has better than this author caught
the spirit and projected the form of in
stinctive deadly struggle between man
and man. with both in the grip of some
thing outside Notwithstanding mon
strously vast and Indifferent. 1t is
brutal story of naked human nature set
in world of sheer force.
THE PATH OF HONOR: A Tale Of the
War in the BOeage. BY Burton f.
Stevenson, author of AT Odds With
the Regent Philadelphia: J.
B. Lippincott Company.
BY constitution romantic and by habit
d raconteur, Burton Stevenson. when his
demon begins to stir. knowingly retreats
out of these fusty days of fact into some
colorful moving region. where meteS and
bounds fade away before the magic of
ina gination. France and the Gallo tenn
per, where and through which, at one
time or another, all things unbelievable
may come to pass, have so far yielded
generously to this authors arabesque in
vention, out of which a complete series OF
pure adventure is growing. The one in
hand employs by product of the French
revolution as its medium. group of
aristocrats, pursued and prosecuted by a
rabble of new citizens, strain the action
to high tension and swift change. Ground
a-plenty for involution here. Traps are
set and sprung with few and short inter-
missions. Every roadside clump turns
into a. tri-color ambuscade from which
ruffians spring to damn the wayfarer
with "Aristocrat.''-the two RS burning
like forty with fierce invective-as, for a
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way. sum the individual life in its daily
round of traditioned habit to the full
measure of national temperament, Gus
TOM and point of view. This last the
point of view. is a nus-head-with one
face turned infiexibly toward the past.
sphinx of immCbility. a victim of 1.-The
nlalady of orientaisn with the other,
it's features sensitive. playing responsive
to every passing mood of time and the
world. The interpretations that go along
with scene and incident, each touched
with the revealing play of humor and
the seasoned gertrude of experience.
make up the peculiar SAVIOR of this unique
and Ease mating study of Jananese life.
At the last the author refiectively and
significantly says: The longer one looks
behind the Shoji tScreen) the more diff
cult 1t becomes to make up ones mind
whether our little brown allies are three
parts admirable and one part objection
able. or vice versa. Just as some uneX-
pected evidence of ingratitude. some
ridiculous piece of mimicry or some ugly
streak of treachery makes one ready to
damn them utterly up crops a winning
virtue To compel admiration.
nance. BY Robert w Service, au-
thor of The Spell of the Yukon"
etc. Illustrations by Maynard
Dixon. New York: Dodd, Mead & Co.
Mr.. Service draws here big and vivid
story out from the Alaskan gold hunt of
nnety-eight. Himself among the first to
rush into this land of promise. the au-
thor visions the bizarre drama with
splendid vigor of outline color and at
mosphere. The fortunes OF young
Scotchnan gather within their range the
personnel of this adventure, wherein a
lawless band of men and women. lusting
for excitement above everything else. live
at the top or at the bottom of great
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you don't answer" he laughed. 'Well.
FL give you eternity to think 1t over IN. .
His other arm swept about my waist,
felt myself being forced back toward
The side of the vessel. The horror OF
Heath lent me strength, and with super
human effort broke from him. He made
a vicious lunge at me, and as we cllnched
/ stumbled, bearing him down heavily to
the deck
hen some one. grabbing me by the collar
lung me roughly to one side.
You fools!" Bailey's voice whispered.
And. as l scrambled to my feet. Mi
Haywards head appeared In the hatch
way.
whats this? What's this?" he de-
handed. angrily
Just a little boxing bout" said Bailey.
The honors seem t be even"
..Oh! Mr.. Renfrew?" The old man
.cowled at me.
Better ask sour nephew" l advised
-ulenly.
".Ah. | see" He swung on Dick, who
was standing beside Bailey. How often
have ] told you to keep your temper: Ii
this happens again I'll run you on the
island. Do you understand?
Dick shifted disdainfully. Mr.. Hay
wards eyes blazed with sudden wrath.
60 below he Numbered And stay
there until call you. You're not wanted
toni@ ht.'
The man obeyed with a shrug of indif-
ference Mr.. Hayward turned again to
me, but before he could speak there came
a low cry of warning from Wadsworth
forward. A slender pierhead doomed close
over the port quarter, and an instant later
the boat rubbed gently against the side
of a float
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arises the inevitable problem that con-
fronts the stage husband and wife. that
of deciding upon separate or joint cheat
rical careers There is a prejudice on the
part of theatrical managers against en-
gaging couples. 1t is not always easy to
place the husband and the wife In ade-
quate roles in the same company. Jeal-
OusieS are rife at best in this mimic world
and they are particularly troublesome I'M
der matrimonial conditions. In this story
the issue is precipitated in circumstances
to arouse the readers keenest sympathy
for both the man and the woman and
the problem is not solved until disaster
has been closely approached. These
glimpses of stage life are calculated to,
increase the respect and admiration OF
the theater-going public for the men
and women who, with answering devo-
ton to their art, arc contributing to its
entertainment.
PATSY. BY II. Dc We're Stacpoole. au
thor of The Crimson Azaleas, etc.
New York: Duffield & Co.
1t is to he hoped that Mr.. Stacpoole
will not neglect Patsy in the future. This
young Irish boy, who acts as the god
in the machine in a divertins romance
of the old sod. and helps materially to
bring about n happy solution Of tender
romance, deserves to be perpetuated in
circumstances giving his unmistakable
talents, free swing. Patsy is a rare
creature true son of Ireland, resource
full quick witted quick at repartee. faith
full and yet not progressed beyond &
devout belief in the SuperStitfonS that
infest his native land. Mr.. Stacpoole's
story gives full play to his humorous
nature. He is especially successful
throughout this tale in presenting scenes
chapter twenty-one, when the unfortunate
Mr. Boxall member of parliament and as
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the other. For three summers. Mr.. Smith
said, he has been sketching in Venice
with Aston knight, whom he character
lied as the best living painter, since
Thaulow is now gone. of running water.
and Monet, the great French impression
list. The way the latter painted the sky
he described minntely. expressing admira-
ton. but adding that it was the same
sky, always Monet's sky. In a few words
Mr.. Smith explained the impressionist s
theory of color which is upbuilt upon SCI
entific truths: then accrediting them with
the accomplishment Of ,heir desired re-
suit, the transcription of sunlight, he
said that there was one today who was
able to attain the same result by much
simpler means. To SorOlla he paid the
highest tribute, declaring him the great
est painter that had ever lived. not ex-
cepting even the great masters. Some
may challenge this statement, but all will
accept the definition which Mr.. Smith
gave of a great work of art. which is
not only worth repeating, but remember
ing. 1t is. he said. work which for
the greatest number of years has given
pleasure to the greatest number OF peo-
pie.
In conclusion. Mr.. Smith spoke with en-
thusiasm and admiration of the work that
is being done by American artists. pay
ing high tribute to 1nness. Hunt. Fuller
and others who have passed away. and
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man, rushing my flank met me with a
dubbed revolver, and before could duck
the cruel blow had caught me on the
head.
When 1 came back to a. daZed conscious
ness, Anderson, bending over me. had
snapped a handcuff on my wrist, and.
with a dexterous twist, was slipping Its
mate on his own.
| Now" he growled. .'if you try such
tricks again you've got t take me With
you. NUNS the word, you know.
He pulled me to my feet Mr.: Hayward.
motioning US to follow. climbed the gang
plank and led the way along the pier to
the shore. AS we struggled after him
noticed in a vague sort OF way that the
men were all masked.
| BY this time my head had begun to
throb terribly. and sharp pains kept chas-
| ing each other back and forth across my
eyes. l was haZly aware of a narrow
path winding up through dense shrubbery.
of the mems dark figures in front OF me,
| of patch of mooniit lawn beyond Ifen
Mr.. Hayward, turning aside on the edge
Of the open space, stole cautiously into a
clump of bushes. The others crawled in
after him. Anderson dragging me down
roughly into a veritable tangie of tWlgs.
Sick and dizzy. l tried to struggle into a
me fiercely.
None O. that" he muttered.
you hurt me-" l complained.
'I'N hurt you worse If YOU don't keep
quiet. can you feel tnaI! re pFeSSeu
| the cold muzzle of a revolver against my
cheek.
| / made no further resistance.
In the dull moonlight, which filtered
down through the heavy foliage. l could
dimly make out the forms of Mr.. Hay
| ward and Wadsworth, squatting on the
ground an arms length away. Bailey
| had crept to the outer fringe of the
bushes, and, lying fiat on his stomach.
appeared to be watching. AS | looked
Mr.. Hayward leaned over and gave him
something. He took it without turning
| his eyes from the clearing in front.
There followed a long silence. The old
man and Wadsworth sat like two carven
figures; Bailey remained in rigid atten-
ton at his post. A light breeze. rustling
through the shrubbery, parted the leaves
before me, and in the tiny vista l caught
a glimpse of Dubois house. standing in
ghostly outline on the farther side of the
lawn. Something wet and sticky began
to trickle down over my forehead and
run into my eyes. l leaned forward to
shake it out but Anderson jerked me
back sharply. And, on the instant, Bailey
raised his hand.
Out Of the deep stiffness of the night
there came the soft steady crunch OF
footsteps. Mr.. Hayward. turning at the
noise motioned to Wadsworth. who crept
forward silently. Bailey climbed slowly
to his knees.
(To be continued tomorrow.l
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CHAPTER XVI.
The Gentle Art of Burglary.

In the dead silence which followed Bal
lev Jumped ashore and dashed the vessel
to the float. Anderson appeared from the
hatchway with a heavy bag, which he
handed to MIR. Hayward, then turned to
me, as the old man and WadsWorth
clambered over the side. l measured the
distance to the landing with my eye.
PUT out your f1ipper," said Anderson,
displaying a pair Of handouts.
l made as though to obey him, then,
lodging suddenly. leaped for the shore.
My foot slipped on the float and threw
me- But l was up in an instant. fighting
my way blindly through the group of
men toward the gangplank. 1 struck out
wildly right and left, knocking Bailey
clean off his feet with the fury of my at
tack I drove at Wadsworth, but the old
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reminding his audience that today there
are many in this country OF equally high
purpose who We're giving their lives to art
and producing work Of high order OF
excellence. In introducing Mr. Smith,
Mr.. Page said that he was not only YER
satile, but that everything he did he did
well, and that he had. moreover, the fac
,llty of getting sunshine into his books.
his pictures and his lectures Certainly
it is true for even when exposing Ger
tain fads' he made his hearers think bet
ter and not worse of art.
CPECIAL interest was attached to the
- lecture given by F. Hopkinson Smith
at Continental Hall this week on account
of the collection of paintings by some of
the great French impressionists which s
now on exhibition in the Corcoran Gal
lery At no other time would 1t have
been possible to so directly turn from eX-
position to example. 1t should be remem-
bered however. that no very recent work
is included in the Corcoran Gallery exhi-
bition, and that while representative ex-
amples are shown. very extreme work IS
not displayed The motive. the power.
which has quickened modern art. is mani
tested in the paintings comprehended In
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BOOKS RECEIVED.
THE GUIDE SERIES-N GUIDE TO
HvSTnRN. E0r Young

THE GUIDE SERIES-A GUIDE TO
ENGLISH HISTORY; For fOunE
People. Bv Henry William Elson
author of "A Guide to United states
History" etc. New York: The ia
ker & Taylor Company. Washing
ton: Ballantync & Sons.
THE WANDERING JOY. BY j. n
Wetherill New York: Broadway
Publishing Company.
"FORGET IT, BY Ida Won Claussen
New York: Broadway Publishing
Company.
THE GIFT OF THE GRASS, Being the
autobiography Of n Famous Racing
Horse. BY John Trotwood Moore
author of "A Summer Hymnal. etc
illustrated by c. Patrick Nelson
Boston: Little. Brown & Co.
TRANSITUS IN IJCEM: Other Verses
In Memory of or by Louise BeecheE
Chancellor. Norwalk, Conn: The
Fairfield Company.
GEMS OF THOUGHT. BY Emma
Hughes, author of Messages OF
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this collection, and it is this which is of
chief significance.

this collection, and it is this which is of
chief significance.
THE Corcoran Gallery's permanent col
lection has been quite rearranged in
rehanging. The Helping Hand" which
has hung for so long at the end Of the
east series of galleries. is now In the
place Of honor in the old portrait gallery.
which is losing its distinctive character
and becoming cheerier in effect despite It's
skyline OF Presidents. The lnneSs land
scape, a mastery work. has been moved
from the first American room to the
second. where it greets the eye OF the
visitor as soon as he or she ascenos the
stairs. Penelope" by Carr Meich eds
merly hung and is flanked by Albert
GrelTs picture Of the Arizona desert and
f. w. Redteld's prize picture Of two or
more years ago, THE Island AleXan-
der Harrison's marine occupies the CEN
trail place on the east wall of the third
American room. wherein has been tenn
porarily hung as loan Shannons por-
trait of lady in a white satin gown
shown in the recent exhibition Inc
little southwest gallery. which some day.
perhaps, may be entirely given over TO
works in this medium. The metropolitan
Museum is assembling collection OF
wa er colors but WIN tnis eAcep'ioh iie
Corcoran Gallery stands almost alone in
it's acquisitions Included in the Cor
coran Gallery group are two paintings
by F. Hopknson Smith. one view on
the Seine the other of Venice. Mr. Mil
let's decorations will probably be shown
in the second American ROOM
N exhibition Of oil paintings, water
colors and pastels by Theodore }.
Morgan is being held in galleries at 112j
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Truth" New York: Cochrane Pub
fishing Company.
THREE CRIMSON DAYS. BY Harrison
Patten. New York and Washington:
Neale Publishing Company.
\ FOOL on \ ROOF, ri in Arcadia
Ego; Other Poems. BY Jean Wright.
Boston: Richard e. Badger
PSYCHISMS THROUGH ANyERNETTA
GREENE. Volume Z. Newark Pub
lished by the author.
CATALOGUE OF VALE UNIVERSITY.
10IO-li. New Haven: futile. More
house e. Taylor Company.
HANDBOOK OF AMERICAN INDIANsv
North Of Mexico. Edited by Freder-
lex Webb Hodge. In two parts.
Part H. Smithsonian Institution.
Bureau OF American Ethnology.
Bulletin 30 Washington: Govern
ment Printing Office.
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officials and the missionaries OF
the African hunting region and appends
a chapter on the ki-Swahili language.
with vocabulary and speaking exercises
that should enable the future venturer
into these wilds to make himself fairly
we'll understood and to comprehend the
talk OF his native assistants. There are
numerous photographs. including the
usual dead creatures and other trophies
of the hunt
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BOOK REVIEWS.

THE COMMERCIAL POWER OF con-
GRESS: Considered in the Light
of Its Origin. BY David alter
Brown Phi. D., of the New York
bar. New York: G. i. Putnams
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AN exhibition of oil paintings, water
"A colors and pastels by Theodore j.
Morgan is being held in galleries at 1925
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BEHINn THE SCREENS IN JAPAN:
An English WOman's Impressions of
Japan. BY Evelyn Adam. New
York. G. p Putnams Sons

Within tie first fv .nutes this de
Hghtfui Englishwoman has it all her own
was with the reader. as from behind her
screen she gathers the intimate expert
ences of six years in this most charming
gossip about the inside of japanese life.
Pictures and anecdotes in hundreds, each
. revealing bit well nigh perfect in its
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JRINCf the interstate commerce
agitation of the last llalf-doZei
wears or SO the Constitution
was shaken, aired and inspected
more thoroughly than in all I'M