The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-06-11

the table Is more to be pitied than con demned."
 "The Red Roomy by William Le Quex Gittle, Brown 6, Co.,, Boston0 $l.5O
 How a famous scientist and his daugh- ter are murdered, their bodies horribly de- faced, and then for these two to come to life again, is most entertainingly set forth in the .'Red Room The plot Is so com plicated, so ingenious. that the reader is kept delightfully."- mystified to the very end. The author elaborates with great deal of cleverness all of his uncanny facts. The complications arising from such a state of affairs as that of the find- ing of the dead body of Professor Greer in his study quite dead, with his face ter ribly disfgured by some acid, may better be imagined than told by this reviewer That the nations of the world are anxious to obtain possession of something that the professor has just invented forms the alleged motive for his murder, but who, and how? This must be solved by the clever detective at work on the case. This detective has all the adriotness and re- sourcefulness of the best in fiction with some notable qualities of his own added The author has devised and eleverly made much of an unusual situation. To some extent the readers credulity is strained when he is expected to believe that the man shown to be dead is travel ing on the continent. Nevertheless the
 book holds a days pleasure for the reader.
 For Truth and Freedom: Poems of Com
 memoration," by Armistead c. Gordon. | CNeale Co.,, New YorlS), SIPS.
 These are true poems. It is delight to
 read the flowing lines, a delight to praise
 their grace and to point others to their | beauty. To show the spirit of the little | volume let us take some stanzas of the
 poem read June g, 1903, at the dedication
 of Sir Moses Ezekiel's monument to the
 cadets of the Virginia Military Institute
 who fell in the battle of New Market, Va.
 May 15 1864.
 How shall the eternal fame of them bs told.
 Whol dying in the heyday of lifes morn
 Thrust from their lips the chalice of
 bright gold
 Filled to the brim with joy, and went | forlorn
 Into the abysmal darkness of that bourn,
 Whence they who thither go may never more return?
 Freedom and Truth, these went beside l them there, | Marching to deathless death forever young and fair.
 Send the Cadets in-and may God for | givep' comed death.
 But Truth dies not, and Liberty shall live | Fen though youth wither in the can mons breath | And at the altar debonaire and gay, They moved into the front of an immor- tai day
 Battalion forwardp' rang the sharp commando Guide center!" and the banner was un- furled. Then, as of on parade. the little band Dressed to the flag. sad and, somber world
 Thrills with the memory of how they went blent.
 A worn and weary world in sorry weeps For high hopes vanished at life's sunny morn:
 Yet Truth, with eyes that never falter, keeps
 Her gaze on Freedoms face, that smiles in scorn Of death for them who wear the laurel crown, The early dead who died with an achieved renown.
 Creeds fade, faiths perish, empires rise and fall:
 And as the shining goes on his way, Oblivion covers with a dusty pail The life of man predestined to decay. Yet is there one thing that shall never die: The memory of the Dead for Truth and Liberty.