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plains everything. The mans renewed
faith in woman who had Tilted him
practically at the altar, however. dis
tinctly rasps ones sense of poetic Justice
He himself admits to her after his COM
plete surrender that their reunion could
never have been brought about except
for that queer stone in the pocket of the
little red coat. Naturally, there is al
ways a reason. Human nature. The coat
is the one splash of gay color that weayes
in and out of a plot of tragic hue In the
end it yields happiness for the hero and
heroine, who. in accordance with the first
law of romance, must have first choice
in everything. but the bungalow loses Its
jolly master. and away off somewhere an
ancient squaw means out for a stolen
child who found his way to her heart.
THE FLOWING ROAD: Adventuring
ON the Great Rivers OF South Amer
lea. BY Caspar Whitney, author of
"A Sporting Pilgrimage" etc. With
maps and photographs by the
author. Philadelphia: J. B. Lippin-
cott Company.
Five separate expeditions are combined
in the authors account of his overland
and river explorations in South America.
Other travellers will know how to value
the experiences OF a man who has ven-
tured hardships and even his life to at
tain eye and foot knowledge of the vast
and practically unknown wonder world
that lies at our very door. but to the cas-
ual reader the books chiefest charm is its
descriptive beauty. This. for instance:
How awesome is the deep equatorial for
est in it's immensity. and how disappo.nt-
ing! 1t is not at all the picture of your
untutored Observation-Disclosures in fam
ing foliage and gay with the chatter of
wild life. 1t is somber and forbidding
and silent. 'Tis vast desert where you
may not venture without compass. for
neither landmark nor the stars attend
you; there is only the canopy of the trees
above and the tangle of underground be-
low and around. There is life in the deep
forest. bu. it is sly and noseless in keep
ing with the huge solitude it calls home" :"
The jungle is different. To see its hid
den life lone must pass behind the half
concealing drop curtain nature bangs
along the river bank-trailing, looping,
suspended things. with the actual tree
trunks looming vaguely amid blooming
vines" Fancy fifty-foot column Of
blue blossoms against it's shaded greens;
stretches of moss "glorified by brilliant
single colored flowers and huge trees
under 1.-The lovelest burden" Of blossoms
the yellow of gold-beautiful birds. re-
pulsive reptiles, animals that would be
unknown except for the zoo, and every
other creature thing that flies or buzzes
or crawls. Native life In the far corners
of this trackless country; its unWOrked
resources that would mean uncountable
millions in money; rare game for sports
man and epicure; a wonder way for the
man who loves nature-theSe are some or
the remarkable things dealt with in this
really wonderful book. In a foreWord OF
protest at the neglect of our nearest and
richest market, the author says of us:
I'VE are forever shouting about an open
door in the far east-yet here at hand is
one wide open which either We ignore or
enter irresolutely." This in face of the
fact that the last annual trade report
shows that 1--WE sold seventy-four mil
selling thirty millions to China and ia
pan, where exporters maintain ever an
alert and discerning trade eye.
THE RISE OF ROSCOE PAINE. By
Joseph G. Lincoln. New York: D.
Appleton & Co.
The atmosphere of Cape Cod is in this
story. as it is in almost all of Mr.. Lin
coins books. Indeed, the smell of dead
seaweed and fish, has much to do with
the story itself. as, had it not been for
these smells and their effect on the sensi-
tive olfactories of the wife of New
York multimillionaire, the-e might have
been no story. Roscoe Paine Is the son
of man who disappeared, with money
and a wife. neither of which were his
own. Roscoe grows up misanthrope;
his mother becomes a bedridden invalid,
and the pair retire to Cape Cod, where
they live under an assumed name. Then
come the multmilionaire and his 'ove'y
daughter. and then come the awakening
and the rise of Roscoe Paine" Cape
Cod dialect, perils by land and by sea
and the necessary heart interest with
the inevitable happy ending. make up the
story, which, while interesting, is hardly
up to Mr.. Lincoln's previous work. The
illustrations. which fit the text no better
than illustrations usually do, are by Ed
mund Frederick.
EVERYBODY'S SAINT FRANCIS. BY
Maurice Francis Egan. author of
Songs and Sonnets," etc. With pic
lures by NJ. Boutet De Monvel. New
York: The Century Company.
Poet, world student and diplomat, the
author is also Il loyal son of the church.
That he possesses. moreover, generous
desire to share Rome's saint with others
not his faith is evidenced by the hos
pitality with which he has taken his