Evening star., 1912-06-15

the one of parable in wrappings Of aim
lessness and undisciplne. Save for its
mere externals, the story of Mildred
Cover might be that of any one Of these
thousands of girls-except that under an
amazing fluff of airy foliage the roots of
Mildred Cover were sound with good
sense, intelligence, perception and stern
New England persistence. And SO she
paid the price in full. 1t is question
whether among the dozens of flesh-and-
blood people whom David Graham Phil
lips has created there be one more gen
timely real than this Mildred Cover.
Again the marvel of the man is upon US
in the full measure of his keen penetra-
ton. his grim honesty, his realistic ar
tistry.
THE STREET CALLED STRAIGHT: 4
Novel. BY the author of "The Inner
Shrine" illustrated by Orson Low
ell New York: Harper & Bros.
publishers.
An uncommon story, of anonymous
| origin, whose stamp of structure is
that it spreads and burrows around
single point instead Of making the l1neal
advance Of most novels. 1t is, in sum,
situation which the author works in
| tensiyely through the medium of believ-
| able human beings, who behave them
selves according to the dictates of COM
| mon human nature. Upon its under ana
menace of an embezzler's detection and
Imprisonment. 1t is the familiar story OF
trust diverted to personal uses Upon
it's outer surface the suspended marriage
of the embezzler's daughter to proud
and ancestored English youth makes
room for all sorts of revelation OF per
sonality and character There are de-
lightful people in this story-the lovable
and aristocratic rObber of original fair
intent his beautiful firm-fibered daughter,
the English suitor. a Quixotic young man
with half a million to lend and all the
lesser folks roundabout are of quite su-
perior quality and appeal The album
dance of to-and-fro talk among them is
not only the talk Of real people. but of
really clever people as we'll. Once in a
long while the reader is inclined to push
| the story forward. to make it go. in a
momentary fret over what, here and
there, seems to be an oyeranalySiS. an
overpolishing Of these characters. How
ever, il this be fault, it is a forgivable
one. paying i'm realism for the slight loss
of mere movement. A strong and en-
tertaining story.
MY FRIENDSHIP WITH PRINCE
HOHENLOHE. BY Baroness Won
Hedemann. illustrated from photo
graphs. New York: G. p. Putnam's s
Sons.
| One follows this scandalous and read
able reriliniscence with the same meas
! ure of indulgence that he gives to the
| open and unashamed avowals of child
| hood He is. however, constrained to &C
| cept it as veritable human document
! because it is SO frank, SO naive ad-
mission of the commonly protested but
| ever obvious fact that of all human
| traits vanity is the over-tOppingest. The
| confessional SO buoyant a recital may be
! called a confession-lays bare the thirty
year friendship between the Baroness Won
Hedemann. the confessor. and the great
| Prince Clovis zu Observation-Disclosures
furst, the dead-and- buried, not-able-to-
help-himself party Of the second part to
| this engagement. Under love and
Confidence" under poetry and moth
er-love'' the friendship advances with
| only such slight interludes according to
| this account. as the purely ravishing
powers of the baroness compel at the
! hands and hearts of a generally en-
thralled and helpless hlascuinity. \ few
phrases, gathered at random here and
, there from pages dotted and splashed all
| over with their like. make clear diagnosis
| of the baroness ailment-"the lovelies,
woman in Munich" you lovely child.
with your forget-me-not-eyes." my
| glorious Alex and so on. and so on. II
is not entirely past ones comprehension
| that the baroness. saturated in a COM