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from happy, dreamlike state to ono OF
impossible reality.
why not?"
You have said it yourself, Lou shall
with whom no decent woman would care
to link her fate"
Let us admit then" she said, almost
gayly, that I am not q decent woman,
for my J. fate is irretrtevably linked with
This is preposterous =" he began
But already she had interrupted him.
speaking quietly in that even. contralto
voice Of hers. which he loved to hear.
Luke" she said. you must try and un-
fully made up my mind. that nothing
that you could say would make me change
1t, unless you told me that you no longer
loved me. And this" she added, with the
ghost of a smile. you cannot now pre-
tend, Luke. after all that you said just
now. 1t is not that my mind wanted
making up. My mind has very little to
do with 1t all. 1t knows just as my heart
does that I could not now live without
you. I'm not talking nonsense, Luke
mental twaddle: therefore. when l say
that I could not now live parted from
you, l say 1T from the innermost convic-
ton of my heart. Sh-sh-dear," she
whispered. seeing that he wished to in
terrupt her. don't try and say anything
just yet-not just yet-until l have told
you everything. I want you to remem-
Der, Luke. that I am no longer very
young, and that ever since can remem-
Der anything, I have loved you. 1 must
have loved you even though I did not
know it. But IL you had never spoken
of love to me. If you had never written
that letter which I received in Brussels,
I probably would have been satisfied to
go on with my humdrum life to the end
of time: who knows? 1 might have found
contentment If not happiness, by and by
with some other man. We women are
meant to marry. Men are fond of telling
us that our only mission on earth is to
marry. But all this possible, quiet con-
tent one letter has dissipated. / could
never be happy now, never, save in con-
tinuing to love you. Life to me would be
unspeakably hideous without you and
your love. Therefore. I say, Luke, that
you have no longer any right to keep me
at arms length. You have no right, hav-
ing once come into my life. having once
given substance and vitality to my love,
to withdraw yourself away from me.
Love, dear, is bond, mutual bond. as
sacred. as binding as any that are con-
tracted on this earth. You-when you
wrote that letter, when first you spoke to
me of love-entered into a bond with me.
You have no right to force me to break
it."
(To be continued tomorrow
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interesting. Vivid with the thousand
and one unaccustomed engrossments and
excitements Of war time, rich in de-
tails Of immediate strenuous circum-
stance. ready in stirring episode.
violent in partisanship. hurt with a
hundred griefs. the whole spreads out in a
picture Of unquestfoned fidelity to both
the facts and feelings Of that one year
Of time in New Orleans. We, both
victor and vanquished. have grown
try was rocked with passion. And that
state Of overweight, unbalanced feel
ing, a most natural state, is what this
little book reveals. This is In no sense
history. If looked upon as history, 1t
has no value. AS a record OF human re-
action under supreme storm and stress
it is not only Of great interest. but OF
equally great value.
SOMETHING ELSE. A Novel. BY J.
Breckenridge Ellis, author Of 1.-THE
Dread and Fear Of Kings" etc. IL
Illustrations by Ernest l.. Blumen-
schein. Chicago: A. c. McClurg &
Co.
A New York story setting out with the
madcap street revelry Of New Year eve
Spraying in wide circuit from this point,
its swift progress includes motley band
Of people and episodes. A hero Of mys-
FERROUS parentage, milhonaires. g1lded
youths shop girls, midnight suppers. an
artist, an italian model, Black Handlers, q
murder. a mob. q riot. are all piled UP
here together. The whole resembles
nothing else quite so much as the first
day of May, crawled over from dawn to
dark by movers vans of household stuff
The title is mistake. Obviously, 1T was
meant to read Everything Else"
CAP'N JOE'S SISTER. BY Alice Louise
Leo With a frontispiece in colors
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Deeds 20 write plays after his hours OF
toll as . clerk In the city. He has become
engaged to be married to spubrette. who
has her rare periods Of employment. Peg
gy Harper must be taken as a fair type
Of the lower range Of English actress ~
with no art, passable good looks and only
talent for keeping virtuously at her
chosen line. The story OF Tatham's affair
stands as a usual experience. Neither
loves the other In truth, but fortunately
they are enabled to separate before mar
riage, leaving latham free to follow his
Of newly found popularity, with an ulti-
mate alliance with house Of title The
picture that Mr.. Herrick paints Of the
English stage Is not pleasant one. It
Is overcrowded. managed in the main Tor
profit and not for art. and altogether a
rather sodden institution. Perhaps he
overdraws 1t. It Is at all events highly
readable story.
THE NEW ENGLAND COOK BOOK.
By Helen 8. Wright. New York
Duffield & Co.
Many Of these recipes, which are sew
eral hundred in number. have been taken
out Of old scrapbooks and papers, and
represent the gastronomic tastes of an
other age and generation. But they have
stood the test Of time. and in some cases
are better than modern Innovations The
compiler Of these recipes says:
..You who prize an old brass kettle, >
pewter mug, q compete dish OF rare os
china because tradition clusters round II,
because eome ancestor has used II, may
enjoy these old-fashioned sweets and
recipes, and each year the luscious fruits
and fragrant flowers Of which many are
composed bloom as temptingly and cheer
fully as they did centuries ago. Perhaps
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tricks Of persuasion Some very splendid
literature, penetrating, mind-reading mat
ter, is treasured in more than one famous
confession" Some very engaging and
letters This is neither great. nor
merely beautiful literature. It's qualities
are good. though quite below greatness.
There Is here an easy hand that runs
then note Of power, It is fair realism.
1t is good psychology. 1t has an unusual
subject, and therein lies the chief stir
about 1t. This is a long letter from a
woman telling the man Of her heart why
she cannot marry him This why makes
the confession. It is the life story Of an
actress who at fifteen is started upon the
stage and backed by her seducer. In
substance this is the story Of a little girl
who is simply the product Of her sur
roundings, and who mutually has no more
sense of right and wrong than a kitten
has when it eats the canary. The story
opens out-and it does this unQualifiedly
well-to show through many ups and
this child's growth from a purely I'M
moral, pagan existence, to q womanhood
of high ideals and purity Of character.
THE JOURNAL OF JULIA LEGRAND,
New OrIeanst 1S62-1S63. Edited by
Kate Mason Rowland and Mrs. Nor
ris L. Croxall Richmond: Everett
Waddey Company. Washington:
This journal-"commended by its edi-
tors ito all Confederates, wherever
found, who love and remember the cause
to which their generous youth was
pledged, and to all their descendants,
the Sons and Daughters of the Con-
federate south"-is of a nature to en-
list the keen interest Of many outside
this circumscribed fold. 1t is very
human document. That is why it is so
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eugenics-but not the many-ruled. ex-
ternalized kind advocated in the pres
ent by class OF scientists. Yet, this
author. too, enlists in her service the
supreme discovery OF science, that OF
the evolutionary law of development.
The plan here set down is projected
into q future when society. under the
slow but inevitable movement of
growth. shall have been reorganized
to face squarely upon its supreme mis-
sion OF perfecting mankind through
it's children. Love is the instrument
of this progression. And the author
here makes exposition Of the evolution
of love. the true selectfve agency for
securing to mankind it's manifest des-
tiny. This process may be retarded
author, but 1t is no more to be avoided
than is any other Of the multiform
life movements Of the world. Along
the way, this serious and sincere
writer analyses the wave of feminism
now breaking over us. pointing Its
character. it's purpose and its logical
effects. Whatever personal view one
may take of this authors general at
titude toward our most time-honored
Of social institutions. general respect
is due her thoughtfulness, her pro-
found earnestness, her courage and
honesty.
TO NJ. L. G,. or He Who Passed. New
York: Frederick A. Stokes Com
pany.
This is advertised as '.One Of t1se
strangest books ever written" It Is hard
ly strange at all. A confession makes
peculiar appeal through an apparent sin
cerity yelling up from remorse and re-
pentance. This Is a confession. Letters.
also. carry the flavor Of intimacy and the
open heart. This is letter. Both con-
LESSONS and letters are hoary literary
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-03-02
BOOKS RECEIVED.

GERMAN FOR DAILY USE. Comprss-
M Conversations for JOurneysne
and for Daily Use I'm Town end
Country. BY E. p. Prentys. Ger
man revised by Frau Alma Bucner.
New York: William r. Perkins Com
pany.
THE MAN 1EOM JERICHO. BY Ed
win Garlic Litsey. New YORK: me
Neale Publishing Company.
THE LAUGHTER OF JESUS. By Ell
mer Willis Serl. author Of "Swayrns
Treetops," etc. New York; Inc
Neale Publishing Company.
IsRAEL,s PROPHETS. BY George L
Petrie. d. D. New York: The Neale
Publishing Company.
THE HILL OF VISION. By James
Stephens author of 'Insurrections
New York: The Macmillan Company.
THE TUDOR sHAKESPEARE-AM nD.
SUMNER NIGHTS DREAM. Edited
nv John w. Cunliffe. D. Lit. pro-
fessor Of English In the University
OF wisconsin New York: The Mac
milan Company.
THE ESSENTIALS OF SOCIALISM,. By
Ira B. Cross. Phi. d. New York: The
Macmillan Company.
THE WHITE SLAVE TRAFFIC IN
AMERICA. By o. Edward Janney.
M. D.. chairman of tho national
vigilance committee for the sup
preston of the white slave traffic
Published by the committee, New
York.
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By
BARONESS ORGY

slightest hesitation, 'I cannot face what
i lies before me If I remain"
| ''Why not?''
| For many reasons. There's Uncle Rad
| to consider first and foremost, tnen Eoe,
| and Jim and Frank"
What have they to do with it?"
| Everything. After the evidence at the
| inquest today a warrant Will De out Tor
my arrest within the next few hours
what Of it?''
1.-THE evidence against me is overwhelm
ing. l should be tried, perhaps hanged,
| for murder: at best sent to penal seryi-
| tude for life. I cannot chance that. l
| must think Of Uncle Rad, OF Eide, OF
Jim and of Frank"
1. ''You have yourself to think OF first and
| Foremost
| well" he retorted simply, II have
| with my own dagger-stick' brought up in
/ evidence against me, and my ill-feeiing
| toward-toward the dead man SO well
known, / can possibly escape condemna-
| tion.'
| He spoke in such even and perfectly
natural tones, that just for moment-it
was a mere flash-Louisa wondered II he
were absolutely sane 1t seemed impos-
| sible that any man could preserve such
| calm in face of the most appalling fate
| that ever threatened human being. She,
too, like the Indifferent. hide-bound off,
| ciai this afternoon, was seized with an
irrepressible desire to break through that
| surface OF Ice. The outer covering mus
| be very thin, she thought; her presenc.
must have melted all the GOODNESS that Ia
| Immediately below the surface. Withou:
| saying another word, quietly and simply
she came down on her knees Her skirts
had not swished as she did so. not g
| sound from her revealed the movement
When he looked up again, her face was
/ on a level with his, and her eyes-those
great luminous eyes, that shed no tears
at moments such as this-looked straight
| into his own.
"iror PHYS sake, LOU" he said, "don''
make driveiing coward of me now.
And he rose, pushing his chair aside
| leaving her there, kneeling beside the
desk, humbled and helpless. And he re-
treated within the shadow OF the room.
i Luke" she said. jmploring him. you
Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-03-02
by Arthur Hutchins. New York:
Frederick A. Stokes Company.

The title Of this story IL well chosen to
illustrate the position which Maria Pack
er occupied on the Island of Muskegus,
on the Maine coast. She was known gen.
orally as 'Cap'n Joe's Sister," because
Cep,n ICE ICE: was parsonage, commander
between the island and the mainland and
carried the mall He was a great favorite
with the rusticators, whom he ferried
back and forth and for whose delight he
made impromptu rhymes carefully
conned In advance.
Maria was, in truth. the better man of
the two, as was eventually acknowledged
Of her. Not until Cap'n Joe was threat
ened with the loss of his mail contract.
which meant his living and prestige. did
Maria begin to assert herself The story
of how she copes with the conspiracy
which has for its object the dethrone-
ment Of Cap'n Joe Parker from his proud
position and the serious financial injury
Of Aaron Bristol is brisk and entertain
ing, bringing into light q number OF we'll
drawn characters Of Maine coast life.
THE POSITION OF PEGGY. BY Leon
ard Merrick. New York: Mitchell
Kennerley.
Here We have an intimate, close-range
view Of the British stage, chiefly that
portion Of 1t which Is devoted to the
presentation of the or1rder forms Of the
drama, but ultimately glimpse Of the
young man Of no particular social stand
ing and no means OF his own attempts to
make his way on the stage and Is for
tuna.ely discouraged by an aff1uent uncle
early enough to keep him from degenerat-
ing into an occasionally engaged, hope
less hack. But he retains his love of the
dramatic form of expression, and pro-
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hands, and she stood close beside him
her breath coming and going in quick
gasps, with the suppressed excitement OF
latent self-sacrifice, her eyes glowing and
fearless, he half slid from the chair on
which he was sitting, and one knee was
on the ground and his face turned up to
hers.
He almost smiled as she repeated, with
little sigh:
IF you would only let Yourself CO.,
the level of driveling FOOLS he said.
God knows. Lou, it would be easy
enough now, when hold those lovely lit
| tie hands of yours, and the scent Of sweet
peas which comes from your dear self re-
minds me Of summer, OF old-fas hioned
gardens of enduring peace. Lou! I dare
no. even kiss your hands. and vet my
whole body aches with the longing to
press my lips on them. You see now
! easily L drift into being a driveling fool?
Would to God / could lie on the ground
here before you and feel the soles of your
feet on my neck. How lucky slaves were
In olden days, weren't they? They could
kneel before their mistress and she would
place her naked foot upon their necks. |
am driveling fool, you see-1 talk and
talk and let the moments slip BY am
going, Lou, and this is the vision which
l am taking with me, the last impression
which will dwell in my memory, when
memory itself will seem only dream.
me that your sweet breath rams my
cheek, your dear hands in mine. the
scent of sweet peas in my nostrils. The
light of this lamp throws a golden radt-
ance over you. your lips are quivering-
oh! ever SO slightly. and your eyes reveal
to me the exquisiteness of your soul. Lou.
am lucky mortal to have such vision
on which to let my memory dwell!
She listened in silence, enjoying the de-
light OF hearing him unburdening his soul
at last. His love for her! Never had it
seemed so great and SO pure, now that
quaint joy in hearing him thus rambling
on-he, the reserved man Of the world.
Convention had SO often sealed his lips
and restrained his passion when he was
still wandering happily with her on the
smooth paths Of love. Now fate had
hurled stone upon stone down that path.
The way was rugged and difficult, part
ing, too, was close at hand; all the re-
straint Of past months tore at the barrier
of convention. Luke, about to lose the
mortal presence of his love, allowed his
lips to say that which he had hidden in
his heart for SO long. The man of the
world lost himself in the man who loved.
When he had ceased speaking she said.
quietly:
'You talk, Luke, as II we were going
to part
boat to Calais"
my luggage can be sent on" she re-
Joined. simply. 81 am quite ready to
start
'aTo start?" he repeated, vaguely
why yes. Luke she replied, with a
smile. "if you go tonight, or at any time,
I go with you.''
"You cannot. Lou!' he stammered. al
most stupidity, feeling quite bewildered.
for he had been forcibly dragged back
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of color. In her portrait of Mrs. Bennett
blues are wonderfully combined; in the
portrait of Miss Perkins she has charm
ing harmony of color, and in the portrait
of Mrs. Ludington touch of green in
precisely the right place and quantity
gives an amazing effect and style. This.
Furthermore, is not peculiar to these few
canyases The portrait of Mr.. Lewis is
redeemed in a colorful sense from dull
ness by the introduction in the back
ground of phantom ship signals with
which all marine lawyers are familiar;
the portraits of Miss Irwin and of the late
Dickinson Sergeant. esq.,, both are relieved
by a touch of red at the throat. Miss
Beaux's color Is never blatant, but 1t is
strong and rich.
Gilbert Stuart is said once to have
boosted that he painted the works of
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you."
Nothing he replied. .curtly. troubles
me. You are wasting your. sympathy;
you know. And I have train to catch.
you are not going, Luke?"
Indeed am"
''You condemn yourself for crime
which you have not committed"
II am already as good as condemned.
But do not choose to hang for the MUIR
der of the Chaplain bricklayer's SON."
He laughed. It almost sounded like
natural laugh-would have done so, nc
doubt. to all ears except hers. Then ne
added, dryly:
being hanged for killing Paul Baker
Luke she said, simply. you don,t
seem to realize how you are hurting me-!
One ejaculation, MY God!' escaped
him then. He stood quite still. in the
shadow. and presently his hand wandered
smooth back of his head. She remained
on her knees, and after awhile he came
back to her. and sat down on the chat.
beside the desk, his eyes on level with
hers
Look here, LOU" he said. quietly, 81
have got to go, and that's all about 1t. ]
have got to, do you understand? The
consequences of this crime cannot be
faced-not by any one-not by me. There's
Uncle Rad to think of first. He is broken
and ill: he has more than one foot in the
grave. The trial and the scandal couldn't
be kept from him; it would be bound to
leak out sooner or later. 1t would be too
big q scandal, and it would kill him out
right Then you see, Lou. 1t would never
do! / should be Earl of Radcliffe and a
felon-it wouldn't do. now would it? Who
has ever heard of peer undergoing a life
sentence-or being hanged? 1t wouldn't
do-you know it wouldn't do
He reiterated this several times, with
quaint insistence. as IL he were discussing
with her the possibility or impossibility
of attending race meeting or ball In
Lent, she proving obstinate.
She did not reply, leaving him to ram
BILE on in his somewhat wild speech, hop
Ing that II she let him talk on unfnter-
ruptedly, he would sooner or later be-
tray something of that enigma which lay
hidden behind the wooden mask which he
still so persistently wore.
Besides" he continued, still arguing,
there's Frank to think of-the next heir
to the title believe that people in penal
servitude live an unconseionable time
especially IL they are wanted to die. Think
o poor old Frank waiting to come into
c1s own--into an old title held by felOn.
It is all much too much of a middle, Lou
1t is simpler that should go
But" she said, really trying now to
speak as simply, as calmly as he did
himself, "ali these arguments which you
are using now, Luke, will equally apply
If you make yourself a fugitive from JUS
tice.'
"Oh. shouldn't be that for very longy'
he said, lightly.
You are thinking of suicide?"
NO" he replied. simply, 81 am not
Only OF the chances of a wandering life.'
you seem to look at every chance
Luke. except one"
(Which ono Is that7"
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of these works that the medium never in
trudes itself Note. Furthermore. should
be taken of the structural strength of the
draWing-hOw in each instance the form
of the figure is felt beneath the clothing.
For example, turn again to the portrait
of Mrs. Bennett and observe how the silk
falls over the knees and with what evil
dent security the baby'S weight rests on
the mothers lap.
1t is not strange. perhaps. that with
her special gift and training woman
should paint woman as sympatheticaiy
and Understandings as does Miss Beaux,
but it is perhaps a little to be wondered
at that she should paint with equal skill
men, women and children. OF almost no
other living painter can this be SAID.
What is more. there is scarcely one VINO
paints hands as Miss Beaux does. giving
to them marked individuality and the
distinction of character. The hands IN
the portrait of Richard Watson Giiaer'
those in the portrait of Miss Glioer en-
titled The Silver Box ana !, mos the p par-
ticularly the hands and arms IN tne Poa
trait of Mrs. Durham. shouio ne
marked The last Is perhaps tecnn,cals
the most brilliant work SHOWN. anu one
which will gain DISTINCTION VIII go.
Rut one can not particularize; each pant
inc has interest and merit pecunar 10
itself Some persons will find most pi aT,s
IRE in such works as "Cynthia anu a..
Fledping" sketches made WIN sIeal ~
rectness and spontaneity; otheis W..
nrefar works more studiously wrought
the portraits of Miss Winsor ana or M; =,
irwin. others again, those WIN p,e N.an.
motive for instance 'Dorotnea anu ;, pn+
casca. - 1.-The Dreamer ana Auoe. 80
ali will agree that collectively ,at thav
tra;ts are more than engaging, tnat III.
are a manifestation of art OF q se 90, VI is
aammon order. and that washington -
,,,',er favored in having the prlvliese ~
axbih;tinp and viewing them Inc eAiii-
hilton will continue for forthis"''
-IIF. water color exhibition In the henil.
cycle hall Of the Corcoran Gallery Oh
AT closes tomorrow afternoon, ana " eo-
nesday. March 6, will be replaced oy q"
exhibition of paintings by Gardner Sy-
mons Mr.. Symons was born In Chicaeo'
studied first at the Art Institute In tnat
| city and then spent ten years ABROAD
| nrincipally in London, Munich and Paris.
ITnon his return to America In 1909 ne
took m his residence in Brooklyn, win
ming the same year the Carnegie prize al
the National Academy Of Design for che
most meritorious painting by an American
| artist. He Is member Of the Royal So
cietv of British Artists London: the Inter.
| rationale, Paris: the National Academy
nT Resign the Salmagundi Club and the
National Arts Club of New York and the
Society of Western Artists. He has re-
ceived numerous medals and honors,
among them, most recently, prize OF
| 81 600 in an exhibition at the National
! Arts Club. Mr. Symons has made a
best known for his winter pictures. His
style. however, is very different from
| that of Schofield, Redfeld and Charles
| Morris Young, who have also won special