Evening star., 1913-11-29

| for the making of any book of travel
/ The ability to see things, the gift Of pic
! ture-making and the power to animate
scenes with history lie at the bottom OF
his notably interesting travel work. These
three inspire all the miles of this particu.
| lar journey, which stretches from New
| York to Panama by way of Cuba and
Jamaica. then crosses the isthmus and
coasts the western shore as far south as
Peru and north again to the Golden Gate
| Along the way Mr.. Peixoto is busy COM
posing scenery into pictures, each q To-
cused, balanced significant thing. char
acteristic of the region that it represents
! These pictures. one and all, too. are slip
ped back four hundred years or so and
animated by the spirit that discovered and
| celebrated them. One sails the Spanish
Main. under this guide, with the old buc-
caneers-with Pizarro, Balboa, De Soto
with Hawkins. Drake and Morgan. He
journeys hither and yon in Peru in the
footsteps of Pizarro. When. however. ad-
venture is afoot. like climbing the Andes
on the Oroya railway, then history slips
away. One is in the present. thrilled with
the seeming hazard of this stupendous ex
perience. Innumerable pictures. admir-
able pictures of wide range, supplement
the text OF this volume, a feature which
no travel book can afford to disregard, no
matter how inspired his text may be. AS
a piece of bookmaking this turns out to be
d very ldlUSOfIlc dliu iAhPA SoSASS voANAS'
MISS SANTA CLAUS OF THE PULL
MAN. BY Annie Fellows johnson,
author of 1.-The Little Colonel
Stories" etc. ii ustrated by Reginald
Birch New York: The Century Com
pany.
Wilrm and Libby-four and seyen-both
tagged with name and destination. were
on the Pullman going to their father who.
by some queer management known only
to grown folks had found new mother
for them. At any ordinary season a new
mother would have been a matter of tre-
mendous excitement to them. But this
was Christmas time. And their small
sky. from zenith to horizon, was filled
with the single splendid figure of Santa
Claus They themselves were keyed TO
one big thrill of anticipation For weeks
they had talked of no one else. Ihey hiid
sent him daily messages up the cniihiey
They had written him letters-Will'm by
pictures, Libby in print And in the De-
lief that this glorified being, like God. had
a decided preference for good children.
they had brought Grandma Neal almost to
weeping by steadily growing incorruplipiy
"gooder" So. on the Pullman, httie
frightened and a good deal lonesome, they
snusgIed together and whispered ABOUT
Santa Claus Then the train stopped
little chorus of bells jingled outside a
sharp hoof like that of a reindeer tapped
the frozen ground, and a gay boy1sh voice
out there called Goodbye, Miss santa
Clausr What an amazing thing! Ana
down the car aisle, coming straight To-
ward them, was a radiant creature al
scarlet coat arms laden with red-berrled
holly wreaths. And She sat down, rient
across, smiling their way all the tline-
From here the story goes on with MISS
Santa Claus spreading delight and COM
fort over these lonesome little travellers,
and tucking them up in sheer happiness
i'm a way to make the real old Santa Claus
SIT I'D and take a tuck in any loose ana
careless behavior that time may nave set
upon him Every child, however many
wears he NAV have had thrust upon nl1ii,
will love this natural, human, tender, ht-
tie Christmas story.
THE DRUMMER OF THE DAWN. BY
RAYMOND Patton. New York: Dodo
Mead & Co.
This is the story of a short life, OF the
swift flaming up of genius In a little
how. of its sudden snuffing oNt in sad
and tragic fashion. 1t Is the story OF
'.Tinwhumpinny, as he was whimsicaily
rechristened by Aping-Ayres, one OF the
motley crew of writer's. actors. poets,
Christian Scientists. Yogis. Buddhlsts'
Rishops and Bohemians that in all sea-
sons foregathered at the house of little
Philips aunt, Lady Blanche Arganei-
And what does Tinwl umpinny mean?
said Philip laughing over his new queer
name ITO foreign and, regret TO ado,