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liant embroidery Such reds. such blues
and glowing browns one seldom sees
Color is very like music in its appeal. and
these pictures by Mr.. Closson are IKE
notes from some exquisite Rhapsody.
Scarcely in a single instance is a figure
outlined, and yet there is no suggestion
of evasion, of timidity or carelessness-
the outline is merely discarded as nom
essential-understood. This, the ability to
do this, falls little short of genius. DOUBT
less Mr. Closson has been influenced by
Monticello, but he does not initiate him.
Upon nature he looks with his own eyes
and his transcriptions he coaches In his
own terms 1.-THE play at Wellesley" was
an actual scene and is vital and con-
vincing, but it has the loneliness OF a
jewel, and the exquisite surface which Is
sometimes found on old wood the
Meeting of the Lovers and 1.-The Part
dramatic in effect, fanciful and appealing
stage pictures. dream pictures-as you
please. but very charming pictures Tor
the eye to rest upon. ShopplnN is
another suggestive theme-Ayoungmother
supposedly STOPPING with interest to view
some attractive sight which has come
in her little sons range of vision. But
it is not the theme one cares about, but
Were these less knowing they would not
signify, were they less sensitive they
would make no appeal. When attention
is directed, as it is at present, to dis
regard for what might be called the
amenities of beauty and the laws Of art,
such work as this is Of peculiar interest,
showing conclusvely that art itself is
bigger than terms, and that beauty is
something more than any one definition:
that, in fact, when all is said and done
it is impossible to separate one from
the other-where there is art there is
also beauty.
Mr.. Closson began his artistic career
as wood engraver, working for the
Century and other magazines. Thus he
gained proficiency In craftsmanship and
skill in technique. Only in comparatively
recent years he has turned to painting
and developed the sense of color with
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Birth Rate by Commission.
From the Chicago Record Herald.


Alarm in France over the low birth rate
is no new thing. 1t is chronic with the
politicians. and now a commission has
been appointed to investigate causes and
suggest remedies. This commission may
present an interesting exposition OF con-
ditions and causes. but what can 1t or
any similar body offer as remedies
Jacques Bertillon, an eminent statistician,
would have the people taught that the
child is a burden which the father sup
ports for the entire community, would re-
gard three children as the payment of a
debt by the family to the state, would
grant the contributing parents a remis-
sion of taxes. and it appears that this
plan for remission of taxes has been
adopted by other countries But that the
lives of millions of people can be modified
by any such scheme is more than doubt
full.
The states interest i'm the birth problem
is primarily an interest in the strength
to be derived from numbers and may be
ascribed largely to the traditional ideas
concerning war and natiOnalism. II you
are putting up people to be killed sixty
millions will go farther than forty. But
no man or woman will be influenced In
the family relations by the thought Of
bringing children into the world ito be
used as targets for Krupp guns.
The individual is affected just as little
by loud lamentations over race suicide.
That may mean race suicide in the larg-
est sense covering the human race, or the
reference may be to apart1cular race, while
in this country II the term be used in the
restricted sense it must signify national
suicide, since We have all the races. 1t
brings us back to the slaughter again.
Have many children SO that they may be
killed. This is a plea that emphasizes the
criminal folly Of war. but 1t will never
produce large families. nor will any other
thought that emanates from a political
authority. The problem is personal
one, to be decided, so far as the will of
the person may decide, by considerations
of various kinds over which the family
court has full jurisdiction. -.
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sickness and he was so weak that ne
could scarcely move, but his spirit SEEM
ed to be altogether unquenchable.
I'm going to settle with them now
he declared, ''and-don't you interfere
again, Sallie. I've stood all I'm going to
stand from you, too. You've got to fancy
!! yourself far too much. my girl! Listen
here! Next time 1 have to talk to you,
it'll be with that"-he pointed to heavy
kourbash of hippOpotamus hide hanging
from a hook on the paneling-"and, by
all that's holy. If I've to begin, I'll lace
you from head to heel with it-as 1 should
have done long ago."
The girl shrank as if he had actually
struck her with it. She knew he was
even capable of carrying out that threat.
Where's Jasper Slyne?" he demanded,
in a low whisper. almost exhausted.
ION deck above with Reuben YoXall,"
she told him.
Send him down here to me- 1 must
get up out of this. Today's Sunday, isn't
it? What was our position at noon?
She told him at once exactly, and he
seemed content to rely on her nautical
knowledge. He nodded as if satisfied.
That's all right. Off you CO. now. And
don't forget what I've said to you. Tell
Slyne to look sharp-and stand the men
OFT somehow till l get on deck he snap
ped. she hurried away.
She did not know what might have hap
pened overhead while she had been be-
low, and heaved heartfelt sigh of relief
as, gaining the open air again. she saw
that the two men she had left there were
still at the rail, unframed. Only one of
them looked round as she approached,
and 1t was to him she spoke.
Capt. Dove wants you to hurry Jas
per- she said, and he went below in his
turn. not altogether unwillingly.
AS he disappeared behind her she
glanced down at the main deck, alive
with armed men, as evil-looking crowd
as could be recruited from the purlieuS of
Hells Kitchen or crimped from the Hole
in the Wall. The flush on her face died
away.
What are they waiting for. Rube?" she
whispered to the big man at the top OF
the steps. whose steady glance seemed to
have such "A repressive effect on them.
Sunset, l suppose" he answered, in
maybe wait till it's dark before they be-
gin. Better go below again. Sallie.''
She shook her head and said No"
aloud, since he was not looking at her.
And he did not urge that precaution. The
sun was already nearing the steamy
horizon.
The sullen. lowering looks of the ill
favored assemblage about the hatch fore
told the fate which threatened her and
him.
But they won't shoot you. Sallie,' he
said. giving voice to his only fear in a
shaky whisper, his soul in his honest
eyes as he glanced wretchedly round at
her
She laid a clnched hand on the rail
and opened it slightly. Don't worry
about me, Rube, she whispered back
very matter Of fact, while he gazed as if
fascinated at the thin blue phial. with its
red danger label, resting In her rosy
palm. Il always carry a key that will
unlock the last gate of all. So there's no
need to worry about me. l just wish
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) R&R>kAIMg LITERATURE o5az All

with pertinent WHY'S enough to fit all our
cases You will find. too. that your own
particular why could not have been stated
more exactly by yourself. or pictured
more transcriptively than it Is here one
gets the. impression through the induolt-
able knowingness of this writer. that ny
some magic she has been at one time ana
another the party of the first part in each
of these momentous domestic WINS
Rather, however, has she taken pains 10
set down no more than We ourselves nave
seen without writing IL out as this au-
thor has so convincingly done.
THE PRINCIPLES OF PHYSIOLOGY.
BY John Gray Mckendrick, NJ d.,
LII D. emeritus professor of physi-
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do you. Jasper" she asked, with very
ptiful infection in her low. musical voice.
Every word" he answered her. prompt
ly. If you don't believe me, go down
and ask Capt. Dove"
She turned away from him again to
hide the effect of his curt reply. But her
dropping shoulders no doubt betrayed
that to him. He pulled out cigar case.
and. having lighted a rank cheroot with
languid elaboration, pulled that contem-
platively
Il will go down and ask Capt. Dove -
she said to herself, at length, with tremu-
lous courage. and was moving toward the
companion hatch when she heard from
the other end Of the ship sudden. omi-
nous discord-a sound such as might have
come from a nest Of hornets about to
swarm. There seemed to be something
wrong forward and she faced about again
instantly.
Peering through the hurtfuI sunshine
with anxious eyes. her scarlet lips COM
pressed and resolute, she saw that the
lookout had turned on his half-baked
feet to stare from the fo'c'sle into the
we'll deck behind him. The officer of the
countermarch and was also gazing down.
ward i'm that direction. Even her self
confident companion had started up from
his idle posture in obvious alarm.
A figure darted up one Of the two lad
ders which led to the bridge. The officer
other at the same moment. as II to avoid
the newcomer. and was making his way
aft, unhurriedly, yet at speed. He did
not look back, but she was aware OF
other figures which also had appeared in
a moment from nowhere and were follow
ing him on tiptoe. under cover where 1t
could be had. Once a flash, as of flame,
amidships almost forced from her lips a
wild cry of warning, but that was only a
CLINT Of sun on gun barrel where the
hrnwninp left
steel bright. And he, seemingly unaware
of the danger behind him. reached the
poop unharmed-a big, fair, bluff-looking,
broad-shouldered man in shabby blue sea
uniform.
At the foot OF the narrow stairway by
poop he called softly up to the girl at the
rail above: They'll be at our threats in
a minute, Sallie. Get you away below,
auckland warn the old man.
At the top of the steps he stopped. and
turned and stayed there. blocking the
stairway with his great body. And the
armed ruffians swarming aft in his wake
slackened their pace. then hung back
about the hatch on the deck below. But
each had finger crooked on the trigger
of a ready rifle. The simplest word or
motion misplaced at that first moment of
crisis must have precipitated the murder
that was to be.
The girl had obeyed him promptly. IL
without appearance of haste. and. once
out of sight of the mutineers, there was
no need to study her steps. She darted
across the dim. daintily appointed saloon
below, and. having knocked imperatively
at one Of the two doors on that side of
the ship. entered. without waiting for
any permission the Stateroom into which
it opened.
1.-The men have broken out, Capt.
Dove" she cried, breathless a little. her
bosom heaving. They're coming aft
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THE kIPLING READER; for Upper
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ANTOINE OF OREGON; n story Of the
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you'd say you forgive me all the trouble
I've brought on YOU"
There's nothing to forgive, lass" he
asserted. stolidly, and looking away
again as though her appealing regard
had hurt him, was taken with gulping in
the throat.
Two or three of the mutineers had be-
gun to knock loose the wedges securing
the tarpaulin cover of the after hatch,
through which alone access to the ship s
magazine was to be had.
There's no use in trying to stop them
at that" he said, as IL to himself Its
only matter of minutes now, l suppose.
And"
Dutch courage is cheap enough" said
a contemptuous, sneering voice in the
background, and the sound of shuffiing
footsteps succeeded 1t. The men on the
main deck were gazing past him. handling
their rifles, muttering hoarsely. moving to
get more elbow room. The girl beside
him had turned at the words. but he kept
his eyes steadfastly on the foremost Of
the fermenting murderous rabble below.
Go be continued tomorrow
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there isn't moment to spare. What are

there isn't moment to spare. What are
we to do?"
In the berth behind the curtains some
one was moving. The room was practi-
cally in darkness. since the open port was
also screened to shut out the searching
sun. But in spite of all such precautions
the heat was almost unbearable
The curtains parted slightly and from
their opening a face peered out at her
the blandly benevolent face of a mild
looking, white-haired old man, who, at a
casual glance, might, perhaps, have pass
ed for clergyman or a missionary.
But in an instant q most dfsconcert1ng
glance came over his features. Some
dormant devil seemed to have Weakened
within him and was glaring out at the
girl from behind evil, red-rimmed eyes.
His appearance then might have fright
ened a man away. But she stood her
ground undiSmayed.
No less suddenly he broke into a torrent
Of fierce abuse, freely interspersed with
blood-curdling, Old-fashioned oaths. And
that was only stemmed by frantic par
oxysm of coughing, which left crimson
froth about the white stubble upon his
chin He fell back into the gloom be-
hind the curtains as if he would choke.
The girl hurriedly filled glass with
water from a carafe on rack at one
side of the room. pulled the curtains
apart and held it to the sick mans lips.
He slipped at it and then struck 1t away.
so that most Of it's contents spilled on her
skirts.
would you poison me now. you witch!'
he gasped, and then, regaining his voice
q little "Ambrizette," he called, weakly.
with quavering imprecation. bra ily
Bring me the bottle. Your mistress has
poisoned me-"
A colored woman, stunted, misshapen,
almost inconceivably ugly, came sham
bling in with bottle, which he snatched
eagerly from her and set to his lips, while
she made off again in very evident dread
of him. The color came back to his face.
and at last he laid it aside with sigh OF
relief.
1.-The men have broken out. have they?"
he muttered, half to himself. And you
come to me to ask what's to be done!
He glowered down at one of his arms.
which lay across his chest in sling and
tightly bandaged. His voice once more
became venomous. Its your fault that
I'm lying here he snarled. You and
your bully YoXall have taken charge OF
my ship between you. Why don't the
two of you tackle them? What the seven
stars dye think 1 care now whether you
sink or SWIM!
She turned away from him with little,
tired, hopeless gesture -,
she answered. DULY, what happens to
me. Butts You they're after Capt
Dove, and there isn't moment to spare.
They've got the guns up already
The old man was pluck1ng with feverlsh
fingers at the fine lace counterpart which
but lay back again with groan.
They've got the guns up, have they.
he growled, deep down In his throat with
a most horrid effect Then one of the
mates, at least must be standing in with
them-the mutinous dogs! And since it's
come to settling old scores. I'm ready;
I'll settle all with them before we 60 any
farther" His eyes were sunken with
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Marguerite Audoux, author Of
Marie Claire" New York: George
H Doran Company.

To the gift of melanchOly-if this be a
gift-Marguerite Audoux adds the art of
story telling reduced to it's lowest terms
of simplicity. The pain of the world, and
it's pity, accost this woman everywhere.
particularly in the sorrows of children
and the helplessness of age or intirmity.
The present volume is series of ex-
auste sketches each having to do with
some intimate phase of French life. The
qualities that made Marie-Claire famous
mark these portraits of women. all sorts
and conditions of women, drawn at some
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life in the south, particularly as these
bear upon the acute question of child
labor. That which sets this examina-
ton off from others of similar purpose
is it's conclusion, which is nothing less
i'm this locality, an educational and moral
as we'll as an economic force superior to
any other, or to all others combined.
In this respect the author disagrees open
Iy and boldly with other authorized in
yestigators giving at length and in no
uncertain way the causes underlying
these differences of conclusion. This is
very readable book, a very picturesque
one and, above all, an accusatory and
provocative one.
VALSERINE; and Other Stories. BY
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which he must inherently have been pos
sessed. He had therefore long appren-
ticeship leading up to his present mas
terry. He has studied color theoretically
and scientifically and never wearies or
exp erimenting. Art is not only his pro-
fession, but his enthusiaSm-his life. Mr..
Blossoms summer home and studio is at
Magnolia, Mass Several winters he has
spent in this city at Kendall Green, Mrs.
Blossoms old home.
an Monday an exhibition of water
~ colors of Egypt by the late Henry
Bacon, an American artist long resident
abroad, will open in the Moore Galleries
on 18th street. This collection, embrace
ing about sixty exhibits in all. has re-
Gently, been shown in Boston at the
Boston Art Club and in New York at
the Montrose Gallery, where it has awak-
ened interest and called forth thoughtful
commentator. OF this collection when
on view in Boston the critic of the Even
ing Transcript had the following to say:
''Mr. Bacon's water colors belong en-
phatically to that class of drawings
which are entitled to a rather careful ex-
animation in detail, and they repay such
STUDY Dy mdHy ueilsHlAui SghplASc'''
There is little effort in them, as a rule
to express the grandiose character OF
Egypt and it's architecture. but there is
a very interesting Interpretation of
host of particularly instructive miner
features of landscape. architecture, cos
tune, atmosphere and color, which when
taken in the aggregate combine to form
in the minds eye a remarkably vivid
Of the land Of the Pharoahs.
To this impression the artists certainty
and skill in the drawing Of the figure
contributes In no small degree. Some OF
the landscape effects are to be unreserv-
eddy praised for their palpable veracity,
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through the sorties of the tribe. 1t Is
truly a suspense and excitement from
end to end. Since mere years have moth
ing at all to do with either youth or age.
and only temperament can produce the
one Or the other. both grown folks and
children of certain stripe will flock
together in the reading of this gay, good
story
THE CHILD THAT TOILETH NOT:
the story of Government Investi-
cation. BY Thomas Robinson Daw-
ley, ir. New York: Garcia Publish
ing Company.
This remarkable story gives in detail
the results of an exhaustive expert in
yestigation of the conditions of factory
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The labor requisite to the successful
of such works as these Is in
calculable. First. the preliminary
sketches and studies must be made, then
these must be enlarged. each inquire oelns
studied separately. then the great can
vases must be painted and painted again
all the while being regarded as units
and carried forward en- masse. No one
artist does all the work Mr.. Turner has
had a corps of capable assistants. but his
is always the hand at the helm and his
the genius which directs the work, SO
that in the end it is as individually his
own as if no other hand had touched It,
Mr.. Turner it will be remembered, was
fair in Chicago and director of decora-
ton at the Pan-American exposition at
Buffalo In the United States court
house in Baltimore is his decoration,
1.-The Burning of the Peggy Stewart" and
in the Jersey City courthouse are two or
his more recent historical paintings,
washington Watching the Attack on
Fort Washington and watching the
Trial of the Claremont on the Hudson
from Jersey City Heights. Mr.. Turner
at Baltimore, but he will, it is hoped.
retain permanently his studio here.
Though cards have been issued announc-
ing the exhibition of these panels, all
them and will be made welcome. The
studio is in old Forrest Hall, 1856 Wlscon-
sin avenue.
TN the Veerhoff gallery, on street,
there is now on exhibition collection
of paintings by William Baxter Closson.
very worthy of note. The collection
comprises twenty-nine paintings in oils
and three pastel portraits. The paintings
are for the most part extremely small. as
oil paintings go, and are fantasies rather
than facts. though for this reason they
are none the less true. Mr.. ClossOn is
above all a colorist and the bits he sets
forth are as lovely fragments from bril-