The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-08-23

romance WnlCn these tWo iHSplAt.
 The poor girl ought to have had some
 bright star in her life even at that late
 day, for she certainly had her share of
 misery and worry and trouble all along.
 and her money was anything but pleas
 ure to her after she got it.
 UNTO CAESAR"
 By Baroness Orczy. George H. Doran Co.,. Publishers, New York.
 Extraordinary claims have been ad-
 vanced for this book not only by readers and editors. but general criticism of it's serial publication in The Strand, which places Unto Caesar at the top of the list of novels by Baroness Orczy. not withstanding the enormous popularity of "The Scarlet Pimperneln and "El Do- rado."
 The book is tremendously interesting, well written, and has caused much favor- able comment from reviewers who are sometimes blase and hardened to the general run of literature.
 Among those who have been greatly im- pressed with the Baroness Orczy's newest novel, "unto Caesar" is MT. Robert IT. Davis the editor of all the Munsey mag azines and known througnout the whole book world as one of the most discerning editors. He has been reading Unto Caesar by the Baroness Orezy. and (al- though Unto Caesar was not published in one of the Munsey magazinesD he was so much delighted by 1t that he was moved to write as follows to the Baroness Orczy:
 q think had not Sienlxiewicz dipped into that period with his combination of Christian and pagan, Unto Caesar would have made a tremendous sensation. Tt is inconceivable that woman so carefully nurtured, so gentle by nature, and so obviously domestic in all things a.4.sf Ax-. w<1t,x l.axr n plunged yourself, into that period of inouity, bloodshed and abandon. Tt it not my habit to spend much time on book in any save a professional sense. But Unto Caesar took possession of me- and l walked with Taurus Antinor and Flavia through it's thrilling pages. The whole volume teens with drama, ec- stacies of the heart and the soul and thrills with that priceless quality that is possible only when the inspirational imag- inati is allied with historical fact. That scene. where the black panther makes his salaam to a Roman audience is splendid. l had some difficulty in es- caping his fangs myself He pursued me through that wonderful sgenery set under the direction of the diabolical Elm peror and almost captured me- THE DRY FLY AND FAST WATER. ]. By George M. l.. LaBranche. Charles Scribner's Sons, Publishers. New York The followers of Isaac Walton tand their
 name is legion) will receive with more than casual interest the announcement that a book has been written on the sub- | ject of fishing which is terse and clear and entirely original.
 The Dry Ely and Fast Water from the clever pen of George M. L. LaRranche who is a pioneer in fishing in America
 and therefore knows his subject, from A to z, is a dissertation on fishing with the dry fly and a comprehensive discus sion on 1y-ishing in general
 An interesting, lively and entertaining description of the uses of the dry fly on ra pid streams under the greatest variety of conditions; and incidentally he gives a great deal of varied information, gath cred in long years of observation, study and exprience, upon the habits of trout and the sport of fishing. The book is all but indispensable to the sportsman who wishes to keep up with the times. WHAT WILL PEOPLE SAY?'' By Rupert Hughes. Illustrated. Harper Brothers, publishers New York MT. Rupert Hughes in What Will People Say?" has written a most elab- crate recital of life and love in New York's fashionable set with all it's pan oply of wealth and affluence and that he has succeeded right we'll in hold ing the mirror up to nature" will be acknowledged by all those who peruse his clever story.
 At the opening of the story Lieu Etenant Forbes, just returned from some years of service in the Philippines re- news acquaintance with life on Fifth avenue on bright spring afternoon. He meets a gilded youth whom he had once befriended in Manila, and on his first evening in New York finds him . self taken up as one of themselves by the young man and his friends. Aft CT the theatre they drive about the city trying to find some tangoing place where 1t will be possible to get in. Forbes is at. first astounded and revolted by the sight of the dancing floors
 The one epithet he could think of
 was obscene" As he watched the
 melee he felt that the was witnessing a tribe of savages in a mating sea- son orgy. He had seen the Moros, the Igorottes, the Samoans. and the Nautch
 girls of Chicago. and the meaning of this turmoil was the same.
 But he did not long sit "gasping as at turbulent pool of iniquity." Soon, in
 spite of him. the music began to in
 wade his own feet. He felt yearning
 in his ankles. The tune took on kind
 of care-free swagger, flip boastful-
 ness. He wanted to get up and brag,
 too. And presently he was sliding and
 trotting and dipping and twirling as
 madly as any of them.
 Of course Forbes falls in love once
 he has gotten in the exclusive set but
 alas. Persis Cabot. the object of his affection. is too worldly minded by far
 to accept his paltry s200o year as re- muneration for her love and promptly marries Little Willie" Enslee with his millions.
 Of course a tragedy turks in this marriage and the eternal triangle Is soon developed, not romantically, but sordidly and miserably. Persis falling lin love with her former lover, Forbes. and a general hulaba1oo being the re- | suit.
 | Vivid coloring marks MT. Hughes de- scriptions of New York life and among | the most graphic is the motor ride by moonlight of which he says:
 "Eventually the pilot car, or, rather | it's guiding cloud of dust, swept off to the | east turning it's back on the Hudson and plunging into the heart of Westchester county. an ocean of hills like green bill | lows. and valleys like their troughs; peaceful castles on high places and pleas 1 ant villages dispersed in low; the homely l roomness of farms, and now and then huddle of crowded rooxeries. where Ital- l ian peasants had set up congenial little slums along some ugly waste.
 | "Everything took on wistfuness in l the evening air. which the sunset was tincturing like claret poured into water ] Forbes was aching to be with Persis. and l he hoped that she was wistful to be witf him. The moon had loitered with torch l half aglow in the wings of the sky unti | the sun was gone. and then its lamp was