The Birmingham age-herald., 1914-07-05

has put the sentiments and emotions of life time. It's English is that of a purist. The language, while not pedant- Is, Is brilians, giving expression so force fully and vividy that the attention of the reader follows the trend unconscious ly. The writer is not an iconoclast who destroys without offering substitute. but he holds before the reader high stand ards and ambitions almost idealistic.
 One feature of more than passing merit is the number of poems that are scatter ed throughout the story-poems that pos sess the heart-beats that make true poe try. One of these comes in chapter 15, where Brewster the rector, Is awaiting the arrival of Ruth Cary, The author makes the rector read from a book poem on love and what it holds, one par agraph being:
 Autumn leaves of life are falling As the years pass one by one;
 And the harvest time grows nearer With the setting of life's sun.
 But while yet Today has sunshine The "tomorrows" matter not;
 Hopes brightest flowers will blossom While love is in the heart.
 Again the character of one of the wo- men in the book is brought out in the following lines, supposed to have been written by the rector:
 Where Is the man who has the power or
 will
 To brave the cunning of woman's skill? And where the mortal, whether old or
 young,
 Can still the wagglng of a woman's
 tongus?
 For woman, woman. Whether lean or fat In form you're an angel but in soul
 cat.
 a day In the future when economic condi- tions may have been transformed into a more thorough realization of the injunc- ton of do unto others, etc" Every word breathes love of country and home, and desire to have them of the high est standard in order to maintain the national character. The writer shows an American hundred years hence, wheth- CT the conditions be brought about by the fruition of past ambitions or the pro geny of modern-day politicians.
 YOU NEVER KNOW YOUR LUCK" By Gilbert Parker. Illustrated by W. L.
 Jacobs Gorge H. Doran Company,
 Publishers, New York.
 Gilbert Parker has again reached the high level of romance which he touched in 'aThe Right of Way" with a new tale of love and sacrifice and the broad wheat leands called You Never Know Your Luck"
 In You Never Know Your Luck" Gill bert Parker has joyously come home to the land he loves best. to America and all his heart is in this tale of a country where romance clean and quick, and the open prairies. Because he loves it; the blood runs riotously under the flaw less sky with fresh wins dimpling the sea of grain.
 It is a story of big impulses, enobling love, splendid sacrifices, and immortal deeds Only upon an outdoor canvas could Sir Gilbert have painted this heroic romans-redolent of the spring, bolster ous with the high winds. soft as the voices of summertime, ripping as the brook on the hillside
 To America comes this gifted author in. this story with his pen sharpened and whetted to picture the wheat fields-"a set of gold with gentle pillows telling of sleep and not of storm" and in the 'Proem" where he does this thero is such a wealth of beauteous color, such vivid outline, such tremendous bit of real artistry that if the book went no further than in itself would be worth "the price of admission" so to speak, just that wonderful romantic, golden de- scription.
 The golden glamour of the ripe wheat runs all through the story, however, even to the golden girl, Kitty Tynan, of whom we are wont to exclaim with the writer:
 Kitty Tynan, Kitty Tynan. what a girl are yous
 There's a strain of sadness-of unrequit- ed love-of woman's big heart; big enough to sacrifice-that permeats the story, and makes it human and beautiful like all of Gilbert Parker's other stories Nobody quite knows. as he does, the TO- mantle side of things-nobody quite de- picts, as he does. big splendid manly hero and a great feminine creature all woman; all heart; all love, as heroine.
 It is an American story for Americans. with a touch of the olden splendor from overseas in the figure of Shiel Crozier. who was born in an Irish castle, saw his fortune swept away, and came west to retrieve it-a gaunt, strong, quiet, hu- mor6us man, of infinite pluck and gentle ness. and touch of the magic which fairies give the Irish.
 But pretty Kitty Tynan was American clean through She was born in the prairie town, and her hair and smile and flashing eyes all laughed like the sun as she sat dreaming by the golden wheat fields. crooning the old song, "Whereawayl goes the lad that once was miner"
 The plot is romantic.
 Under the blight of the gamblers curse Shiel Crozier loses his fortune and his wife's love. She has written him let ter. which, because of his guilty con- science. he deems to be harsh fare- well. He takes this letter with him into