Arizona republican., 1919-04-27

I society where he saw no English though he had gieaned some of the best English literature from transla- tions by his father) he longed to be- come an English seaman. Against all obstacles he carried out his plan and in 1874 he went to sea- It was not, however, until 1878 that he first set foot on English soil.
 From then on untn 1894 he lived the usual life of deepwater seaman-at least it seemed the same to those with whom he came in contact. But Con- I rad was absorbing every single hap eening, however casual, and later they were welded together in the finished story.
 In 1894 Conrad left the sea He had never recovered from 8 severe fever that invalided hifa home and his health was more or less broken. His return to sea-life being out of the question, he was rather in quandry as to what to do and just as an after thought sent the manuscript of Al l mayors Folly" to a publisher. When | three or four months later he was mo- tified of it's acceptance, it came to him as a surprise. He was married in 1896 and settled down in Kent where he still resides and where he has written the greater number of his twenty-three books. For long, Conrad was only the novel, ist of a small following, but since the publication of ''The Nigger of Mar cissus" the following has widened until today, when he is hailed as a master of English style and his readers en- brace the whole intellectual world.
 Joseph Conrad IS not just as author; even in it's fullest sense, the word does not convey the sublime artistry with which he presents and portrays the thoughts and feelings of his men and women. He is a painter of wordsi A poet and an artist in one.
 Conrad has not merely recounted and rearranged his personal experiences and feelings. He seems to abound in imaginative insight and sees his characters with a clarity of vision that is almost uncanny. With a few strokes of his magic pen he conceives a per sonality, thrusts him upon the vision Of the reader and leaves him there a vivid, emotional, living being. Never losing contact with the actual things he experienced-his boyhood spent in exile his life as a sailor, when for twenty years he roved among strange places, in Asia, Africa and far Eastern Waters-these are ever present with him. He lives the years over in his tales of the sea and the artist in him touches the whole with deepening colors, enriching and intensifying the picture before our very eyes.
 Perhaps what one of our contempor- ary writers, Mir. Gouverneur Morris, has said of his work sums it all up in a few words. He says: More and more I hear people say: Have you read Conrad's Iatest?' He is becoming ,,ocauro &0 cnptar4,p ucafiOD Those who haven't read him are not weIl-read- Those who don't intend to read him are of foolish and slovenly mental habit As for those who are en- gagged in reading him for the first time-how envy them!"
 In an early issue of The Republican I will review "The Arrow of Gold" a copy having been received for review this week.
 THE SAGEBRUSHER is the lates Emerson Hough book, brought out b, Appleton's. Briefly, it is novel--per haps a more novel novel than it ha. been my recent privilege to read. involves a condition of affairs that i. not altogtther improbable but, at least startlingiy unusual. The handling 0 the yarn is the best part of it, i seems. Every innovation is most care fully set forth, carried on and con- cluded The denouement is kept care fully secreted until the heroine meets Doctor Barnes. Then, after a certain fishing trip, even Hough, master oi fine situations, cannot possibly keeI the veil of mystery over the certain destiny of his principal actors.
 No one can establish charge of i'm propriety against Sim Gage; no ont abo1lavoa a Ir-7 that others said he possessed; no ont can severely criticise the school marn who innocently became a party to joke, soon turned into a near tragedy no one can blame Doctor Barnes fo marrying Mary Warren Gage. But, VI can, as we mostly always do, directl. charge this eminent novelist for con veniently killing off Sim Gage to mak way for the lover-doctor; we can, i we like, honestly criticise him for tn totally undramatic manner in whicl Mary's eyesight is restored and tn somewhat unprofessional manner il which the bolsheyiki are thrust int the tale.
 O, well, what's the use? If we reat the novel that meets all our tempera mental requirements, suppose w would have fault to find with it a yell.
 When the village school teacher edged on by Wid Gardner inserts want advertisement for a wife fo Sim Gage, an improvident, shiftles' unkenpt rancher. in q matrimonis paper. we have little notion of tn turmoil she is about to bring abou the heads of all her neiShhors. Never theess, Mary Warren reads the ad vertisement; is urged by her room mate to answer it. owing to the faC that she is rapidly becoming blin( consequently worthless; and lands the dreary Montana town, to be mt by Sim Gage. When she arrives, sh is totally blind; never sees Gage; bt comes his housekeeper, with his hell marries him to avoid gossip; never touched or kissed by him; but falls love with a military doctor employe at a huge irrigation construction cam
 Bolshevilli outbreaks occur soon al ter Sim is appointed guard: also COT current with an operation to reliey Mary's blindness. Then, all of sud den, the dam is blown up, Mary ge her sight and Sim is killed. It conn so unprofessionally quick that we a most imagine that Hough surmises is making his book too long and mu bring it to Q tense, nervous, strenuol close. We'll, he does that.
 There's nothing else to say. Mar as we may infer, becomes the wife the doctor and her former roommat a hard-boiied Cleveland shop gil marries an old timer, Wid Gardne Ruf xyou'u TiIxa the story Nothing