The Birmingham age-herald., 1920-10-31

made him in muSic-to use her child hooos expression and the most populat or her successes as musical composer was inspired by hero worship to him. The latter part of the book is the story of their mutual love, secret and unsanc toned by society, for there was an un surmountabie barrier to their union: but Joan was content to consider the world well lost for the sake of love which was to her the very root of being inc one divine spark that cannot die .'Tem- perament' is moro akin to the authors famous Story of Eden than any of ber
 novels since that masterpiece. THE WILDERNESS MINE.
 By Harold Bindloss. Frederick Stokes Company, Publishers, New York City.
 An ambitious young English enei- neer; an abandoned silver mine in th. canadian wilderness; the memory of a girl at home in England; the mys- terious treachery of rival miner. and the stern forces of nature pittad against youth and determination-are the clements which combine to mako this novel one of Bindloss' most satis lying tales of adventure and achieve l rlent.
 ' The hero persists courageously in
 the face of almost overpowerinT op- rcsit1on In fathoming mystery for | d | dreamed of. which leads in turn. by a
 mysterious link of circumstance, to the happy outcome of his romance I A story of likable, human people is "The Wilderness Mind" of Howard 1 Bindloss in swiftly moving plot which shows the romance combined with reality in the hard, exciting pio-
 reer adventure of the great northern wilderness.
 THE ENCHANTED GOLF CLUBS, By Robert Marshall. Illustrations by Stuart Hay Frederick A. Stokes Company, Publishers, New York City Maj. Jack Gore, sportsman and self confessed expert in every known sport 1 except golf--of which he knows noth- ing-being madly in love with a mil ! licnaire American widow who is also l golf enthusiast. is drivens into a jeal- ous frenzy by the golfing exploits Of his fellow clubman and rival in love. I On the spur of the moment he chal- l lenges this champion to match on tho St. Mangus links on even terms, allow 1 ing himself one week to learn the game. A fair field to win the lady is | the stake.
 The outcome develops in one of the | most humorous golf stories ever told. and Robert Marshalfs "The Enchanted | Golf Clubs" will afford many a golfer
 
 ( "AS YOU WERE BILI.r | By Edward Streeter. Illustrated by
 Bill Breck" e. William Breck). Frederick A. Stokes Company, Pub l fishers. New York City All of us who have read Edwara
 Streeters original and entertaining
 books. "Dege Mabie," "That5s Me All
 Over Hable.'' those inimitable love let.
 ters and have enjoyed the illustra-
 tions by Bill Breck" will hail wit,
 delight MT. Streeter's new book. "As You Were Bill"
 The story tod is of how Bill got busy
 as soon as he got his discharge and n
 suit of civilian clothes. Still faithful | to Mable' he tries to make her un- ! derstand all of it in these letters.
 which show him to be even more hu-
 morous as simple citizen than whom l he was soldier
 One of Bills explanAtio is tnat ] fellows that didn't go to the war hay.
 al. the jobs that takes brains and no l Knowledge. Nobody seems to need general experts: fellows with expe-
 rience an good tisniss heads. that
 don't know much about anything ia particular
 The situations are very amusing and
 AS You We're Rill'' is very entertain i ing and readable.
 THE GREEN GODS PAVILION" By Mabel Wood Martin Frederick X. Stokes Company Publishers. New Yorx l City.
 A novel of the Philippines and the Pa cific. agreeably different from other novels of the Far East. is Mabel Wood
 Martins The Green Gods Pavilion" It is book ablaxe with exotic color and steeped in the elusive mystery of the Orient. More than this, it is a vision of Americas extravagant dream of upllft of the eastern world. Influenced by tho Excelsior" spirit of the west. we behold Asia, like slumbering giant. stirring uneasiiy. almost preparing to awaken. And all the while. the inscfutable Green God of Fate, squattins cross-legged in the colorful spiendor of his pavilion
 dominates this compelling tale with tha haunting menace of a resistless force.
 "In the face of the little idol there was neither the dead. marooned calm of the great Diabutz. nor the cruel evil of the Mongolian gods. He was just quiet little deity. green as the far spaces of the skies. sitting thinking in his temple;