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The New York herald., 1921-10-23
Satan Didn't Want
To Hoe That Corn
THE WORKS OF SATAN. BY Rich
ard Aumerle Maher. The Macmillan
Company.

THE WORKS OF SATAN. BY Rich
ard Aumerle Maher. The Macmillan
Company
"HIS summer we spent a month
on farm in small town in
-, Massachusetts. The most ex-
citing thing which happened was the
arrest of a youth for drunkenness"
1t caught the populace just coming out
of the movies, and they followed him
to the town hall. There he put up
ten dollars bail and we heard nothing
of him until Monday, when the paper
of neighboring town was published.
Then we learned he had returned to
his native State of New Hampshire
and forfeited his ten dollars.
This story appealed to us. We just
knew how "satan" felt when he looked
out at that field of corn and just did
not want to hoe it. There was nothing
devilish but his name about Satan
but he had lived all his life in this little
village in northern New York, and even
a summer visitor to one can thoroughly
appreciate his craving for a little ex-
citement--anything but hoeing that
cornfield.
OF course, the city folks know a lot
about the gossip" living across the
hall, or across the street, but they can
not know what the small town liar
will do with lot of women and men
who are not accustomed to little
airing of wit and to the working of
suggestion.
This book tells us, though. The au-
thor knows his small town people and
pictures them In the pages of the
book. They are not exactly like the
people of "Main Street." but they have
their own limitations. Nevertheless,
they are human enough to like that
clever liar.
The banker and the sweetest girl in
town? oh. yes, there is love story
very strongly woven into the plot--in
fact, we guess the love story Is the
main plot and the cause for all the
excitement to which the town is
treated-that and Satan's desire not to
hoe that field of corn.
We agree with Jim Smith, the slut
tefing town liar: "It-it--it-it-its
ku-ku-kuAcuckoo
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Beatrice Kean Seymour on the
Cornwall Rocks

had drawn a magic circle about her
and within it she moved a free and
radiant being"
Helena's new tenderness and
sweetness were to Jerome things of
unmitigated delight. They argued
for him that the love he craved from
her-the gift he wanted most of life
would one day shortly be his. He did
not know-how should he that when
her eyes rested upon him in that ten
der. fugitive way she was thinking
Of an impudent moon trailing up a
gray-black sky as she flung the gleam-
ing banners of her smile across the
heavy blue of the dusk that
once again there rose before her 4.
a brief shrouded vision of the ultimate
destiny of things"
There is chiefly vivid perception
of life, which transmits itself to the
reader, opening his eyes to unaccus-
toned beauties and delicate, frail joys,
frail because only occasionally can one
touch the mood which brings them.
The spirit of the Brontes, in whose
Yorkshire country much of the story
is laid, quite frankly pervades the
book, and the unexpressed comparison
between their abortive, passionate
lives and the calm young Diana of to-
day is this new writer's outstanding
accomplishment. ALICE BEAL.
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And She Did!

GET YOUR MAN. BY Ethel and James
Dorrance. The Macauley Company.
T N spite of her, name. Yukona Bruce
was not breakfast food. In
stead she was a regular girl"
although most of her young life had
been spent at lonely outpost in the
Yukon. She realized that she was in
love- with a member of the Royal
Northwest Mounted Police. She was
handicapped by the fact that he had
generally avoided her sex. She would
have had an easier time In winning
Marcus Huxelby Moors but for the
fact that he had an object of his own
in joining this celebrated force--that
of tracking down the man who had
caused his fathers death. When he
fulfilled this mission. with Yukona's
help. It was her turn. and she obeyed
the stern command of the service. Get
your mani"
The New York herald., 1921-10-23
A Dog Is the Soul
Of Responsibility

NANCY. By Louis Dodge. Charles
Scribper's Sons.
CC HE knew me perfectly. That
was why I felt. when I took
her up dead, that 1t was not
she who was dead. but l."
Who was there to know me now?
And what is death but to be un-
known"
SO speaks Nancy's master. Despite
the fact that tlNere remain two dogs
at the house, one of them Nancy's pun.
he feels that great aching void one
experiences at the loss of the dumb
animal who is sometimes closer than
any human being-the dog.
Then he tells us of little things
which stand out so clearly now that
she is gone-'I wish you might have
seen her nose twitch / have never
hoped to achieve a successful sneer
since first beholding Nancy at the
fence when the Tate chill
eren went stringing across the com
mons, In white cotton hose and alb
surd little hats" She seemed to say
to him. "A sneer is just as much in
place at times as a smile or a frown."
she was my guardian against these
perils, fuming because she received so
little cooperation from me. She was
always on guard. If she could look
out from table or chair or stairway
she did so. If she could not look out
she would lie and listen. Because OF
her sense Of responsibility she led a
lonely life. She was extraordinarily
devoted TO me, but in a kind of ma
ternal way, a way which had nothing
TO do with respect"
Her master said that were one to
believe In The transmigration of souls
Nancy might be the reembodiment of
some splendid and regal parsonage of
long ago: a militant prestess or prin-
cess, or perhaps a powerful sorceress.
She even might have been one OF the
Cpsarsl
Nancy was a wonderful pal dog, with
the ordinary mischievous puppyhood
and devoted years following until No
vember 7, 1920. 1T appeared that iur-
ing her last walk with the caretaker
she passed an open lawn where poison
had been placed for gophers. She got
some Of this and returned home, where
she died within half an hour"
Nancyl Dear little Nancy, Every
man. woman and child who has a
kindly heart which warns at the sight
OF dog will love her.
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rapidly than "Niels Lynne" The au-
thor was older when he wrote this
book-his last novel and one which
took four years in the making-and
his message, grown stronger and
weightier, has slowed the current Of
the narrative. The authors imagery
never was so bewildering, his knowl-
edge of life never so impressive.
"Niels Lynne" is the kind of book we
leave lying on the table to read again.
Quoting from such book Is difficult.
The following is chosen for the youth
and the truth of it:
He was weary of himself, of cold
ideas and brain dreams. Life poem
Not when you went about forever
poetizing about your own life instead
of living II. How innocuous it all was,
and empty, empty. empty! This chas-
Ing after yourself, craftily observing
your own tracks-in circle. of course.
This sham diving into the stream Of
life while all the time you sat angling
after yourself, fishing yourself up in
one disguise or another! II he could
only be overwhelmed by something
life, love. passion, so that he could no
longer shape 1t into poems, but had to
let it shape him!
"Involuntarily he made a gesture as
If to ward it Off with his hand. After
all, he was afraid of this mighty thing
called passion. This storm wind sweep
ing away everything settled and au-
thorized and acquired in humanity as
If it were dead leaves. He did not like
1t! This roaring flame squandering
itself in its own smoke-no, he wanted
to burn slowly.
And yet this living on at half speed
in quiet waters always in sight of
land seemed so paltry. Would that
the storm and waves would comet If
he only knew how, his sails should fly
to the yards for a merry run over the
Spanish Main of life! Farewell to the
slow dripping days, farewell to the
pleasant little hours. :"
GEORGE KENT.
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THE sYRENS. By Dot Allan. Double
day.. Page & Co.

THE SYRENS. By Dot Allan. Double
day. Page & Co.
ssTHAT night the demon of con-
hict awoke once more in
Goritholus, torturing his
brain with many headed doubts, flay-
ing 1t with dozen impish suggestions.
To go back and take up the old life
after having led nomad's existence,
after having lived as he had lived
Lord, it was unthinkable, He re
called the voyage back from Frisco,
the glow of pride that had been his
when first he had taken his trick at
the wheel. These hours were un-
forgetable. The mere memory of
them thrilled him still. He recalled
the wild nights near Cape Horn, when,
with the roar of the wind and the sea
in their ears and the monster green
walls rising about them, they had
fought their passage onward inch by
inch. With a fervor palno-
lithic in its pristine intensity Goritho-
lus had thrown himself into the fray,
adventuring aloft when older hands
advised caution, straining every nerve
anu eNtiy SIitW III lit SNIP y StTNlce.
In those hours he had lived as he had
never lived before-fully, selfiessly.
And remembering something OF the
Joy those hours had brought him he
realized his soul was ripe for strife
The prospect of settled life spelled
safety, a kind of premature senility
Ruthill street from till 5--while
down at the docks great ships were
preparing to put out to sea. Lone
nights in the fiat with the shutters
barred lest the echo OF the syrens
calling should shatter his self-con.
troll
Poor Goritholus! Can't you just
see him. the child of refined quiet
little woman and a buccaneer, witt
no escape from the syren's call, for Il
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REVIEWS OF THE NEW AUTUMN FICTION

Neils, 1t has been affirmed by many
who knew Jacobsen during his NE
time, is an accurate take-off. me
struggles, dreams and utterances OF
Niels take on new meaning in view
of these facts. Very noticeable become
the philosophical "asides," the pages OF
Interpretation and comment on life, the
passionate speeches, for, whereas every
novel as an expression of an author
has the power to betray him. frankly
photographed novel cannot betray-
it is confession.
Other stories of Jacobsen move more
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denly. for Helena, "ali ordinary life
seemed suspended-caught up as IL by
charm. The note of high romance
had come to her at last; had left her a
little breathless, on tiptoe Of expect
ancy 1t transmitted now everything
she looked on. everything she. Thought,
a sycamore in the wind her spirit
bent before it. Something deep
stirred within her at the recollection
of a pale tense face in the murky twi-
light, at the memory of musical voice
trailing softly across the dusk to her.
!. She lived. for those few days,
charmed life, in which nothing mean
or paltry could touch her. Romance
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Honeymoon Over,
Enter the Lover
INVISIBLE TIDES. BY Beatrice Kea,
Seymour. Thomas Seltzer.

INVISIBLE TIDES BY Beatrice Kean
Seymour. Thomas Seltzer.
THERE are only seven possible
plots, so we are told. From
Homer to Edith Wharton all
the emotions, the diversified shades of
character. the tangled tragedies and
joys of the strangely cropping, strangely
winged human animal, yield only
seven plots: And yet we have new
stories! Given an unforeseeable com
bination of circumstances. or a new
way of viewing things. and each of the
hoary skeletons Is galvanized into life.
Fortunately for the novelists of to-
day, they have ready to hand an in
calculable element which serves them
well, since one of the most striking
new ways of viewing life is embodied
In the so-cailed new woman, and it is
only necessary to cast her in a stellar
role in order to make the Oldest of
plots blossom with new surprises. In
this first book of Mrs. Seymours,
which has been acclaimed by en-
thusiastic English papers as the best
novel of the year. we have. for in
stance, the triangle, but the triangle
with a difference-it has no villain.
In Sussex, Hilary Sargent, lonely,
imaginative little boy whose father
neglected him. grew into manhood, not
without much dreaming of that tall,
slim woman with dark hair curled
about her forehead and a voice that
L
small boys body" of "the soft tones
Of that voice, or some pathetic ghost
Of chance attitude" dreaming, that
Is to say, of his mother, Mary Hilary,
the actress who. unknown to him, had
long ago drowned her sorrows and her
illegitimate child and her bright un-
forgettable laughter, In an American
pond.
In Yorkshire Helena Morden was
one of five children in poor branch
bank managers home over which pow
erty had brushed it's cold and disillu-
sioning hand. She was called a diff
cult child and lived in "a strange isola-
ton Of SOUL" loving, chiefly the wind
swept, sun-kissed moor-black and
gaunt in winter, green with the bill
DerTy ledl anu purple WIFI neatHer
when summer had come" Her bookish
triumphs at school were nothing to
the branch manager and his wife, who
.hought of her only as matrimonial ma
-erial: and at seventeen she went home
to take "her proper place in the house..
and wait her turn in the matrimonial
market. which, in that tiny Yorkshire
village, was particularly deficient in
opportunities
| Into this mental and emotional vac
uum there suddenly dropped Jerome
Courtney, big. successful. lilSable man
of good family, the head of Courtney
Motors. Inc, who was building a great
house on the moors, and who, from
the first day he saw the difficult Helena,
began a whirlwind courtship.
They came back out Of their calm
honeymoon days to find a young man
who had broken his arm in an ac-,
cident on the steep hill outside curled
up in the library Of the new house.
Impulsively Helena went in to offer
their hospitality and found him in a
chair by the window. with his broken
arm hanging Imply by his side.
And SO the triangle begins. Sud-
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has made 1t harder for released pris-
oners to begin life over again. A
little broader sympathy would not
only help them in hard fight but
would save some valuable members of
society. But the moral of this tale is
not obtrusive. One reads it simply as
a good story.
The New York herald., 1921-10-23
Fighting Ended His DreamLife

being confined to a tracing of Paul
Clermont's development. Paul is un-
der age when the war comes and has
an opportunity to watch its progress.
At length he is drawn into it. The
remainder of the story is concerned
with Pauls struggles to be faithful
both to France and to his ideals. When
he is wounded he hears voice within
him repeating:
"'Pau, you have done your share.
You are freed from obligations. Let
others do their share. Return to lead
your life as it was meant to be, return
to prepare for your work Now I
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knew I hadn't done1enough. And
knew know I'm not worthy any
more of the work used to aspire to
once. So l answered myself, This is
not the voice."
The quotation speaks for itself. Paul
felt he did right to soil himself and his
ideals for France, but by the sacrifice
he had lost the power and the right to
strive for the things in dreams.
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CAMILLA KENYON
fortune at BandY5 Fiat

The romance Of deserted mining
town In the Sierras. with Bret
Harte atmosphere-ciever. eycating
delightful,
The New York herald., 1921-10-23
ERIC LEWIS ON
Ashes of Evidence

A murder mystery story. witn al
ingenious plot and new thrill
Doctor Lester plays both detective
and lover.
The New York herald., 1921-10-23
IRVING BACEIELLER
a Nan for the Ages

Brings US into personal contact
With Abraham lincoln. We walk side
BY side with him and take part In
hts daily life. ."-6enator Bcveridge In
New York Times.
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HUGH PENDEXTER
KINDS Of the Missouri

The graphic pictures Of the nfe
'and dangers of the frontier nll this
tale with life and color. Now York
Times
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BERTON BRALEY
The Sheriff Of Silver Bow

When you start 1t, warn the chill.
dren not to interrupt You. A thrill.
Ing adventure and one you Will b
sorry to nnish. Now York Herald
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PERRY
Rowing RtXexA

A tale with the tang OF the North
ern border-a romance Of lumber
Jacks, Indians, habitants, dynamite
gunplay and Rondeau's Sue.
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Novelist of North
Writes Lyric Prose

MOGENs AND OTHER STORIES, By
Jens Peter Jacobsen. New YORK:
Nicholas l.. Brown.
NIELS LYNNE. By Jens Peter Jacob
SEN Doubleday. Page g. Co.
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THE PEOPLE AGAINST NANC'
PRESTON. BY John Moroso. Henr
Holt & Co
New-York tribune., 1921-02-13

Most of US love our homes. had
been in New York only compara-
lively short time when I met Pierre.
and it was soon after that that
seemed to see my childhood dream
coming true.
Before I realized it I was in
love. was engaged to marry a
great artist-the greatest artist IN
the world, in my eyes. was going
to have my home-nly home with
love We were married.
When Pierre and l stood before
Judge Sweetser in Pierre's studio
and made our vows I forgot every
thing in the world except my artist
my husband. l believe I even
forgot myself. My dream had come
true.
"And that was only little more
than a year ago. What has hap
pened since has caused me to stop
ard think. and | have come to see
clearly. l know that if l go on with
my effort to get d separation from
Pierre shall have to hurt him, pos
sibly to the extent of running his
career, for to gain my point / shall
have to tell my story.
$50 / am giving him his chance,
and unless he forces me to it
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sang him for divorce in New York"
WHAT al absurd story!" Nine.
Fartoue exclaimed. AIN the first
place, ain not SUNG for divorce
and don't see tow that statement
could have Been made. / certainly
never gave any such impression.
But Why talk further about that?
Its all over now. and ii can get us
nowhere to discuss ne a3surdity Of
such a so-ca.ted 3ual mission -
Memorial to Sheriff
What is the I'll Taylor Me-
nsorial"' Nine Tartoue was asked.
1t is TO perpetuate the memory
Of Sheriff who wus lilled durlng
iailbreak last july" she ceplied
TIL Taylor was one of the leading
citizens in Pendteton for years
The ether clipping was from an
other West Coast paper and the
story was similar to the first.
after ms Vlslt to Pendleton Tar
toue sent letter to ], R. Raley, a
member Of the committee in charge
Of the plans for the memorial. The
letter follows:
My dear Mr.. Raley: have given
the matter of the project for the
memorial to the late Sheriff Til Tay-
Tor considerable thought and have
developed what I believe to be a
oh -ae subject which
you might submit to the COM
mittee.
'ert~Re 70 paint a life
size portrait ot tae late iii Taylor,
on horseback, with a superb land
scape in the background. He win
prove a magnificent subject for this
work Of art.
"As you will realize. bronze or
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1NE portrait Of Nine. Ta1toue is not her hasbonds
- '9ork 1t 'oas do1e 5y Louls Norh the Hungarian


through misrepresentation on his
part there will be only one side to
this story-up to date, his side.
The Husbands Side
The wife of the artist sat for
long time looking out of the window
There appeared. to be nothing further
she wanted to say, but the interview
did not seem to be quite complete.
Her husband, who at various times
recently has been reported 10 be
speeding home from points West, had
.'succeeded in using up considerable
Newspaper space in making known
the purpose of his journey and Nine
lartoue had CLOSED over this angle
either Intentionally or carelessly. 1t
seemed important, SO the writer
asked permission to read the clip
pings which she was twisting in her
hands as she sat there as if in a
dream,
They are public property now
and 1 see no harm in showing them
to you," she said, but I do wish
! Pierre hadn't done this"
One, a clipping from a Portland,
Ore, paper, under d Pendleton date
line, read in part:
Pierre Tartoue, noted French
artist, who arrived from New York
early this week, supposedly to con-
suit with the directors of the.
ltary I'll Taylor Memorial Associa-
tiQa Oh tie painting Of a $4,000
portrait Of the murdered Snel !,
did consult with the directors, and
was we'll received, but his real mis-
sion to Pendleton was to collect in
formation on the forme- life of Nine.
Tartoue, a Pendleton girl, who is
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UfME. PIERRE TARTOUE as she appeared IN q benefit
A'A for Italian sufferers

the love of one who would have done
anything in the world for him, and
it was those same friends who goad-
ed me into taking the action I did
toward getting a separation.
'But what good would separa-
tion do? 1t wouldn't free him; it
wouldn't free me. He would be tied
to a, dead love, which would hinder
him in his work. 1t is his move now
If he wants his freedom he may have
it. If / am hindfance to his sue
cess | shall not attempt to prevent
him from breaking away from me.
l have not asked him for anything
in the way of alimony, and l don't
want anything except to give him his
Chance.
Goaded 10 Action
~ started suit for separation in
moment of madness to get some
relief from knew not what. Goad-
ed is the word. was goaded to
desperation. But | see clearly row.
Asd believe he can be made to see
cfea9ly, too.
Il believe that when Pierre real
ICES what he has done as a result
of listening to the advice of his pro-
fessed friends he viii Justify my be-
lief and the belief of my friends in
his honor and in his art.
Speaking of seeing clearly, let
me say that l don't believe Pierre
would have gone out West for the
announced, purpose of Investigating
me ard my friends and my eanaiiy
| if he had stopped to look upon such
a ridiculous move from all angles.
What do people think of such a
thing? He didn't have to go any
where to learn about me. He knew
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eady to Step Aside for the Sake of Husbands Art
| lis Career Must Come
irst, Wife
Declares

marble statue at best is always cold
and artificial to behold, without life
and is subject TO deterioration with
the inelemencies of the weather.
New-York tribune., 1921-02-13

MllE. TARTOUE photographed Ujth her has
4vA bands much discussed painting the "God Of
Happiness" After Claudia Windsor became en-
gagged to marry the artist he opened the eyes OF
the aconean, getting the expression from photo
graph of his b}jde-to-be
New-York tribune., 1921-02-13
Dreamed of "a Home

Ever since my dell days looked
forward to love and hone. I sup
pose Western girls are like that.
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Nine. 7 artoue Says
She Will Sacrifice
Herself
By John Edmund

-RoM time immcmorial the
r. plant Of genius has been to
the effect that when love
,teps into q studio, be it garret or
arish, art fiies out the window.
And it has come TO be almost
tniisin that art having flown, genius,
ii fit Of temper or temperament,
eventually throws love out the same
window. But, to crib from Eugene
o'NeHl, this story is "diff'rent," the
rist of it being that love flies out
the window and closes it after her
that her husband may not be forced
to sacrifice the fame and fortune
she is sure art viii give to him.
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all about what he chooses to call my
past.
What sort of a light would I be
put in if I went over to France to
look into his past and to investi-
gate his mother and his sister? He
knew my mother; he had met my
brother, and many, many of my life
long friends before we were married.
He doesn't have to look me up any
more than | have to look him up.'
l have met his sister a dear, sweet,
charming girl whom l should not
take the trouble to investigate.
81 am not at all disturbed over
Pierre's journey to my home, because
l. know my friends in the West are
too loyal to me to make any mis-
statements about me. And that
brings to mind one important point" /"
Nine. Tartoue wss interrupted by
the entrance of her mother and a
girl friend Of the family.
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Out of His Life

"Just so long as Pierre goes about
the country creating false impress
sions about me, just so long as he
inspires insinuations about me and
those / hold dear, just so long shall
have to make answer to these insin-
uations. But when he comes to his
senses and realizes that I am un-
willing to interfere with his art and
that / want him to havn everything
that is good and WORTH while in life
ana that he is only hurting himself
when he tries TO hurt ME, then
shall take myself entirely out of his
life and wish and pray only for his
success.
"Never have I done anything de-