Evening star., 1926-02-07

laws or government, certain modes of
life, people who have reached a def
nitely ascertainable place in art and
science, in the whole content of civili-
ZatiOn.
In THE Monuments of Christian
Rome" the author spreads such def
mite historic background-one stretch
ing from Constantine to the Renais-
sance, one covering the Christian
period Of Rome itself. Within this
compass he selects and sets out the
art of the period, carefully separating
1t from examples of art belonging to
other periods, even though the latter
may be standing beside the former
In other words, he gives us in a very
conclusive sense the history of Chris
tian Rome by way of it's monuments
And there is no other way to study the
art OF any place or time. An isolated
creation. no matter how perfect it may
be, is nothing when taken out and
away from the thoughts and aspira-
tions of the daily life that produced it.
SO. we are led here from monument to
monument of Christian Rome, read
ing through these the high point of
this period, reading also its decline by
the same tokens. a way so illuminat-
ing, this, as to become adventure of
the highest type-an adventuring back
who are, in substance and capacity,
just like US and no different And
| TINS klnshlp comes to us through a
study which. like this one, is simply
an emanation of the spirit and work
of whole people at certain stage Of
| their progress.
A learned man, this author. One,
besides, who has spent much time in
| the field that he here spreads for us.
at 1t.
| learned to keep himself simple and
understandable TO general readers who
are interested in this truly consider
able theme. SO, many a one, either
| in actual travel or in the travel that
| stays at home. has here authoritative,
competent and distinguished help for
his enterprise Of studying a period of
| Roman art.
MONDAY MORNING. BY Patrick
Hamilton. Boston: Houghton
Miffiin Company.
HNEXT Monday Morning" is, for
two sets of people, the movable
! starting point for every sort of meri-
torius endeavor. You recall here the
| woman whose children never by any
| chance did as she told them to do.
| Next Monday morning you're going
| TO begin TO mind was, to her, the
! positive and constantly recurring
| statement of a very faint hope This
| woman is of the irresolute adults who
! put off the most of their duties to
! such flying and unattainable hour.
I The other class, basking in thi- seem
| lngly definite point of approach. is
| made up Of young folks whose whole
| existence is somewhere in front OF
| them. To catch, or seem 10 catch. a
| bit OF it they fasten to this phrase as
| the time Of some great adventuring
| on their part.
| Monday Morning is a fresh and
| beautiful story of the boy, Anthony
! Charteris Forster. Now a boy is one
Of the few really fine things in the
world. Anthony is such a boy. Not
| at all-no. certainly not "a good boy
| nor "a nice boy in the mawkishly
! weak sense of those names. He is. in
stead, boy. Consequently he is in a
pretty fine world. And in this world
| he is going to do things that'll make a
| stir-the right kind of a stir-things
| that should have been done long ago
! and would have been, if--oh, well. a
fellow is born when he is born, even
II things do go to pot waiting for
| him.
The best companion of Anthony is
himself and it is while he is telling
that we, listening in, come upon a
story of youth that is not only honest
merely to be honest is not enough.
| The story is truer than mere honesty
because of the fact that it is so under.
| standingly and syTnpathetically hon.
est. This being true. and it is true
the young years of Anthony come on
| here in the full content of a clean
| boys tremendous preoccupations of
ambition and desires and plans. Flam
/ hoyant, oh yes, for this is a boy who
has not yet been taken in hand by
| life. And it is a refreshing story
because it is inspired with the spirit
of youth itself.
! X y = +
THE PROUD OLD NAME. BY {. f.
! Scoggins. indianapolis: The
Bobbs-Merrill Co.
! JAMES BROWN-that's the proud
old name. Later. to the boy so
| lonely down in Mexico it sounded good
| TO him to hear Jim Brown" and then
Jimmy" a likable felIow-iust ma
turally. Jimmy" Lonesome? That's
! no word for the CHASTITY emptiness in
which Jimmy waded around down
| there. so far away from home. so far
from the States, Gods own country
Then, one day, Jimmy met Don San
tiago Moreno of the lordly hacienda
over across the hills. Then he met
Elena, Don Santiagos lovely daugh-
ter. And Moreno was gracious toward
| the luSty youth. With an eye on
Elena and one on Jimmy he talked of
| adoption. lie explained elaborately
that the name, James Brown, trans
lated into the Spanish was nothing
else than Santiago Moreno. This left
no doubt at all of some hidden, long
tnrrrnffnn Oh c,t,. ~, sc L. Ia, IrD
tween the two. And Elena smiled.
And Jimmy was lost. He forgot his
shoemaker grandfather up North and
the sheer unlikelihood of noble Span.
fsh blood within his veins. Yep, he
was going to be Santiago Moreno
Junior, or something like that. At
any rate. he was sure of being
Elena's husband. And the gloom
around him turned to moonshine.
You see. right here, that it would
never do, never in the world. And
this little story is the story of the
rescue of Jimmy. a little tale. with
nc more than half an hour for its
reading. In it are laughter and ten
sion and excitement ana the best
possible medium for this kind of ad-
venture. Uncle Lew tells the tale
lncomparable for this business is
Uncle Lew. The economy of the real
artist is exercised here. a less skill
ful writer would have made long
story of the escape of Jim Brown, of
the quality of Don Santiago, of the
social system of Mexico, of the power
of the proud old name" Jim Brown,
American Instead, this writer has
given the substance of this romantic
adventure in a gem of a short story.
\ X X *
THE LOVE RACK. BY Cecil Roberts,
author of Sails of Sunset" etc.
New York: Frederick A. Stokes Co.
HONEST and appreciative women
generally nowadays acknowledge