Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-01-05

ch9racter-dne, cultured, compelling
and Just q working man.
FU0ITIvE'S RETURN. BY Susan Glas-
pell, author Of Brook Evans" etc.
New York: Frederick A. Stokes Co.
THIS story may be parable. leave
1t to you. It Is, in effect, an ad-
venture Of the spirit by way of the loss
Of speech. This was the way of 1t, in
q word or two. A woman. the average
married woman. Trouble-faithleSs hus-
band, the death Of the little daughter.
Flight on the part Of Irma Lee-speech-
less for months. or q year. The real
beauty of the story, and 1t has much
Of this, rises out Of the girls life in
an old and unawakened corner of
Greece, where the ancient pastoral ways
still weave in and out of lovely dawns
and soothing dusks. There Irma Lee
partakes Of the existence of shepherd
and weaver and worker in the soil. No
word Is spoken. yet there comes in time
to be clear and complete intercourse
between this silent woman and the
things around her-men and women,
children the lambs, the goats, the vines
and the fields, SUNSHINE and soft wealth.
erS. And all the time there Is in the
making another woman-one of deeper
insight, one of truer self-appraisal, one
Of less personal pre0ccupation. Ger
tainly the story does not say this. 1t
is too fine q story for that. But the
time passed, the new vision ingrained
to definite substance, this woman goes
back into the old life: With rewards?
Not one, that Is, measurable by the
common yardStick Of this thing gained,
that thing secure in the pocket or the
purSe-no returns Of that sort. The
husband happily taken care of by an
other woman. An old friend and a new
friend-well, there Is nothing there,
either, to be weighed in the hand. Yet,
out Of the silence, out of the simplicity
and the beauty Of the old retreat in
Hellas, out Of what must be the deep
resources of mans spirit-a new woman
comes back to the cid place, with some
thing real to do-oh. not for herself
Oh, no. Is this parable, do you think?
Read 1t, anyway, for it is a truly beau
tiful adventure-serene and strong in
its effect. 1t Is conceived In serenity
and strength and In the good art of
building, besides,
49, So
MEMOIRS OF AN%,OLD PARLIA-
MENTARIAN.a By the Right Hon
T. p. O'Connor, mp. Two volumes
New York: D. Appleton g. Co.
GAVE for students Of the subject in
- volved here, this book Is too long
Two big volumes are Stoo much for the
back of the modern Pilgrim, since it is
already bowed and beat under the load
Of this multitudinous daily life. But
wait q minutess 1t Is not that sort Of
book, or books. 1t Is not directed upon
the student and hts labored ways of
regularity and routine. Here you have
1t--nott book at all-but adventure
for the vagrant and the vagabond,
preferably Of Irish stripe. Step inside
once and, II you belong, you will dis
cover that this Is no; road, no course in
political essence or procedure. Hardly
path Is set for any ones feet here
Instead, door opens not more than an
inch, and inside you push your way,
by virtue Of the lure of the Irish eye.
And there. giving YOU "Good-day!" is
Tay Pay 20; Corner This settles you
you 60 ct the beck and call of this
genial and communicable IriShman
through-why, I think II is 40 years-of
Parliament and its doinks with one who
Is now called the dean Of them all, "the
Father Of Parliament" And the incl
dents that crowd, the fights that are
set up, the close-range view of this
great one and that-GladStone DisraeH.
Balfour and host of other defenders
OF the empire. You 60 to war-nothine
less-fghting for home rule You en-
gage In every wayside brawl that a
h1gh-hearted son of Erin is so depend
ent upon for the breath of life. You
near all over again, and from a new
angle, the STORY Of Parnell," killed of
by the woman blight. In a word
laughing and agreeing to every bit Of 1t,
you travel through the years with this
nuoyant man, who, starting on a long
time ago In the company of a fellow
called Starvation" gradually rose and
rose, by the lift of his own lighter-than-
air soul. to high position, to influential
omce-and oh, boy, what a grand time
lay Ray OConnor has had being great
mustn't miss the mirthful youth of
this man nor his Celtic billigerency-
nor any of the delightful Irishry of the
man partaking in the Solemnities of the
English government
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THE HAWBUCKS. BY John Maseheld
author OF Captain Margaret" etc.
New York: The Macmillan Co.
JOHN MASEFIELD goes ashore for
Hawbucks." Sturdy as a mariner
should be, though. and keen of sight as
In his many sailings, he betakes him.
sell Tor this story to a. familiar corner
OF England as 1t was in the days be-
fore the war. A countryside adventure
OF men and horses and dogs, of hunt
ings and racings, of English weathers
and the common run Of daily inter-
ests that engage the people Of this, un-
changing quarter. Naturally it has
changed since. But then it was much
as 1t had been for time out of mind in
its effect on the ways OF the English
Squirearchy. Not all men. There are a
few women here. And love story goes
along. Of course. A robust romance. No
languors about 1t. Rather an up-and-
coming young woman of thrifty soul
who plays her game with both hands.
That is all right too? There are excit-
ing moments and half-days in this gen.
orally staid portrayal of country life.
There Is hunt, which, If you are Of
that breed, you will enter into with
great ardor. There is fight with a
storm out on the moors that will stir
you TO genuine thrill or two You will
call the whole of 1t good stuff-and
then, you will slip back into the sea
songs OF John MaSefleld, where he is
truly ct home, where he makes YOU
feel at home, too, IN q glad expansion
OF your own spirit.
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THERE IS ANOTHER HEAVEN. By-
Robert Nathan, author of Autumn"
etc. Indianapolis: The Bookseller
rill Co.
You have your own picture of what
= heaven Is going to be for you.
Everybody has. So there must be- ac-
cording to this, IS many heavens
oh. well, that is too long road, and
Nathan and his story on this theme.
Here we stand on tho honke NJ thu