Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-04-12
IHeRace for Culture -7e'r1bleLifeStory Of
Leniu Mr.. Gibbs Produces An0ther
No7pI-7He Unusual Short Stories of
DOM Bwue.
Dom Bwue.

more, recalled short stories by Dom Byrne that
had come out here and there. These were
called together. Now here is another Byrne
book for those who love the aching beauty of
the mans thoughts, the singing loneliness OF his
words Among these tales Is all told, is THE
Wake" Do you recall it? Do you see again
old Michael James sitting beside the body of
his girl wife lit candles to head and foot of
her? The girl wife who had loved the lad
Kennedy instead Of him. Waiting, he was for
Kennedy to come as he had sworn he would do.
Sitting there, he fell to thinking about her
soul. And then, too, wondering what soul
like. And he thought of dove, and then
Of bat fluttering through the dark and then
of a bird lost at twilight He thought of it as
some lonely flying thing with long journey
before 1t and no place to rest. He could
imagine it uttering the plantive cry of a pee
wit. And then it struck him that the night
was cold"
And Kennedy was at the door. Grief, anger
murder with him. And the old man, knowing
his danger, and not caring, went to meet him.
Anger fell away from the one. Fear from the
other. And old Michael said to the boy, You'll
come in and I'll leave you alone there" 1t was
like son of his that had been hurt and had
come to him for comfort. Its all right,
Laddie." he said. ITS all right and he lifted
the latch.
THE HIGHWAY TO SUCCESS. BY c. Harold
Smith, author of THE Bridge of Life" etc.
New York: d. Appleton g. Co.
A UToBIoGRAPHY is, inherently, a self
conferred disclosure Contrariwise, not in
this case, however. Harold Smiths objective
here is not himself. Rather is it the young
men and women around him whose problems
may acquire certain forces of solution by way
of his advance toward self-fulf1llment and
success.
home, to the South Seas. From there, across
to the United States finally settling in New
York City. There he built business. There
he gained that which is commonly called sue
cess. To this man, this kind of man, it seems
but the fair thing to turn this experience over
to the uses of youth striving toward the same
goal.
even without its generally helpful intent. A
simple story, too, with many q point of sheer
diversion and hearty laughter upon it as the
writer shows here, how he missed his immediate
object, or how he regained a lost step. Not
q hint Of the preacher or the schoolmaster In
these lessons. Instead, friendly and genial
taking the world Of young folks into his con-
ddence, without hesitation or Withholding He
points upon certain personal qualities that
helped him to win, upon certain others that
insured him loss. No superior poSings, here,
mind you! Incidents gather round each of the
picked out along the way Of his own getting
along in life.
Here Is letter to young men, Better cut
1t loose from the book and tuck it into your
brief case for ready reference, and many Of
them. No. upon the whole, that Is not good
plan, for little further ON is q priceless talk
on The Philosophy Of Possession" 1t is little
book, not too big for the average pocket So
wiser scheme Is to take the whole of 1t with
you, as you go about upon this that errand
that has to do with the job that you are striv-
ing to turn into better one.
I don't know Of a better friend for energetic
ambitious youth TO have than q man like this.
friendly, open-handed man who has gone
over the road that you are seeking. One who,
without pretense or parade or bunk Of any sort,
honestly wants TO tell you all that he knows
about the journey ahead.
A TEA-sHoP IN LINGEHoUsE. BY Thomas
Burke, author of "Limehouse Nights" etc.
Boston: Little. Brown & Co.
T AM deep in debt to Tommie Burke. And
50 you. But for him We should not
have known, never really have known, that
richest part of all London, Chinatown. Never
have known the beauty of those "Limehouse
Nights" nor have been able to seat ourselves
this evening in the LimehouSe Tea-shop along
with MIR. Quong. Very DID, Mr.. Quong, 80
Thomas Burke tells US IS he leads the way to
that back room Of the shop blend OF Kwang
Tung village and Cockney slum, reeking "of
fried fish, cinnamon, Gold Flake tobacco, sin
seng and the sea-" And there to greet US is
Mr.. Quong himself, the man "of large and
opulent silences," whose fables came out '.jn
odd strips, like cuttings from an unseen length
Of material" And whose phrases, half-fOrmed,
carry o dialect Of such mixed pedigree rs TO
leave his meanings half the time high In the
air. Nevertheless and Notwithstanding here we
are, you and I, with TOmmie Burke and Mr..
QuOng, for the delight Of 10 new fables from
that Limehouse store Of treasure