Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1931-04-05
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The Nation s Finances and DIR. Bozvermau s
VoIume on CeuSorship-ANovel Concerned
Min W1ashington Atfairs-Other
Spring Fiction.
Spring Fiction.

daughter, Camilla, to the squire Richard Lowell.
In SO far as the course of events goes, that is
the story. Camilla running wild about the
gloomy countryside. Camilla growing up to en-
snare Richard himself and his two sons. The
makeshifts of chance or fate, by way of which
one and another of these men are, in turn, the
girls desire and possession. Black, fierce,
did. only half human at its high pointS-yet a
thing that sweeps def1antly across these pages,
rooted securely in the justification of its own
beginnings. gypsy trail, outlawed gypsy
murderer Lobo his wife and brats and dogs
and blind Antonio and the mule drawn rat
Ting cart of house stuff odds and ends. Out
of Spain hot and dusty. into France. The great
fair at Aries, where gypsies from East and West
assemble. A splendid flash of color and music
and dancing Then on again, for Lobo is suS-
pect. News travels fast by the secret patteran
OF the gypsy code. Across the channel into
England, every day and every mile disclosing
some characteristic facing of these wanderers
upon the age-old Romany soul. America is the
goal. But. with the sale of the girl to Lowell
the gypsies move and the DRY takes its
wild way with Camilla and the Lovells.
A wild and splendid captivation, lawleSS
adventuring of the spirit into freedom-yet all
so placed, so rooted in race and character and
circumstance, tuned to the fierce nature and
mood of the land as to seem part of it. a
natural evocation, older than laws older than
morals, just part of earth itself. Very beau
tiful and sustained in its beauty.
THIS NEW YORK OF MINE. By Charles Han
son Towne New York: Cosmopolitan Book
Corporation.
WITH the wanderlust upon him one man
goes to the South Seas and one to Bag
dad and another to some remoter corner
of the earth Charles Hanson Towne, SINH
larry seized, merely takes another turn around
New York. Adventure more satisfying than old
Haroun or Ulysses or all the other tramps rolled
into one could offer of the drama of life, of
the performance of the human Not that Mr..
Towne never does stray from home. But that,
instead, his richest vagrancies are invariably
on and around the home lot.
Ready to make this book Mr.. Towne must
have recalled the fascinating Kaleidoscope that,
as boy he looked into turning it in his hand
to see the lovely coored figures that slipped,
endlessly. into new shapes Of surprise and
charm. And he fashioned this travel book Of
New York upon that plan. Every page or so.
turned, brings new and pleasing design of
this section or of that one of this feature
another, of the individual at one point and the
great human impaSse at that one. Out of the
manifold and diverse cleaning he draws the
spirit of the huge body the kindness of its
heart the brutality of its sudden behaviors the
mystery of its spell, the miracle of its great
ness. This is history. 1t is no regular
story, no coherent account. Better than any
OF these. For, like any other traveller, Charles
Hanson Towne comes back from the adventure
having found-just himself. The part of New
York that was of his own body and soul en-
tered in and became a richer part of himself.
So, from the poor quarter and the rich one,
from the play houses and the symphony halls,
from quiet book shops and odd oriental bazaars,
from trade streets and money tunnels. from
every corner he comes bringing himself, re-
awakened, renewed, rededicated to the great
city. The home city, as it has come to be to
this native Kentuckian The city that in his
own measure is himself.
1T called me in the sunrise and the dew
At noon and twilight, sadly, hungrily,
The jealous CITY, whispering alwayS-Home."
1 WALK ALONE BY Kathleen Wallace. New
York: Doubleday, Doran & Co.
THE story of Hwa Mel Ling, high-born
Chinese maiden Stripped naked and
beaten with stripes by outraged father in
the presence of the family, Hwa Mel Ling
became outcast to a distant part of China.
Forest Flower" had committed the unpar-
donable sin. Therefore this is the unhappy
story of a wicked woman. The girl had no
wares but her beauty nothing to sell but her
self Fate seemed to be forever crowding her
into this place that one, where she alone
by the magic of her power over men, great
men and powerful ones, could save this i'm
periled group, that endangered company, these
women and children in distress. And she
accepted this as her part in life. To walk in
beauty and alone, outcast. Yet in the
quality of her personal debasement, in the
honesty of her frank self-sacrifice always for
others-and quite much in the poetic
beauty of the authors imagery and portrayal,
one comes out or this adventure of reading
very much puzzled about the balance between
motive and deed about the counterpoise Of
right and wrong. Can bad woman be good
woman? An old question Let it go. Here
is a very beautiful story of the Orient, redolent
at innumerable points with the mystery and
subtlety and charm ~ the East, stepped in
the beauty OF its landscape, of its temples, of