Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1932-09-25

volved. Nothing, this. Q step along the
road she was bound to travel Then a more
useful man, worn out genius In her own art,
took the girl over she stofdly accepting the
usual quid pro quo for seemingly gratitous
training. And these are the ways by which an
unavoidable artist arrived, at the summit of
her art. The story sparkles with flashing lights
OF Increasingly great houses, Of increasingly
populous cities. All the time, the great bale
rtna picking and choosing here and there choice
bits for her own advancement. And all the
time too the years are creeping on. Then,
finally the supreme and inevitable tragedy of
mounting time fell upon the great artist She
began to feel out for the friendly hano, the
supporting arm, the smile. lying smile but
a sweet and welcome one. An old woman. An
empty heart, a diSillusioned mind. Why not9
That IS life. And here is a brilliant, even
gorgeous drama, Of one OF its aspects. Work
that does no fall below Flamenco" And that
saying much in commentator Of it. In
Recommendation of it as promise to readers
Of good fiction
DOWN THE GARDEN PATH. BY Beverley
Nichols, author of "Evensons," ETC. New
York Doubleday Doran & Co.
A N adventurous man. Beverley Nichols, going
n every which way for pickinss cut OF life
I've read some of his novels, all Of his essays
and few Of the autobiographies OF his various
parts. All new, all fresh. Down the Garden
Path" does not step aside from this sest of
novelty, even though for inspiration II goes
back to Eden, to Gods sentence of unbroken
work and sweat upon hap,ess Adam. The prime
and lasting subStantiation Of that life sentence
Is the fact that from Adam until now man
breaks away from the lesser preoccupations Of
play making money to dig and pillow and
delve in the soil of new Edens scattered all over
the face of the earth "Making a garden" he
calls it.
SEM iS he hsfSiY rSf
book, as Beverley Nichols, gathering up an
armful of mysterious garden tools" goes hap
PLY and confidently out to make firm his claim,
p son Of Adam" Instantly, 50 bent, Nichols
becomes a type. Everybody is doing it. Every
body Is in a state Of gardening inexperence
equal to his own. So these inept hosts are able
to read this book as if it were their cwn con
fession of faith" as he admits it to be his
And, as mattec of fact, faith is Just about the
entire equipment of the venture. This par
ticular man knows not a thing in the world
about soils. But who does? MGR is he able to
diferentiate with any certainty between useful
vegetable and noxious weed, save only that
the tare is lusty and robust in growth where
potatoes and beans backward in coming
forward shrinking and shy However, that is
a good basis upon which to build, and, for lack
Of . better one the new Adam makes use of
it. In the undertaking he revives q beautiful
and satisfying credulty a new confidence in
his fellow men, which, now and then, he sus-
pected, with rue, that he had lost going TO and
fro upon the earth, rubbing up against the sons
Of the tribe. And this joyous restoration came
by way Of budgets and bundles Of gorgeous
seed catalogues that, seemingly by magic, slowed
themselves beside his garden gate. A bit
disastrous IN the end, that; but this man IS
more than q gardener. Philosopher IS well
who thought censolirgly Of many less n1eritO-
riouS ways OF losing money than by way of
harmless lies on the part Of these optinists IN
print and picture. Better read this adventure.
For it is your own. Much more interesting put
toe. than you and could possibly make 1t look
and sound.
TWO LIVING AND ONE DEAD. BY sigurd
Christensen. Translated from the Norwe-
gfan by Edwin BJorkman. New York: Live
right, Inc.
A MYSTERY tale, different, quite different
n from the common run Of these which,
nowadays move exclusively by rote.
A post Office robbery in the early evening as
three clerks are counting the days receipts and
putting the money into its safety vault. Two
of these clerks working together. The third
one in a room by himself. Two thieves enter
and make away with the money. That, the ma
terial fact of the moment. One Of the two
clerks working together, was shot, killed The
other was wounded, bruised about the head,
found lying upon the floor. The third clerk,
in q room by himself, faced with two drawn re-
volvers and . demand for his box Of receipts
stepped aside from it and the robbers, scooping
up the money, took their leave
Such the situation upon which the story it
self rests, from which subsequent events issue.
One man. dead, but a hero. Another man wound
ed, himself hero of sorts. The third man. saw
ing his own life in lieu Of protecting small
sum of money. Savors of cowardice. that And
the story moves upon these lines of public opin-
ion in regard to these three. The widow and
little son Of the dead man are the sole losers
because of his fate. Eulogies Of high behavior
cannot take place of food and companion
ship provided by a living man. Their man was
dead. Sometimes the wife Questioned. The
man. wounded and wearing a bandage about