Evening star., 1932-08-28

mayed No use Jane went on with her plan.
As a natural by-product OF her career Jane
had acquired the house feeling" And driving
by, she knew in a flash that that house was
hers, that she also belonged to it.
Not q young woman, not so old either, Jane
Golfer possessed capacity. bearing, charm, vigor.
All Of these she put into the new venture. Not
only the house. but the farm, too, captured the
new owner. And she planned to work these
acres OF course, there would have to be man
to plow and plant. to do whatever else farm
demands. She hired man for this. An Italian
or some such brand of alien from the many
roundabou Jake Ferrara by name. classic
god in stature and turn of leg, in span Of waist
and virile thigh in splendid torso and beauty
of face. Dumb. mere mechanism of male
perfection.
There you have the foundation of this matter
Plus the cosmic urge.
I began this story in JOY Such clipped
writing. Every sentence picture. The aloofneSS
of it all-the house, the farm, the woman alone
and on her own. 1t was fascinating Now this
will be delightful. No murders, no obsessng
seventh commandment, no seductions. no broken
families. Perfectly finei And I settled down
into real promise of pleasure
But, in my enthusiasm at the circumstances
set so pleasingly I had quite forgotten the
cosmc urge. the woman, the man.
And so it was shock when Jane Golfer
sure, she married Jake Ferrara, making Of him
an honest husband and householder. And,
equally to be sure, Jake of the vendetta tribe,
subsequently tried to kill Jane
All this comes so late however, that q real
budget Of delight in good writing and fresh
story Is available before the true psychology Of
the situation gets in its work before that
usually obnoxious inevitable" prizes its meddle-
some way into q quite idylHc experiment i'll
farm life as a woman proved herself able to
promote it.
Jake it was who really discovered the ghost
behind the WALL the jim with flaming torch.
Between superstitious terror and disgust for an
'old woman" forever making love to him, Jake
fell. And the story ends in the modern key.
Disappointed, one can not, in the name of
literary art complain for the ending of that
story was planted when Jake Ferrara sowed
the first seed on Jane Golfers farm at
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TOLERANCE. By Lincoln Potter Boston The
Christopher Publishing Co.
A WASHINGTON novelist Mr. Potter be-
longs to the school OF realism In the art Of
story writing. In substance, therefore his work
is of the garden variety. From daily happenings
in the household, or on the nearby street, or in
local social and business affairs he stages those
habits and attitudes of the human that define
character more definitely and usefully for COM
mon need than do, possibly can, the exploits
Of romantic hero or daring 'adventurer
So here, out of me and my WIFE," the chill
dren and folks across the lawn and over the
street Mr.. Potter devises situations and Incl
dents IN which all may share and do share,
simple and natural activities for the exercise Of
tolerance, the most needed of social attributes
in every walk of life. We speak ordinarily of
tolerance in its larger operations, in religion,
politics and other great institutions. Here how
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friendships to simple plans wherein, as a rule,
everybody takes the right to cffer objections, to
set up obstacles, to impose the familiar If I
were in his place I'd not do so and So"
In an interesting web of common incidents
wherein work and play alternate as they do in
all community life, this author sets up very
admirable and believable, drama which rises to
a reslly exciting point in the exercise OF the
power that constitutes the theme of the romance
in the exercise of tolerance
Not snowy writer. Not given to high ad-
venture and triumphant outcome. Rather,
solid and patient novelist who whittles his
stories out of human nature in its familiar
manifestations, much as he whittleS objects Of
use and ornament out Of wood, fashioning them
in a deal Of painstaking according to the pattern
set for them in his mind. Unpretentious and
faithful is this tale of life, your life and mine,
in the common paths set for us to tread.
LUCILLE CLERY: A Woman of Intrigue. By
Joseph Shearing. New York: Harper g.
Brothers.
TRENCH In origin and setting, here is a
murder story. a mystery tale, that not so
many years ago was of newspaper Importance
even beyond the limits of France itself.
1T the moment it stands as a most unusual
murder story. Unusual in the quality Of its
characters, even more unusual in its method
We have become accustomed to the current
mystery formula. crime committed, the more
brutal the better. Excitement. public panic
Police and detective departments mcbilized and
set to action under some famous detective COM
monty named private" Clues discovered and