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he dlary of Alfred Dreyfus had been hed two years ago it would have world on fire. At this time it kely to prove a fad. but, nev 8 promises to command a great amount of attention. Six vears have passed since the accusa- tion of the young artillery captain for the most atrocious of all ¢ es known to the soldier—high treason against his country. To the world at > ery of this man against the degradation that followed his 1 seemed the plea of an innocent man a subsequent events pointed but the more strongly to a martyrdom. For years Drevfus was out of the world and rematned silent. When he was finally brought back to recefve again his liberty it was thought for some time that this wreck of a man would never again know the blessings of health and strength. He went to prison young and came out after those few vears prematurely aged. At last he has spoken and submits to the world his own account of those fright- ful five vesrs of trial and incarceration, 1894-1899. The life of Dreyfus up to the time of his accusation is told in two pages. It amounts to nothing more than the usual career of a young army officer. Born in Alsace, October 9, 1859 he became a cadet of artillery in 1880, in 1889 received a com- mission of captain of artillery, was mar- ried the next winter, and in 1893 took serv- e in the Second Bureau of the General Stafr Saturday. the 12th of October, 189, was the beginning of what came very near being the end. He was arrested on the suspicion of having furnished the German flitary attache in Paris with a treason- able paper. This was the famous ‘‘bor- dereau” that became the basis of the entire Dreyfus case. This account of his life by Alfred Drey- fus appeals to the reader not as a mere of occurrences in the case, but be- it 1s by Dreyfus himself. At last we hear from the persecuted man his own side of the story, his own feelings and sensations. We have had the newspaper and maga- zine accounts and reports until every one h the details of the case as formed his own opinion long ago. The interest in the mere recital of facts i dead. but the curlosity to know exactly what Dreyfus himself thought about the whole affair certainly exists. It must be =aid in all justice to the man that abso- lute fairness seems to rule his account, and still this recital is the most dramatic bit of fact ever published, In the first chapter Drevfus tells of his arrest and peculiar examination by Com- The proceedings were nly irregular, to say the least. He s called into a private room and asked to copy certain sentences from diétation, then suddenly charged with high treason, nd hustied away to the military prison. A note from Commandant Forzinetti, the head of the prison, is given in full and shows that man, accustomed to all and ions of prisoners and crimin: decided in his own mind be- vyond the question of a doubt that Drey fus was an innocent man. It is certainly 2 most interesting paper. but too long to copy as a whole. This extract shows the general sentiment: “During the vears that T have spent as the head of various military prisons T have acquired a great experience of pris- oners. and 1 do not fear toesay, and to say deliberately, that a terrible mistake has been made. 1 have never regarded Captain Dreyfus as a traitor to his coun- try and uniform.” Then came the first court-martial of 1894 and the conviction, the beginning of persecution for the unfortunate man. The diary says: arze pae d h certa To me acouittal seemed certain T wes founi zullty learned four years and a half later that the gocd faith of the Judges had been abused by the testimony of Henry (he who afterwa, became a forker), as well as by the commun eation in the room of secret documents snknown to the accused and his counsel doo. uments of which some did not apply to him, while the rest were forgeries. : The communication of thess dncu menis 10 the members of the court-mar n Mercier % The man's Fecret General terrible mental sufferings ar- ter this are shown in his mu-‘r:mrg.; ;I: devoted wife. He received another biow when. on the 3ist of December, 195, ne heard that his appeal for & new trial oy been refused. It was then that only tha thought of his family and of regaining his honor kept him from a suieldes grave. On the 5th of January followed his degradation : e horrible torture with- " he begins simply, as, in. deed, the newspaner reports attest, -‘Be. fore the ceremony 1 waited au hour in the hall of the garrison adjutant. * e During these long minutes 1 gathered up all the forces of my being. * * * Aftar this T was marched to the center of the square, under a guard of four men and a corporal ne o'clock struck. General Darras. commanding the parade, gave the order to carry arms. I suffered agon- 1zingly. but held myself erect with all my strepgth. To sustain me T called up the mrmory of my wife and children. As soon as the sentence had been read I cried aloud, addressing myself 10 the troops: ‘Soldiers, they are degrading an innocent man. Soldiers, they are dishonoring an innocent man. Vive la France, vive THE SUNDAY CALL T'armee” A sergeant of the Republican Guard came up to me. He tore off rapid- Iy buttons, trouser stripes, the signs of my rank from cap and sleeves, and then broke my sword across his knee. I saw all these material emblems of my honor fall at my feet. Then, my whole being racked by a fearful paroxysm, but with body erect and head high, T shouted again and again to the soldiers and to the as- sembled crowd the cry of my soul: ‘T am innocent! " What were the emotions of the innocent when the mob heaved forward in a mur- derous surge, crying, “Death to the trait- or! Kill him! Coward! Judas! Dirty Jew!” “I heard the howls of the deluded mob.” he writes, “T felt the thrill which T knew must be running through those peovle, since thexr believed that before them was a convicted traitor to France: and T strorgled to transmit to their hearts an- nther thrill—belief in my innocence.” To T1s wife he writes: “Some time when we are reunited T will tell you what T have suffered to-day as T went through. one after another. those ignominious stations of v degradation. Again-and again T wondered to myself. “Wh- ara you hera?) What are vou ~nire here? T seemed to mvyself to be the vietim of a hallucina- tion. Then my torn, é*shonored garments would bring me brutally back to realitv. The looks of hate and seovn tnld me, only teo olainly, why T was there. Oh. wh covld not my heart have heen laid oven s0 that 21l might have read it—so that a'l those poor people along my route wanld have cried out. “This is a man of h-n + *+ *» How well T understand them. In their place T cruld not have rTestra'ned my contemnt for an offcer braaded a traftor to his eountrv. But, alas! here is the pitiful tragedy. There Is a traltor, but it 's not Then follnws his acconnt of the tr! the T'e de Re Prison and the unnecessi and brutal treatment that he received there. The lefters between himself and his wife are pitiful in the extre An of his rights have been teken away from him and in his first letter he say “And now I must remind you that he- fore you come here you mi provide yourself with all the authorizations neces sary tn see me; do not forget to ask per- mission to kiss me.” These letters tell better than the most eloquent pen of any of the world's ereat- est writers could the life of Dreyfus at that time, for they were written at the moment and when the incidents were liv- es. At last is allowed to see his wife with the director of the prison in the middle of the room and guards in front of the glass door outside. They are warned that conversation on anvthing concerning the trial is forbidden. Even this, however, was easy compared to the long vears abead in the solitude of Devils Island. On the 2ist of February he sees his wife for the last time. She asked that they tie her hands behind her back and let her approach and kiss me. The director gave a rough refusal. After the in- terview, which was from 2 to 3 o'clock. T was suddenly told 1 must get ready for my de- parture. withcut either of us having been proviensly informed, He is taken on a launch to the transport in the roadstead of Rochefort and— “The next day the Saint-Nazaire weighed anchor.” He has no idea of his destination and for food is given the regular convict’s ra- tion in old preserve cans. After fifreen davs of this he arrives in the roadstead of the Tles du Salut on the 12th of March, 1895, but is kept in his cell aboard ship for four days in the tropical heat hefore he is landed and shut up in the prison estab- lishment of the Tle Royale. On April 13 he is taken to the Tle du Diable, a barren rock used previously for the isolation of lepers. Here is a descrip- tion of the measures‘adopted for his dis- posal: The hut destined for my use was bullt of stone and covered mbout seventeen square vards. The windows were grated. The door was of lattice work, with simple fron ba This dcor led to a little hallway six feet square. the entrance to which was closed by a solid wooden door. In the anteroom a guard was always on duty. These guards wers relfeved every two hours; thev were not to lose sight of me day or night. Five men were detailed to that service, At night the outer door was closed inside and out, so that every two hours at guard relief there was an infernal clatter of keys and fronwork. By dav T had the right to go about in that part of the island comprised between the land- inz nlace in the little valley where the lepers' camp had been, a treeless snace of less than half an acre. I was absolutely forbidden to leave these limits. The moment I started out T was accompanied by the guard, who was not tp lose sight of & eingle one of my move- ments. The guard was armed with a revolver; later on a rifie and eartridge belt were added. T was expressly forbidden to speak to any one whomsoever. At the beginning my rations were those of a soldler in the colonies, but without wine. I bhad to Ao my own cooking, and in fact to do everything myself. Then follows his diary of that vear on this Devils Island. The man's sufferings with the heat and the vermin, the rattle and change of the guards every two hours =0 that sleep is almost impossible, his struggle for life against the bad food pro- vided, the prevention of all communica- tion with the outside world—these things sound rather like a story from back cen- turfes than the doings of a civilized na- tion only a few years ago. Here is a page from his diary, April 20, 1895, 11 o’clock in 1 have finished my cooking for the day. This plece 15 to bofl, : cook the latter T have contrived a grill from on old plece of sheet fron which I picked up on the island. For drink T have water. My food 1= 111 prepared in old tin cans. T have nothing with which to clean these properly and have no plates. 1 must pull together all my courage to live under such conditions, added to all my mental tortures. Utterly exhausted, I am go- ing to stretch myself out on my bed From that time on it is a constant round of hot, tropical weather varied by frightful rains, fever, sickness and de- spair. The only thought that seems to hold Dreyfus up is the idea that his men- tality must support life in his body until he ean finally clear his good name. Fi- nally he is put in irons, “as a measure of precaution,” and then he closes his diary with this Jast entry: “Thursday. September 10, 1876, “T am so utterly weary, so broken down in body and soul. that to-day I stop my diary, not being able to foresce how long my strength will hold out, or what day my brain will succumb under the weight of so great a burden.” Following this is a petition to the Pres- ijdent of the Tepublic to give the diary to Mme. Dreyfus, closing with: “1 simply declare once more that T am fnnocent of this abominable crime, and T ask ever and again for this one thing, always the same thing—that the search for the culprit who is the real author of this base crime be prosecuted. “And when he is discovered, T beseech that the compassion which so great a misfortune as mine inspires may be given to my dear wife and my darling chil- dren.” From the description of the days that followed in this hell hole when every night he was chained to his bed by iron foot bracelets and his days were spent under the strictest and most persecuting surveillance, and the sweltering tropic sun, it is to be wondered how the man ever managed to come out of it alive. He has written this part in such a plain, straightforward way that reading brings appreciation, sympathy and conviction. On the 5th of June, 1899, came the first glimpse of sunshine he had seen for near- ly five years. He recelved notice of the order to take him back to France and finally reached there on the 1st of July to see his wife, meet Maitre Demange and Maitre Labori, and learn the chron- clogy of the “Affaire.’” Then followel the conrt-martial at Rennes and Dreyfus’ liberation. Hic hock closes with the statement that he nubliched at that time: “The Government of the republic gives me back my liberty. It is nothing to m» without honor. Beginning with to-day I shall uvnremittinely strfve for tha re- paration of the fri~ht{nl judicial errpr of which T am st!'l the victim. “I want 11 Erance to know hv a final jndegment that I am innocent. My heart will never he satisfied while there is a single Frapchman who imputes to me the aheminable crime which another com- mitted.” (Puhlished bv MeClure, Phillips & Co., New Yerk. Price $157.) B. G. LATHROP. Basketry. * by Georze Wharton . is a hook which will in all probabilitv =tand lopg at the head of its class. At precent it is alone. The author has gone into a field where none of the hook writers have ‘been, and those who follow will fir? meager gleanings, not only by reason of Mr. James having gath- ered harvest en thoroughly, but from the fant that the art of basket meking is one which is expiring am-ng the Indians themselves, Tt was for.unately discov- ered by the collectors just in time to pre- serve the last gems of the art, which would have soon sunk into the unnoticed past. Tt shanld ha explatned in the heginning that thine more than mere haskets as baskets are knewn to tre eammercial world. Thev are science, literature, legend and art all woven into one. A hastet made by a California maiella s full of meantne. FEvery fiber of its warp and woof was pathered with tender solicitude- and painful care. The basket itself tells a storv. or is an emblem of a religious iden. Every shape and desizn has a significance, some of them, like the world-known swastika, cld as the hills and-almost as unknowable. Baskets are made by other aborigines, but they are merely eontainers, utilitarian makeshifts to take the place of box or bag, and are void of meaning or artistic purpose. . The baskets of e California Indians cre alone enough zive thelr makers high rank in the ethnological scale, and the much-repeated statement that the California Indians were the lowest of all the American tribes will be hushed before the evidence recorded in “Indian Bas- ketry.” Comparing the Amerinds of East and West, Mr. Wharton says: California has long been known as the home of particularly expert basket weavers. Possi- bly the finest baskets ever made with but two or three exceptions, were the work of Gualalas, Yokuts or Pomas. T.ie fertile, well-wooded and watered western slopes of the majestic Sterra Nevadas were long the home of an aboriginal people which In early days was so large as to command the astonishment of travelers fami- lar with the populations of the cold forests of the Atlantlc States, or the vast sterlle wastes of the Interfor of the continent. Stephen Powers estimates that at the begin- ning of the century there must have been not less than 700,000 Indians in California alone. Citilizatlon has swept most of them away. Re- gardless of what the ‘‘carpet knights who wield compiling pens’” in comfortable Fastern or Furopean libraries say, we who have studied the Tndian fn his own home, have heard his traditions of the origins of his races and the storles of thelr decline, have seen the rapid diminution of population in recent years, know full well that it is sadly too true In most cases that “Civilization bestows all of its vices and few if any of its virtues on the American In- dian. The California Tndlan was very different from his warlike brother of the Atlantic Coast and Great Inland Basin. He was the type of qulet, contented, peaceful simplicity. Not that he never went to war, but he preferred to take Jife easy, enjcy his simple pleasures, indulge in his religious dances, destroy his enemies by treacherous assassination rather than by open warfare, and run away with a good-looking girl when#he was too poor to purchase her. Of the vast and teeming population of this ideal land, there are but scattered remnants. 1t is a credit to California to have such a thorough work on a subject the import- ance of which will not be fully apparent until the opportunity for compiling will have passed forever. For there is but lit- tle popular interest in.aboriginal art, which is the fountain of all art, and the author's work must of necessity be a labor of love. Long as Turkish and Ori- ental rugs have been before the public, it is only within the last year that a book has been published which was devoted ex- clusively to Orfental weaving, although the traffic in the goods must have amount- ed to millions of dollars each year, and they are found in every household where beauty is held above gaudiness. Yet to many, “the many,” all rugs look alike: they are merely different kinds of carpet. To those who know. an antique oriental rug is something to be put in a glass case or hung on the wall. There'is the differ- ence between it and other rugs or carpets that there is between true diamonds and bits of polished or other glass. So there is the same Intrinsie beautiful value in a genuine basket, and this book which so fully records the basket weavers' art and attainments may by stimulating interest in the craft rescue it from fast coming oblivion. The book is dedicated to *‘Otis T. Mason of the Smithsonian Institution, whose con- sclentious labors reveal how large a debt the world owes to aboriginal woman.” In support of this statement, among other things Mr. James says: Indian basketry is almost entirely the work of Indian women, therefore its study neces- sarlly leads us to the sanctum of feminine In- dian life, The thought of the woman, the art development, the acquirement of skill, the ap- preciation of color. the utilization of crude ma- terial for her purnoses, the labor of gathering the materials, the objects she had in view in the mgnufacture, the methods she followed to attain those objects, her fallures, her suc- cesses, her attempts to imitate the striking ob- jeets of nature, with which she came in con- tact, the esthetic qualities of mind, that led her to thus desire to imitate nature—all these and a thousand other things In the Indlan woman's life are discoverable in an intelligent study of the baskets they have woven in thelr camps. One has but to study the history of all in- distinet from military occupations, honored a position woman has-won, by her energy, industry and wit, Ind “Indian Paciate Tames of Pacnden Those fools of the male sex who sneer at the “‘uselessness of woman'’ merely reveal their supernal ignorance of what man owes to her in the industrial arts and_selenecs. Her work from the earllest ages has tended toward the health, comfort, knowledge and culture of man- kind. She has not been merely the wife, moth- er and nurse of man, but his teacher in many arts which he now haughtily claims as his own ‘spher Compare the basketry of women with that of men. Go into any basket shop of the modern clvilized world and pick up the ugly and home- ly though useful objects called baskets, and place them side by sfde with the savage wom- an's art and «kill. Every lover of artistic form, beautiful design and delicate color cannot fail to be struck with the highest admiration at the sight of the latter, while the former are tolerated ohly for thelr usefulness. To the uninitiated, a fine Indian basket may possess a few exterior attractions, such as shapely form, delicate color and harmonious design, but anything further he cannot see. On the other hand the initlated sees a work of love, a striving after the ideal, a reverent pro- pitiation of supernatural powers, good or evil; & mation’s art expiession, a.people's inner life of poetry and religion, Fine baskets, to the older Indian women, were thelr poetry, painting and sculpture, and the civilized world is just learning the first lessons of the aboriginal melodies and har- monies in these wickerwork masterpieces. But in almost every case the basket maker of to- day is dominated by a rude commercialism rather than by a desire to make a basket which shall be the highest expression of which she is capable, of the art instinct within her. Mence the rage for old baskets. A true collector does not wish a basket which was made to sell. © And as the old baskets were limited in E about which he is himself most modest. Then it is that it gradually dawns upon the dress-and-function-loving Mrs. Nash that her husband is really a somebody, and not merely “the husband of Mrs. Nash.” She has a hard time nursing him through a dangerous {llness, but after that his stock with his own family goes up just about 30) per cent above par, and the reader, man or woman, cannot help being pleased. The story as told in dialogue is spark- lingly witty and epigrammatic. It makes excellent reading aloud. Mrs. Dodd knows her France as well as she does human na- ture, and in this Instance the combination is particularly pleasing. (Published by Little, Brown & Co., Boston. Price $1.) A Heart of Flame. *“A Heart of Flame,” by Charles Flem- ing Embree, the author of “A Dream of & Throne,™ is a story of old Santa Fe. The one character that stands out above the rest is that of Mathilde, the woman who, for some reason not clearly explained but darkly hinted, has sworn eternal war on the church. She has a personal grievance against a particular priest, Madret, and eventually excites Patriclo Borrego, a man of Mexlcan blood, to the same fan- atical state of mind as herself. The child of Patricio dies and his wife sends for the priest against the will and without the knowledge of Patricio. The husband comes half crazed from a sick bed and by mistake slays the bishop. Patricio, his brother, Mathilde and her . ALFRED DREYFUS. number ths opportunity to secure them s passing away. Through all of his more than two hun- dred large pages Mr. James never once gets away from his subject, and there is not a line of padding in the book. Tt is “coplously illustrated” in reality. with pletures which are pertinent. Over three hundred illustrations, mostly photo- graphic, and showing altogether probably more than one thousand basket patterns, so that the collector or dealer will have no trouble in placing at once any pattern which may come under his notice. In view of the general popularity. espe- clally in England. of the revival of handi- crafts, it would be well if Mr. James' sus- gestlons on “How the art may be pre- served” were taken up and put in force by those who have the lelsure to devote to such matters. The Government fs spending much money on the education of the Indlans and there is a great fleld for them in the perpetuation of their own arts, for which they are better fitted than for ours. The wonderful water tight haskets in which they have for ages cooked their food are in .themselves curiosities for which the demand will never end, but will increase as fast as the marvels become known. (Published by Henry Malkan, 1 Willlam street, New York.) The American Husband in Paris. The latest work fro-1 the pen of Anna PBowman Dodd is “The American Hus- band in Paris.”” The “Three Normand Tnns” made a hit, and then last year “Falaise, the Town of the Conqueror” repeated the success for Mrs. Dodd. Her last book, on the American husband in Paris, Is not nearly so pretentious a worlk as either of the other two, but it bears the author's stamp of cleverness and can- not fail to entertain. It tells in dialogue the humorous story of how Mrs. Nash took her husband to Paris. Mr. Nash is a New York business man and one of the greatest railroad men of the United States. He has some twenty thousand men who hold their positions at his discretion. In spite of that fact he Is rather under the thumb of madam, who by no means appreciates the kind of hus- band she has. Mrs. Nash is an old hand at the annual trip to Paris of the New York wealthy class. She has been going over for years to pick out her gowns, enjoy the gossip, educate her child and spend her husband’s money. This year she succeeds in getting Mr. Nash to accompany her. Mr. Nash goes under the doctor's orders, for, like other American men, he has worn his life near- 1y out in business and had barely time to strike up a passing acquaintance with his family. Tt Is to be in Paris that these two. typi- cal of a certain class of Americans, are to become better friends than ever be- fore. Mrs. Nash does not hold a very high opinion of her husband when it comes to chancing the delicate diplomacy of mixing with the cream of foreign society. She Is, moreover, bored to death when he ex- presses the desire to see Paris as the tour- jst sees it. He almost drives her crazy when he floats about the city in an open carriage with his guide book in his hand and his head in the air. Tt seems mor= than the finer sensibilities of the refined Mrs. Nash can bear. Mr. Nash goes his way with dogged per- sistency, however, and sees everything there is to be seen, and often surprises his wife by showing that he knows more of the works of art they are visiting than she does herself. She is in despair when a grand function is in the near fu- ture where they will meet all the notables of Burope. First, because she fears that “George” will not go, and, second, be- cause having consented to go she is afraid he will not be dressed in the proper man- ner and will disgrace her with his ‘“Amer- ican ways.” Imagine the good lady’s surprise when, during the event, she finds her husband surrounded by all the titled personages in the room, all falling over each other in their endeavor to meet him, while she herself is left to stand alone. It seems that Mr. Nash is recognized abroad as the greatest railroad promoter of the century —a fact unknown to his wife and one sister, and a sympathetic priest, Durant, escape to the mountains to make a last stand at an almost lmpassable defile. Their party is finally overwhelmed by superior numbers, but not until Mathilde has murdered Madret in his tent and nearly every one else has been killed or mortally wounded. The end of the book is as tragic as could be expected for a tale that from the first page breathes of portending evil. Mr. Embree writes with a forceful pen, but this story is really far fetched in its dramatic effects and of rather the dime- novel order. (Published by The Bowen- i\‘lgrbrjll Company, Indianapolis. Price 50. The Aristocrats. “The Aristocrats” is supposedly a col- lection of letters written by an English woman in the Adirondacks to a friend in Great Britain. Lady Helen, the writer of the letters, is the sister of a, young Eng- lish Duke. The Duke has come to America with his two sisters to seek ameong the forests of the Adirondacks restoration of a health lost in dissipa- tion. Several months are spent by them in a cottage far up in the woods. The author is certainly a great lover of nature. as Is shown by the appreciation in the letters of this young girl. The matter of climate and scenery is, however, a side issue to the real purpose of the book. This real purpose seems to be a sarcastie and caus- tic criticism of both Americans and Eng- lishmen. 5 The letters wonder at the odd types of humanity we have that call themselves Americans, and most cleverly set forth our weaknesses-all as seen through the ce1did eyes of this young woman who is stch a good correspondent of some one over the water. This said young woman, the sister of the Duke, holds the most extraordinary views and also seems to think that her ideas ave those of the whole British empire. The main tenor of her thoughts is the vin- dication of free love—she does not claim to personally approve: of it for herself, but simply for other people. The identity of the author is held a se: cret. Tt may have been written by any one, but it sounds as iIf it came from the pen of some New York newspaper man out for a little fun. It is certainly well written, filled with clever epigrams, and i3 said to be creating considerable discus- sion in the East. From a moral stand- point it is at times—rotten! (Published by John Lane, New York.) Yale Bicentennial Series. A series of volumes has been prepared by a number of professors and instructors of Yale University to be issued in connec- tion with the bicentennial anniversary of the university as a partial indication of the character of the studies in which the I'niversity teachers are engaged. The seriez will be published by Charles Serib- ner's Sons, and will comprise about thirty volumes, which are intended to illustrate the function of the university in the dis- covery and orderly arrangement of knowl- edge. Some of the works are special and technical, but works of more general in- terest will also be found in the set. In the series will be included books on the social sciences, history, minor philological sciences, linguistics and phonetics; vol- umes on literature, ancient and modern; mathematics, pure and applied, and on physics and mechanics. Also collected pa- pers written by instructors and advanced students in the various laboratories, taken from scientific journals and reprinted with some new additional contributions. In cne case all the work of the laboratory is thus collected. Tt is confidently ex- pected that with few exceptions these volumes will be published before the bi- centennial celebration in October. The first of the series to appear is one on “The Confederate States of America, 1861-1865,"" by John "‘Christopher Schwab, professor of political economy in Yale Uni- versity. This work gives a financial and industrial history of the South during the Civil War. Others have written the his- tory of the finances and industries of the North, but the South has heretofore been neglected, owing to the lack of rellable material upon which to base the complete story. Professor Schwab treat: fully the financial legislation, the legal tender agl- tation, the Southern banks, Confederate currency, Southern prices, speculation. trade and Industries of the South, and the Confederate and local taxation. (Price, $2 50.) The Inheritors. The three dimensions in space, as every one knows, are length, breadth and thick- ness. The “fourth dimension” is a sclen- tific fiction, which the learned have not yet been able to establish in fact. Never- theless, undaunted by so trifling an ob- stacle, Joseph Conrad and Ford M. Huef- fer have written a clever and amusing story entitled ““The Inheritors,” In which they claim the heroine-to be an inhabi- tant of the fourth dimension—and indeed her remarkable actions do give color to the possibility of an ultramundane origin. The story is a fantasy, and deals with political and journalistic life in Parls and London, and has to do with a gizantic scheme to cheat the inhabitants of Gree land out of their country and their homes. The scheme, however, happily frus trated. (Published by McClure, Phillips & Co. Price $150.) ¢ i SRS Literary Notes. We are to hear again of Sherlock Holmes. Dr. Doyle is to write for the Strand, beginning with the September number, a novel of 50,000 words iving more of the life of the great detective Of course he does not bring him back from the tragedy in the Alps where he met his death, but simply will give ad- ventures that happened prior to those re- corded fr. the recent book of “Sherlock Holmes.” This will be a task worthy |‘:l the good doctor’s best efforts, for if he writes not better ikan his first book his readers will cry “Too bad!" Co.’s “Persoral lumes four and five Doubleday, Pasge Eliot” still grows. Ve r contain George Eliot's greatest if not the greatest historical novel ever written. Into “Romola” more than any other she put her life work. and the Cornhill Maga- zine gave her $20000 for it—the largest price that periodical ever paid for a se- rlal. The personal features in the present issue are particularly rich in illustrations reproduced from photographs. which the publisher and the editor, Fsther Wood, have been put 10 much pains to secure. McClure’'s Magazine for July has the most interesting account of ballooning that has appeared for some time. It is written in an entirely popular vein and tells of the great balloon coursing tourna- ment at the Paris Exposition in October of last year. The winner descended after over thirty-five hours of flight, having accomplished a voyage of over 1100 miles. When vou have read this paper you can then better realize the charms and possi- bilities of aerial navigation. Even “'H_H the comparatively simple form of airship that was used by the’ Frenchmen the pos- sibilities of traveling in a desired direction were demonstrated. According to the ac- count of these skilled balloonists, there I3 very little danger, and from the skill re- quired it is undoubtedly the finest sport in the world. The Bohemian (Bohemian Publishing Company, Boston) for July is replete with clever things by clever people, and pre- sents a table of contents that will delight the summer reader. It is an artistically constructed magazine, and its score of sparkling short stories and dainty verse are well up to the standard as regards originality and literary merit. It has for a leader “At the Livington Stile.”” a fas- cinating short story written by Guy Mor- “Letters Three,” a hohe- and timer Carleton. mian sketch by Katherine J. Smith “The de Bellco Smythe Traged arado, are also extremely interesting. Other clever things are by Edward Car- penter, Harry Yette. John de Loss Under- wood, Edward Pavson Jackson. Everit Bogert Terhune, Anna E. Holden, Joe Cone and Bertha Esterbrooke Goodier. The July Century. which is to be a fic- tion number with stories by some of the best known writers of the day. will con- tain nothing more thrilling than the ac- count of an actual escape from the Cha- teau de Joux just a century ago, from the hitherto unprinted alary of a French roy- alist, William Girod, who was the chief actor in the affair and whose son died re- cently in Brooklyn at the age of 8. Nor will it contain anyvthing more romantic than “The True Story of Harman Blen- nerhassett.”” the highly cultivated young Irish aristocrat, who came to this country in 1796 and was induced to advance large gums of money to aid Aaron Burr in his treasonable schemes. This narrative, by a collateral descendant, gives for the first time the actual facts in the career of this unfortunate man, who figures conspicu- ously in two of this summer’s novels. “™Even since he finished “Evelyn Innes™ George Moore, the author of that much talked about plece of realism, “Esther Waters,” has been working steadily and with intense earnestness upon a new story. This novel, with the title “Sister Teresa,” he completed a few weeks ago— about the time he flung the dust of Eng- lish soil from®his shoes in revolt against what he regards as the artificiality and sordidness of London fashionable life and betook himself to the peaceful delights of Treland. And now J. B. Lippincott & Co. will publish the novel, giving it handsome dress. Its title must inevitably recall to readers of “Evelyn Innes” that unusual story. Evelyn with her beauty, hei art, her joy in the material pleasures of the world, but with that strange eompelling impulse now and again to deny the flesh ttterly in thesrepose of meditative life— the same Evelyn, and yet not the same, is brought forward in “Sister Teresa."” Nor does her figure lose any of its allure- ments nor her emotions any of their vi- tality and sympathetic appeal in this new chapter of her life. Mr. Moore's psycho- logical analysis was never as penetrating and@ delicate, o his publishers declare, his power of expression so sustained and his story as human as in “Sister Teresa.” Mr. Moore has sald that this new book he regards as ihe finest thing he has done, the most satisfactory from an intellectual point of view and the most satisfying to his desire to picture life as it is. The book will be issued early in July. In the World's Work for July J. D. ‘Whelpley writes of the relations of the United States with Canada, Sydney Brooks of the streagth of the French re- public, Booker T. Washington of Hamp- ton's great work In negro education, and E. P. Tolman of a striking industrial com- munity in England which he calls trust for social betterment.” Prof. Balley of Cornell tells of the revolution in farm- ing which the new teaching is making, and Earl Mayo of the picturesque and practical “Good Roads” train. Senator McLaurin gives a concise interpretation of the new industrial and political South, theme and writer of particular interest at this time. Some really wonderful photo- graphs of tropical fishes made by A. Rad- cliffe Dugmore are reproduced, and thera are intimate sketches of President Cassatt of the Pennsylvania Railroad and of Govy- ernor Odell’s executive career. Consider- able space is glven to Wall street, apronos of the recent boom, corner and panic. . A. Nelson describes the routine of Waj street’s machinery, Edwin Le Fevre tells the story of James R. Keene's picturesaue career, and Arthur Goodrich of a stock broker’'s day’s work. The national move- ment toward an economical and regulated preservation of forests is explained by Gifford Pinchot, the Chief of the United States Forestry Bureau. Of the depart- ments, the March of Events conside:s among other topics the Supreme Court de- cision, church creed revision, the labor troubles, and the problems in Cuba, China and elsewhere which the month has brought forth. Edward W. Bok seems to have fall into disfavor, Mr. Bok is the e;ito‘r :; the Ladles’ Home Journal. Incidentally it is rumored that Mr. Bok is the only journalist in the whole wide world who always keeps his upper bureau drawers in perfect order, all of which doubtless” comes from the rigid training of editing the L. H. J. Anyway, it seems that Mr. Bok is ncw In literary difficulty, for the American Press Company of Baltimore, Md., has this to say: “Edward W. Pok, the editor of the La- dies’ Home Journal, has allowed that pe- riodical to perpetrate one of the most out- rageous plagiarisms that has ever dis- graced American journalism. He an- nounced a serles of articles under ths general title of ‘A Story of Beautiful Woman,’ claiming that these articles ‘will be the most wondrously faseinating ever given in this magazine.’ The first of the serfes was ‘The Most Wonderful Romance in the Life of Any American Woman,’ in which was narrated the extraordinary ca- reer of Elizabdth Patterson of Baltimore, who married Jerome Bonaparte, the youngest brother of the rperor Napo- leon. A diligent comparison shows that most of the material of this article was copied word for word, sentence for sen- tence and paragraph after paragraph from ‘The Life and Letters of Madame Bonaparte," written by Fugene L. Didier of Baltimore. The boldness of this pla- glarism will be better understood when It Is remembered that Mr. Didler's work is In most of the public and private libraries of the United States."” mund Vance Cooke, who contributes to a recent number of Lippincott's Maga- zine, is better known as a platform poet than as a magazinist. Thus in a degree at least he harks back to the spirit of the minstrel. the minnesinger, the bard and the troubadour of the middle ages; or, further yet, to the times when Homer traveled and revited the deeds of Achilles. Any man given to travel soon acquires the mark of it, which, though difficult to de- scribe, is none the less apparent. Fure thermore, most travelers are commercial men, who are wont to accost each other with “What line do you carry?” During a recent Texas tour a drummer dropped into the seat heside Mr. Cooke and asked, “What do you sell?’ “Hot alr.” answered Mr. Cooke, In & matter-of-fact manner. “Huh! Hot alr?” “Yes. “Gee, T hope you don’t sell any in thi country. We want rain down here. “Where do you reside?” San Anton’.” ‘Well, I sold a couple of lots there.” “Who did you sell?” asked the drum- mer, characteristically, if ungrammat- feally. Franklin and Shaw,” responded Mr, Cooke, mentioning the names of the presi- dent and secretary of the San Antonlo Lyceum. £ Franklin and Shaw. Don’t know ’em. You don't mean Lawyer Franklin, do you?" Yes ““Well, pardner, T can sell a ton of coal to a man that’s lookin’ for a load of iees I can sell men’s shoes to a woman milli- rer, and once I sold a man a barrel of salt f:l-I l(;]nor:fevl't!otnerl sugar, but if you can s air’ to a lawyer you head of the class!” Vit of r e Everybody’s Magazine for July contains a series of capltal articles and storfes. Its most Important contributions is “The Real Abdul Hamid,” an astonishing and powertul sketch of the Sultan of Turkey. founded on material gathered from mem- bers of the Young Turkish party, now living fn Paris. It is the first time t depraved and cruel potentate has been pictured In his true colors. In a second v on “Christlan Science” Dr. Thom- son J. Hudson presents a new and most ingenlous theory to explain the alleged miracles of the sect, and W. D. McCrack- an replles to his strictures. A fascinat- Ing sketch of the Marquis de Mores is contributed by G. W. Ogden; Oscar King Davis of the New York Sun writes in “Sabe Hike" of the life of our soldlers in the Philippines. Much that is Interesting will be found in Franklin Fyles’ article, “Is Thers a Dramatic Profession?”; “Legs,” the story of a coyote,/1s one of the best of Maximilign Foster's attractive animal stories. In the way of popular sclencs there a sensible article by Dr. H. W, Wilev, head of the chemistry department of the United States Agricultural Bue reau, “What to Eat to Live Long." Ludlow Brownell describes Professor Milne’s earthquake laboratory on the Tsle of Wight, and F. F. Coleman in “Unin- vented Inventlons” tells of the oppor- tunities still open to the inventor. In “Photography as a Fine Art,” Charles H. Caffin writes of methods of individual expression as illustrated by the work of the brilliant photographers, Frank Eu- gene and Joseph T. Keily. In the matter of fiction there are storles by Booth Tarkington, Mrs. W. A. Leland, Adach! Kinnosuke and Willlam McLeod Raine. Lloyd Miffin contributes a noble sonnet “An Evening Near Athens.” Books Received. OCTAVIA THE OCTOROON-By J. F. Lee. The Abbey Press. 50 cents. POETICAL WORKS—By Loufs M. Elshemus. The Abbey Press, New York. $2. A PERILOUS PATH-By Kate Davis. The Abbey Press, New York. 50 cents. A MUSICAL REFORMATION — By John A. Cone. The Abbey Press, New York. 50 cents. 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