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THE SUNDAY CALL. § 57 7 HEN 2 book gets into the twen- X nt paper edition it is & od sign that it has made a great popular hit. That is what ng's “The Amateur Cracks- impossible to help t u al, Raffles, and B , Who is supposed to recount adventures, is not a bad’sort of just pid enough to require ex- rasc Raffiles as to exactly ¥, which proves no reader in following the ter all Rafflesdid not die om the liner in the Ital- old friend, Detective Scotland Yard, but man- ten-mile swim to shore. 1 book, which he a further account of areer from the time of et sea until he finally r his Quen in South “The Amateur read “Raffles,” s complete in itself and e first are sufficiently ex- ing is certain. After * you will not rest of “The Amateur so you might % and get a first—then take than the first The Jut the meeting of Raf- riend Bunny in the most roved style of mystery, and - hard at work at their old off the world. a man with white hair the name of Matutin, an —his 0ld idea of having profession.” By a clever s on the track of ce more to his he & tween the different periods of the two ks y served his term in 1 offenses, and Rafiles, ape in the iterranean, has expe: to turn his hair with this change in his ap- dare show himseir caution. is directed at etbooks, and they jeweler out of sever: worth of gems, it into s head that try for a very valuable ntly presented to the British Mu- v is the same old Bunny. He nd out, but still ke hates s Raffles considers old stupid pal that advance and is of the when the coup is te 5 for by his innocence he deceives the victims. Raffles, as usual, : Bunny into the belief tions are honest upon his to the museum and so Bunny nim with care-free mind. self does not know that the to be done until it is all over— s Raffies as he always is. Here Mr. Hornung gives it: le square case of platc at one end of the room. It e thing of beauty that Raf- der it, but I for my part look at it in that light ne mames of the plutocrats ed for national gewgaw, t ering where their £8000 whiie Raffies devoured his two-penny lily as & schoolgirl with a scenes from be % the martyrdom of ** ‘translucent on e of the finest specimens of d think it was! Bunny, you ¥ou admire the thing would be worth having There never was such rich n gold; and what a good € the 14d up over it, so that e how thin it is. I wonder’if we by hook or crook? s2id a dry voice at an seemed to think we had the urselves. I knew better, but, like madman, had let him ramble on un- And here was a stolid constable us, in the short tunic that they er, his whistle on its chain, but eon at his side. Heavens! how I ; & man of medium size, with a umored, perspiring face and a He looked sternly at Raffles ed merrily at him me in, officer?” said he. ““TLat —my hat! as I was, sir,” replied the But that's gueer talk for a gen- tieman like you, sir, in the British Museum!” nd he wagged h! met at my invalid, who eken his airing in frock coat and top readily to assume his present 34 at!” cried Raffles, “simply saying to nd that I'd like to 1ift the gold cup? officer, 5o I should! T don’t s me say 1t's one of the utiful things that I ever saw in all The constable’s face had already relaxed, and now a grin peeped under the limp mustache. “1 daresay there's many as feels like that, sir,” said he. “Exactly; and I say what I feel, that's all,” airily. *But seriously, officer, hing like this quite safe in a said Raffles, is a valuable case Wke that *“Safe enough as long as I'm here' replied the other, between grim jest and stout earnest. I Raffles studied his face; he was still watching Raffies; and I kept an eye on both of them out putting in my word. ““You appear to be single-handed, Raffles. “Is that wise*”’ The note of anxiety was capitally caught; it was at once personal and public-spirited, that of the enthustastic savant, afraid for a na- tional treasure which few appreclated as he did himself, And, to be sure, the three of us now had this treasure to ourselves; one or two others had been there when we entered; but now they were gone. “I'm not single-handed," comfortably. *‘See that seat by the door? of the attendants sits there all day lon: ““Then where is he now “Talking to another attendant just outside. 1f you listen you'll hear them for yourself.” We listened and we did hear them, but not just outside. In my own mind I even ques- tioned whether they were In the corridor through which we had come. To me it sounded s if though they were just outside the corri- dor. “‘You mean the fellow with the billard cue observed sald the officer, One who was here when we came {n?’ pursued Raffles. ““That wasa't = billlard cue! It was a pointer,” the intelligent officer explained, “It ought to be & javelin,” said Raffles ner- vouely. “It ought to be a poleax! The pub- lic treasure ought to be better guarded than this. 1 shall write to the Times about ft—you see if T don't!” All at once, vet not so suddenly as to excite suspicion, Raffles had become the elderly busy- body with nerves. Why I could not for the life of me imagine, and the policeman seemed equally at sea. “Lor' bless you, sir,”” sald he, “I'm all right; don’t you bother your head about me.'* “But you haven't even got a truncheon! “Not likely to want one either. You see, sir, it's early as vet. In a few minutes these here rooms will fill up, and there's safety in mbers, as they say. ‘Oh, it will fill up soon, will 1t?" “Any minute now, sir.” “It isn't often empty as long as this, It's the jubilee, T suppose.”” “Meanwhile, what if my friend and I had been professional thieves? Why, we could have overpowered you in an instant, my good fel- low?” “That you couldn’t, leastways mot without bringing the whole place about your ears “Well, 1 shall write to the Times all the same. I'm a connoisreur in all this sort of thing, and I won't have unnecessary risks run with the nation's property. You said there was an attendant just outside, but he sounds to me ms though he were at the other end of the corridor. 1 shall write to-day!” For on instant we all three listened, and Reffies was right. Then I saw two things in one glance. Raffles had stepped a few inches backward and stood Doised upon the ball of each foot, his arms half raised, a light in his eyes. And another kind of light was breaking over the crass features of our friend the con- stable, “Then shall I tell you cried, with a sudden clutch at the whistle chain on his chest. The whistle flew out, but it never reached his lips. There were a couple of sharp emacks, like double-barrels discharged all but eimultaneously, and the man reeled against me so that I could not help catching him as he fell “Well done, Bunny! I've knocked him out— T've knocked him out! Run you to the door and see if the attendants have heard anything end take them on if they have.’’ Mechapically 1 did as I was told. There was no time for thought, still less for remonstrance or reproach, though my surprise must have been even more complete than that of the con- stable before Raffles knocked the sense out of him. Even in my utter -bewilderment, how- ever, the instinctive caution of the real crim- inal did not desert me. I ran to the door, but I sauntered through it, to plant myself before a Pompeiian fresco in the corridor, and there were the two attendants still gossiping out- side the further door, nor dig they hear ths dull crash which I heard even as I watched them out of the corner of each eye. It was hot weather, as I have said, but the perspiration on my body seemed already hate turned into a skin of ice. Then I caught the faint reficction of my own face in the cas- ing of the fresco, and it frightened me into some semblance of myself as Raffles joined me with his hands in his pockets. But my fear and indignation were doubled at the sight of him, when a single glance convinced me that his pockets were as empty as his hands, and his mad outrage the most wanton and reckless aof his whole career, 3 “Ah, very interesting, very interesting, but nothing to what they have in the museum at Naples or Pompeli itself. You must go thers some day, Bunny. I've a good mind to taks you myself. Meanwhile—slow march! The beg- er hasn't moved an eveiid. We may swing for Bim if you show indecent haste!” “We! I whispered. ‘‘We!" And my knees knocked together as we came up to the chatting attendants. But Raffies must nceds interrupt them to ask the way to the Prehistoric Saloon, “At the top of the stairs.’ “Thank you. Then we'll work round that way to the Egyptian part.”” And we left them resuming their providential chat, sir. what I'll do?” he I belleve you're mad,” I said, bitterly, as we went. “I believe I was,' admitted Raffles, “but I'm not now, and I'll see you through. A hun- dred and thirty-nine yards, wasn't it? Then it can’t be more than a hundred and twenty now—not as much. Steady, Bunny, for God's sake. It's slow march—for our lives." There was this much management. The rest was our colossal luck. A hansom was being paid off at the foot of the steps outside, and in we jumped, Raffles shouting ‘'Charing Cross!” for all Bloomsbury to hear. We hed turned into Bloomsbury stree; withoug exchanging a syllable when he struck the trap door with his fist. “Where the devil are you driving us?"’ *‘Charing Cross, sir “1 eaid King's Cr Round you spin and drive like blazes, or e miss our train! There's one to York at 10:35,” added Raffles as the trap door slammed; ‘‘we'll book there, Bunny, and then we'll slope through the subway to the Metropolitan, and €0 to ground via Baker strect and Earl's Court.” And actually in half an hour he was seated once more in the hired carrying chair, while the porter and I staggered upstairs with my decrepit charge, for whose shattered strength even one hour in Kew:Gardens had proved too much! Then, and not until then, when we had got rid of the porter and were alone at last, did I tell Raffies, in the most nervous English at my command, frankly and exactly, what I thought of him and of his latest deed. Once started, moreover, I spoke as I have sel- dom spoken to living man; and Raffles, of all men, stood my abuse without a murmur; or rather he sat it out. too astounded even to take off his hat. though I thought his eyebrows would have lifted it from his head. “But it was always your infernal way,” I was savagely concluding. ‘'You make one plan and you tell me another —." “Not to-day, Bunny, I swear! “You mean to tell me you really did start with the bare idea of finding a place to hide in for a night?” Ot course I did.” “It was to be the mere reconnoiter you pre- tended >’ | ““There Was no pretense about i, Bunny.'" dmz‘.r..m why on earth go and do what you The reason would be obvious to.any one but you,”” said Raffles. still with no unkindly scorn, It was the temptation of a minute—the final impulee of the fraction of a second, when Roberto saw that I was tempted, and let me see that he saw it. It's not a thing I care to do. and I shan't be happy until the papers tell me the poor devil s alive. But a knockout shot was the only chance for us then." “Why, you don’t get run in for being tempt- ed, nor yet for showing that you are “But I should have deserved running in if 1 had not yielded to such a temptation as that, Bunny. It was 2 chance in @ hundred thou- sand! We might go there every day of our liyes, and never again be the only outsiders in [ the room, with the billiard-marking Johnnie practically out of earshot at one and the same time. It was a gift from the gods; not to have taken it would have been fiying in the face of Providence. “'But you didn’t take it,”" I sald. and left it behind." I wish I had had a kodak for the little smile with which Raffles shook his head, for it was one that he kept for those great moments of Which our vocation is not devold. All this time he had been wearing his hat, tilted a little over eyebrows no longer raised. And now at last I knew where the gold cup was. It stood for davs upon his chimney plece, this costly trophy whose ancient history and final fate fllled newspaper columns even in these days of jubilee, and for which the flower of +- “'You went abode and recognize him even under his present disguise. Worse yet, they get him in_their absolute possession. ‘What follows is as dramatic as Poe’s-. tale of the pendulum. Raffles is strung up by the hands so that his toes just reach the floor. Opposite him is placed an old fashioned grandfather clock wired with electricity so that a pistol will be exploded at the end of twelve hours and the torture will end in death. Mr. Hornung gets him out from even this predicament, but it requires all of his skill to do it. The great attractiveness of all of these Raffles stories lies in just that remark- able ability Mr. Hornung possesses for “plausible habeas corpus,” if I may so express it. He gets his man into the frying pan and then to show that he can do even more, puts him right into the fire —and then, presto change, Hornung grabs him out again to start in all over. It is really remarkable. You follow at attention and say, “Now this time he is lost for good unless the author gets him out with a fairy tale that no one will believe.” And then when the critical moment comes Hor- nung puts his man on his feet so deftly that you say, “Well! I never thought of that!” You find yourself reading the incident over until you have all the facts in mind and you begin to feel quite a combina- tion of detective and burglar sense in a corner of your brain that ypu had over- looked. There s only one’ criticism—Raffles is too real and Is apt to make the best citizen think of turning burglar just for case. ‘Mr. Hornung is certainly one of the best story tellers of the day. lLished by Charles Scribner's Sons, New York. Price $150.) 3 B. G. LATHROP. i R Three Novels. Three novels recently published by the Abbey Press are “A Slaveholder's Daugh- ter,” “The Vengeance of the Mob” and “The Council of Three.” The author of the first book, Miss Belle Kearney, is a member of an old Southern family. She was educated in Mississippi, became a teacher and then changed to the lecture field in 1889. She has been an extensive traveler and has made a deep study of humanity. Her book photographs the new South in contrast with the old. It deals especially witn the evolution of Southern women—their “ability to change from the life of ease and comfort of the wealthy slave days to the hard times after the war. “The Vengeance of the Mob” is by Sam A. Hamilton, a Pennsylvanian. While in the South in 1899 he became interested in the people locally known as ‘‘crackers™ and took many notes for future use. He was within a short distance of several of the most brutal outrages upon negroes et the time of their occurrence. They made such an impression on him that'he collected a host of facts and has embodied many of them in his present work. ““The Vengeance of the Mob” deals with the contemporaneous situation in the Southern States and with the special ten- dency to invoke Judge Lynch on the slightest occasion and opportunity. The hero, a Northern man, falls in love with a o - “Whether these my beliefs offend, grieve, or are a cause of stumbling; whether they are in the way cf enything or any one, or displease any one, I can change them as little as 1 can my flesh. I have to live by my- self, and by myself I must die—and very soon—and therefore I cannot believe in any other way than as I do believe while preparing to return to that God from whom I came.”—~FROM THE REPLY OF COUNT TOLSTOY TO THE EXCOMMUNICATION OF THE HOLY SYNOD. 5 . Scotland Yard was sald to be seeking high and low. Our constable, we learned, had been stunned only, and, from the moment that I brought him an evening paper with the news, Raffles' spirits rose to a height inconeistent with his equable temperament, and as unusual in him as the sudden impt upon which he had acted with such effect. The cup itself ap- pealed to me no more than it had done before. Exquisite it might be, handsome it was, but 0 light in the hand that the mere gold of it would scarcely have poured three figures out of the melting vot. And what said Raffles but that he would never melt it at all! ““Taking it was an offense against the laws of the land, Bunny. That is nothing. But de- stroying it would be a crime against God and art, and may I be spitted on the vane of St. Mary Abbot's If T commit it? What Raffles finally does with the cup is just what yom would expect from Raffles. He knows he cannot sell it as it is. He will not melt it. So—he sends ft to the Queen as a jubilee present from the “‘profession. The next adventure is one that gives Raffles the .closest call of all his life. To make it complete the author gives an episode that happened soon after Raffles had escaped from the ship. Raffles does not appear in many of Bunny's incldents as a lover, but this affair was oné of the heart and finally resulted in the death of the girl and in Raffles’ tying up the arch villain to die alone in his thick- walled house. It seems that this Count, the arch vil- lain, did not die, but lived to set the dreaded Camorra of Italy on the trail of Raffles. They track him even to his present BLENNERHAS A ROMANZE : 1RON:BU 4 the excitement of it. What effect the recital of his deeds may have on the worst citizen is beyond me to say. After the Incident of the loaded clock and the Camorra Raffles and Bunny man- age to hunt down another gentleman burglar who is encroaching on their field. The telling of this is one of the best things in either book. Three other episodes go to make up the contents of ‘Raffles.”” First his dramatic recognition by an old sweét- heart and the subsequent necessity of his attending his own funeral to throw her oft the track. Then comes an exciting bit of ‘attempted burglary in the coun- try when, by mistake, Bunny and Raffles select a house in a row of buildings all exactly alike and on account of the fog get into the wrong one—a boys' school.| Raffles, after cutting through the panel of the door and sticking his hand through the hole to turn the key from the inside, finds that his hand is held by the boys on the other side. They manage to get out of this predic- ament finally, but you might guess all day how it could be plausibly done and not hit on the best way until Mr. Hor- pung tells you—then it seems simple enough. 2 The last episode occurs in South Africa, where Raffles and Bunny have gone to enlist with the Yeomanry. Taken incident for incident *“Raffles” is even better than “The Amateur Cracksman,” and that is saying a great deal. It is one of the few, very few, sequels that I know where such is the B e 21\ Thiilling - - Romancs Of an Intensely Dramatic Fiavor TOUCHING ON THE MOST INTERESTING INCI- DENTS IN THE LIVES OF Aeron Rurr Alexander Hamilton Theodosia Burr % Harman Blenncrhassett and his wire Margarct ana Thomas J:f erson Blue Bilk Cloth, Gilt Top, 12 Full-Page Illustrations, $1.50 Ry Charles Fel'on Pidgin Quincy THE: DUEL RETWE, Adams Sawyer AT ALL BOOJKSELLERS IN PREPARATION MISS PETTICOATS TON X3 Southern girl. who, while passing for a Cracker's daughter, is In reality of better parentage. She reciprocates his love, but while residing in the hut of her supposed father becomes acquainted with a negro outrage and inflames the susceptible and always willing mob to take summary vengeance upon the supposed outrager. Later it is discovered that the man who was lynched was guiltless and that the mob was guilty of murder—the girl espe- clally, as the inspirer of the mob. This fact breaks off the engagement. “The Council of Three,” by Charles A. Seltzer, is founded on adventure, a thread of love and a tinge of romance, together with a touch of modern villainy. The book teaches a moral while telling a story. The price of each of the above books is $1. Our Uncle the Major. .0ld New York of pre-Revolutionary days is the scene of ““Our Uncle the Ma- jor,” by James Otls. Two- royalist chil- dren, who have very exaggerated notlons of their own:importance and the power of their uncle, the major in charge of the King's fort at New York, come to grief through their lack of discretion. They land at New York at a time when the whole city {s in an uvroar of riot on ac- count of the stamp act. Instead of keep- ing their identity ‘concealed, they let their connection with the obnoxious major be- come known; hence they met with raush vsage at the hands of the mob and would have fared still more badly had they not Been befriended by a good, motherly wom- an. When they finally escape to England they are not so sanguine over the King's power as vested in their uncle. The story graphically represents New York of colonial days, with its deep un- dercurrent of feeling against foreign au- thority. . It will serve to give children a good idea of the troublous times preceding the Revolution. (Published by Thomas Y. Crowell & Co., New York. Price i0c.) The Pirate Frog. Rand, McNally & Co., Chicago, are publishing a 'new children’s book this year that should make a hit. The verse is by W. A. Frisbie and the pictures b Bart. Last year “The Bandit Mouse, by the same authors, easily won a way for itself. This is just as good, and that is saying a great deal. ‘The drawings are very funny and the bright colors and brighter verse certainly make attractive entertalnment for the younger generation. The little story that runs through the book gives an account of the hazardous adventures of the bold pirate frog and his crew on peaceful Plunkett's Pond. The Candle and the Cat. ““The Candle and the Cat” is by Mary F. Leonard, author of “The Story of the Big Front Door” and ‘“Half a Dozen Thinking Caps,” The Candle is a little girl who tries to follow her grandfather's advice and carry the light of good deeds about with her. thoughtless at times, but withal lovable. Trolley, the cat, is also worthy of atten- tion. He and the Candle are both filled (Pub-* She is impetuous and ‘with good intentions in spite of their out- bursts of innocent mischief. How promi- nent a part the two play in acting as peacemalkers.and healing a rift of years’ standing between two neighboring fami- lies forms the subject of a brightly writ- ten little book by a popular writer for children. It will be found entertaining and wholesome—a story that the younger readers will enjoy. (Published by Thomas Y. Crowell & Co., New York. Price 50 cents.) Don Quixote. /Calvin Dill Wilson has retold the story of Don Quixote. The wonderful adven- tures of the old Spanish knight-errant are amusing to older heads, but children have not always grasped Cervantes’ style. The story is here retold as simply as possible, and cannot fall to please. The version preserves all the incidents of the original book, with the exception of a few minor episodes that would not readily be under- stood. It relates the doughty deeds of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza—the bat- tle with the sheep, the tilting with the windmill, the slaying of the wine-skin glant and all the absurd exploits which have caused the world to laugh since they were first narrated, some three hundred years ago. The present volume is attrac- tive in design and make-up. It has an illuminated cover and frontispiece; and 1s illustrated with full-page half-tones from original drawings. (Published by Thomas Y. Crowell & Co., New York. Price 6 cents.) A State Secret. Falr readers will enjoy Mrs. Croker's last book, “A State Secret.” It is a col- lection of short stories and receives its name from the first story in the book. Ten stories go to make up the contents of the volume and each one is written in the author's usual pleasant style. The first tells of the ultimate value of an apparent- ly valueless legacy at just the right time. “The Little Blue Jug” is the rather piti- ful tale of the accidental selling of a miser’s hoard which he had kept concealed in an old pot that during his absence is #80ld as a cheap curiosity to some tourists. “Sullivan’s Bargain” is a very entertain- ing Irish sketch with varied complications. The fourth tale is concerned with the mystery of Lady Mary Slattery. “The Glen Lammie Shooting” tells of the happy ending of a feud. The others vary simi- larly in motif and altogether the collec- tion will appeal to the lover of short sto- ries. (Published by F. M. Buckles & Co., New York. $125.) Al e " I Literary Notes. Phillp Verrill Mighels, author of “The Crystal Bcepter” and other novels, is a native of Nevada. His father was a lead- ing journalist in the Silver State during the early mining days. Harper & Brothers state that the ad- vance orders for Gilbert Parker’'s “The Right of Way’ have been larger than those for any other recent publication of theirs with the exception of Mrs. Hum- phry Ward’s “Eleanor,” which had a similarly rushing sale. Dallas Lore Sharp, whose book, “Wild Life Near Home,” will soon be published by the Century Company, is an instructor in English in Boston University. He owes his love for the woods to his Quak- er mother: and much irspiration to the three years of friendship and ¢lose con- tact with' Professor Jenks, the naturalist, a friend of Agassiz. All book-plate collectors will want to possess a copy of the Cornhill booklet for September, as it is devoted to an article on “Recent American Ex Libris” by ‘Wilbur Macey Stone, and contains some twenty or more well-chosen examples of book labels that have not heretofore reached the public eye. (Boston, Alfred Bartlett.) The romantic and exciting career of a duelist should make good material for the novelist. Ambrose Pratt has written for R. F. Renno & Co. a novel entitled, “Franks; Duelist,” which is now in press. The book is historical in a sense, for Talleyrand, Napoleon, - Pitt and other notables are cleverly introduced, the period of the story being that of Napo- leon’s contemplated invasion of England. The October Book World presents sev- eral cleverly written articles on interest- ing topics and short stories of merit. An illustrated account of “A Visit to Sir Walter Besant. by Willlam Wallace Whitelock; a comprehensive and copious- 1y illustrated article on “Society Women ‘Who Write” and the initial number of a promising series of papers on ‘“‘Introduc- ing a Child to Books" are prominent features. *“The Giant’s Gate,” by Max Pemberton. grows more interesting with each installment. Theodore Roosevelt's account of his mountain llon hunt last winter in Colo- rado will appear In the October and Ne- vember numbers of Scribner's under the title “With the Cougar Hounds.” - The heroes of the chase are the intelligent rounds who are trained to chase the cou- gar and lynx into the trees. A great deal of new information in regard to the cou- gar is contained in the first of these arti- cles, which 1s a valuable contribution to natural history. Both articles will be fully llustrated from photographs by Philip K. Stewart, who ‘was one of the hunting party. Stewart was a well-known Yale athlete. . Another beok is promised in the early autumn from the pen of that talented writer known in literature as “Zack' and in private life as Gwendoline Keats. It will bear the title, ‘“Tales of Dunstable ‘Weir,” 'and will consist of a collection of short fiction distinctly brilliant both in style and execution. Each new book from this pen has now a pe- culiar interest, due to the rapid de- velopment of a rare talent that may at- tain no one knows what end. Zack's first book, “Life Is Life,” embodying the best stories written since the beginning of her literary career in 189, made a distinct im- pression and placed her securely in the literary fold. Her second book, “On Trial,” was a powerful novel, marking a long stride forward. Her third book, ““The White Cottage,” out this spring and in its second edition, indicates & further advance in achievement and popularity. . Maxime Gorky, the Russian writer, has come very prominently before the Ameri- can public of late. Already his face is a familiar one to readers of our illustrat- eG reviews, while fragments of his biog- raphy have found place in half the news journals of the country. It is generally believed that this apostle of vagabondage is at his best in short storfes. A collec- tion of these, under the title of “The Or- loffs,” will therefore be published this au-* tumn by the Messrs. Putnam. The trans- lator, Mrs. Monteflore, . works directly from the Russian and the translation bears evidence of her thorough sympathy with the Russian author’'s work® Mr. Heinemann, who will publish the English edition of this volume, arranged for the translation several months ago, previous to the present widespread American in- terest in Gorky. Some of Little, Brown & Co.’s (Boston) fall publications are announced as fol- lows: “Types of Naval Officers, With Some Remarks on the Development of Naval Warfare During the Eighteenth by Captain Alfred T. Mahan; “The World Beautiful in Books,” by Lil- ian Whiting, author of “The World Beau- tiful”; “A Japarese Miscellany,” a new book by Lafeadio Hearn, author of “In Ghostly Japan,” “Shadowings,” etc.; “Joy and Strength for the Pilgrim’'s Day,” by Mary W. Tileston, a companion book to “Daily Strength for Daily Needs™; “Up and Down the Sands of Gold,” by Mary Devereux, author of “From Kingdom to Colony”: ‘‘Mistress Brent,” a story of Lord Baltimore's colony in 1638, by Lucy M. Thruston; “Maids and Matrons of New France,” by Mary Sifton Pepper; a new pocket edition of Balzac, Katharine Pres- ley’s translation, complete in Shirty volmes: o mow iilusirated edition of “Little Men,” by Louisa M. Al.?ngr; a new illustrated edition of White Aprons,” by Maud Wilder Goodwin: “First Principles of Nursing'” by Anne R. Manning, a graduate of the City Hos- pital of the Quiney, Mass., Trai'p!ng School; “Deafness and Cheerfulness,” by the Rev. A. W. Jackson, author o “James Martineau: A Biography and Study’’; ‘Lassie,” a new book author of “Miss Toosey’s Mission and Valois edition of the romances of Alexandre Dumas, forty volumes, finely illustrated. A. M. Robertson, San Francisco, will publish shortly a volume of poetry by Lionel Josaphare. A few of the author's poems have appeared in the magazines and newspapers, and two were recently published in a small book entitled “The Lion at the Well.” This small book caused a remarkable diversity of opinion among the critics. Some scored the poem with unmerciful sarcasm; a few expressed their admiration and advised the realing public to watch the name of Josaphare: but, with few exceptions, all spoke of the great strenith, originality and imagina- ion of the verse. 0 opporturity is about to be given for testing the latest work of the poet. The new name is an aspirant for fame and the highest homors of literature! The forthcoming volume will cause much dis- cussion, as Mr. Josaphare shows an in- crease upon the strength which was ac- knowledged in “The Lion at the Well He’ has at the same time rid himself of the faults of unusual wording and erratic figures which the crities deplored in t o earlier work, so that the new volume will be rich in its evidence of that which con- stitutes the best attainments of poetic imagination with an adequate vigor of expression. With the recent arrival of the Shamrock II and the approaching second effort of Sir Thomas Lipton to “lift” the cup, the eyes of all Americans are directed to the two boats, Constitution and Columbia, that are racing to decide which shail de- fend this biue ribbon of the ocean. The September Outing, therefore, which is a special yachting number, comes with ur- usual and timely interest. The majority of these yachting articles are so impor- tant that they will command the earnest attention of yachtsmen and all of them are of much popular interest. There are, for example, W. J. Henderson’s paper on “Some Old-time Yacht Matches,” which accounts for some famous yachts and races; John R. Spears’ paper on “The Ef- fect the America’'s Cup Has Had on Our Maritime Affairs,” while J. D. Bell tells of the “Effect of the America’s Cup on British Yachting’'; “The Trend of Steam Yachting,” by 8. W. Barnaby of the fa- mous firm, Messrs. Thornycrofts, and “The New Measurement Rule in Yacht- ing and Some Old Ones,” with full designs by Clinton H. Crane. There is a practical and iustructive paper‘on “Gas Engines for Pleasure Craft” and r Thomas Lipton at Home” is shown in text and photograph. Perhaps one of the most in- teresting articles in the number is “The Beginnings of International Rifle Match Shooting,” by General George W. Win- gate. General Wingate was captain of the fizst American rifie team to go abroad and the fact of there being an Interna- tional mateh about to begin at Sea Girt makes his article very timely and valu- able. In addition to these papers, the September Outing has a number of oth- ers of peculiar value. There is one on “Cattle Breeding for Amateurs,” showing the influence of food: another on “Lawn Tennis on the Continent,” by Clarence Hobart, who has recently returned from a complete tour of European tennis flelds. One on practical ‘‘Mountain Clmbing."” by Annfe S. Peck, who has had more prac- tical experience in mountain eclimbing than any other woman in this country. “Roque,” the modern croquet, is explained by a one-time champion at the game, W. H. 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