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1 that holds center position esent in public librarles, book- show W bles of up-to-date reade: Mary Johnston's *“‘Audrey.” Hope ted the wave of that attained full power nd to Hold” appeared, g merrily along bear- its crest this latest work of a fa- ing or vorite author. The general opinion at present seme to be that Miss Johnston has “4mproved”—that is, from a critic's stand- more careful and d auit She *Audre; improbable point. She is, in sbout dealing in matic incidents that were found with in “To Have and to Hold.” writes with a more mature pen. “Aundrey” will, of course, be one of the big sellers of the year, but whether it will really appeal so strongly to her read- ers as did her other works is a question. It has not the dash, concentration and “good ending” that go to make a book popularly popular. Yet, it Is undoubtedly her best work. Audrey is a heroine that deserves to live among the heroines of fiction. Miss Johnston seems to have been in perfect sympathy with this child of the woods. She makes her Audrey, for the reader, a living, breathing personality. The other characters of the book are equally well but being of more ordinary clay, do not attract the same £ n as this dreamy child who, as a type, Is so distinct from the rest of the world. few chapters of “Audrey” will ary reading for those who amatic incident to follow an- narrative much more Miss John- work deliberately and time to do a certain gardening to insure for her drama. She con- throughout the book, it at no time allows the ion to infringe upon tl ves of the scene shifter. Her pic- all is set and ready, are cer- as could be desired, other & th ston talk: and es be found to interfere v c rights of the story in same way that a series of to a melodrama 1 1f allowed to break 1 is by no means Johnston more than makes interest lost through t the intensity of her char- half dozen acter >0k thi 1l de the present story at a later date g stead of the r idrey i€ an orpl ) e child from the In- ke Haward, one hest born for her by charge of the minister, mself goes to London rid. love for the flow- ne too much for the She is thrown large- sources, for the minis- woman, entirely ies that mi, a nature as » does n rewish ve that d returns to his Virginian forgotten the saved. At this tim yrd to become refused, for by I of the of such a match and not because of ardent love. me that the Mayday fes- place and Haward sees Audrey She is of the cont: ants in a and wine the prize—certainly a ing for a heroine who is to great a rival as the charming rd Haward remembers his guar- dianship of the girl and soon begins to take an interest which rapidly develops into love. A halfbreed trader, Jean Hu- §on, aiso aspires for the hand of Audre; but is co lly hated by her. The character of Hugon is the shadow of the story, and its possibilities are splen- aidly developed. He is depicted as the son of a reprob French nobleman and an Indian womean, and as is often so in such cases, he seems to have inherited the worst from the character of each parent. He plens, with the aid of the school- master, & transported criminal, to Haward, but 1s prevented by a timely warning from Audrey. Haward has the teecher and the halfbreed captured and broug! before him, but is obliged to let the matter rest without further prosecu- for he dislikes to bring forward ‘he ness. The scene rd Is one of tt e book and strongly Johnston’s dramatic His gaze Fie was upo alone , Who in his turn Haward had the subtle he attention without undue his pi be was e stage, the the half-breed, by wh h, false t him like a leaf, of a and transformed Englishman’s plane e e e— TRV Will be repaid for send- ing for our illustrated catalogue of original ...... EASTER Cards and books, newly de. signed and published for this season by..... ELDER and SHEPARD 238 Post Street San Francisco of distinction. His great faghion was pulled grotesquely aside, forehead and shaven crown his laced coat and tawdry walstcoat d shirt were torn and foul with mud but the man himself made to be the absurdity of his trappings. Gone, for him, were his captors, his accomplice, the spectator in gold and russet; to Haward, also, sitting very cold, very quiet, with narrowed eyes, they were gone. He was angered, and in the mood to give rein after his own fashion to that anger. MacLean and the master of Westover, the overseer and the schoolmaster, re forgotten, and he and Hugon met alone s they might have met in the forest. Be- n them, and without a spoken word, the wig, of a ars gone by, showing the beneath higl forgott s fact to be recognized by the ot ccupants of the drawing-room. Colonel Byrd, who had been standing with his hand upon the ‘table, moved backward until he joined MacLean beside the closed door; Saun- derson drew near to the schoolmaster, and the center of the room was left to the would-be murderer and the victim that had escaped him ““Monsieur le Monacan,” said Haward. Hugon snarled like an angry wolf and strained at the rope which bound his arms. Haward went on evenly: “Your tribe has smoked the peace pipe Wwith the white man 1 was not told it by singing birds, but by the great white father at Willlamsburgh. They buried the hatchet very deep; the dead leaves f many mood of Cohonks lie thick upon the place where they buried it. Why have you nade a warpath, treading it alone of your color?" ‘Diable!” cried Hugon. *‘Pig of an English- man! I will kill you for—"" “For 2 handful of- blue beads,” ward, with @ cold smile. *And I, Indian! I will send a Nottoway the Monacans how e trall.” The trader, gasping with passion, leaned across the table until his eyes wers within a foot of Haward's unmoved face. ““Who owed you the trall and told you of the re?”’ he whispered. ““Tell me that, you glishman—tell me that!" ‘A storm bi said ‘Okee 18 perhaps angry and sent it."” ““Was it Audrey”’ Haward laughed. And so, Monacen, into the pit which From the fireplac slow volce: ‘I sald Ha- dog of an to teach to lay & snare and hide Haward, calmly. with his Monacans “No, it was not Audrey. you have yourself fallen rou digged, came the schoolmaster's ir, can you show the pit? chould this vouth desire to harm you? s the storm bird? Can you whistle it a Justice of the Peace or into a court- He was back in his chair, his eyes fixed upon the trader’s twitching face in a cold and smil- ing regard. ‘W Monacan?” he demanded. The balf-breed straightened himself, and with a mighty effort strove In vain for a eom- that should match the ~a command which other's cold taunted ani ing now at this point, now at that. *I am a Frenchme he cried, In a voice that Lroke wit ssion. I am of the noblesse land of France, which is & country much grander than . Virginia! Old can-town told me these things. nged his name when he came sea, 50 1 bear not the de which t ‘man. Listen, you Eng- le, 1 prosper, I buy me land, house. There is a giri ery minute, while 1 building it. she loves me not, nevertheless I shall wed her. Now I see in this room, néw in that; she comes n the stair, she smiles at the window, she nds on the doorstep to welcome me when home from my hunting and trading in the woods so far away. I bring her fine €kins of the otter, the beaver and the fawn; beadwork also from the villages and: brace- lets of copper and pearl. The flowers bloom around her, and my heart sings to her upon ins The flowers are dead, and have stolgn the girl away. There was stream, ahd the sun shone upon it, and You and she were in @ boat. I walked alone upon the bank, and in my heart 1 left butld- ing my house and fell t> other work. laughed; one day you will many suns ago. | have watched— was upon his lips, and he strained st ceasing at his bonds. Already pulled ON THE CA far awry, his great peruke, a cataract of hair streaming over his shoulders, shading and softening the swarthy features beneath its curled waves, now slipped from his head and fell to the floor. The change which its ab- sence wrought was startling. Of the man the mofety that was white disappeared. The shaven head, its poise, its features, were In- dian; the soul was Indian, and looked from Indian ey Suddenly, for the last trans- forming touch, came a torrent of words, words in a strange tongue, the tongue of his mother. Of what was he speaking, what was threatening, no one of them could tell; he a savage giving voice to madness and te award pushed back his chair from the table, and, rising, walked across the room to the window. Hugon followed him, strain- ing at the rope about his arms and speaking thickly. His\ eyes were glaring, his teeth bared. When he was so close that the Vir- ginian could feel his hot breath, the latter turned, and, uttering an oath of disgust, struck the back of his hand across his lips. With the cry of an animal, Hugon, bound &s he was, threw himself bodily upon his foe, who fn turn flung the trader from him with a violence that sent him reeling against the wall. Here Saunderson, a man of powerful build, seized him by the shoulders, holding him fast; MacLean, too, hurriedly crossed from the door. There was no need, for the half-breed's frenzy was spent. He stood with glittering eyes following Haward's every mo- tion, but quite silent, his frame rigid In the overseer's grasp. Colonel Byrd went up to Haward and spoke in a low voice: ‘‘Best send them &t once to Willlamsburgh. Haward shook his head. *T said, with a gesture of impatience. no proof.” o proof!” ou mean— The other met his stare of surprise with an imperturbable countenance. “What I say,' he answered quietly. My servants find two men lurking ‘beside a road that I am travel- ing. Being somewhat overzealous, they take them up on suspicion of meaning mischiet and bring them before me. It is all guesswork why they were at the turn of dhe road and what they wanted there. There is no proof, no witness—— “I see that there is no witness that you care to call.' sald the colonel coldly. Haward waved his hand. *'There is no wit- ness,”” he sald, Without change of tone, ‘‘and therefore, colonel, I am about to dismiss the case.” With a elight bow to his guest he left the window and advanced to the group In the center of the room. ‘‘Saunderson,” he said abruptly, “take these two men to the quarter and cut their bonds. Glve them a start of fifty yards, then loose the dogs and hunt them from the plantation. You have men outside to help you? Very well, go! Mr. MacLean, will you see this chase fairly started?” The Highlander, who had become very thoughtful of aspect since entering the room, and who had not shared Saunderson's start of surprise mt the master's latest orders, nod- ded assent. Haward stood for a moment gaz- ing steadily at Hugon, but with no notice to bestow upon the bowing schoolmaster; then walked over to the harpsichord, and, sitting down, began to play an old tunme, soft and slow, With pauses between the notes. When he came to the final chord he looked over his shoulder at the colonel, standing before the mantel with his eyes upon the fire. “So they have gope,” he said. ‘‘Good riddance! A pretty brace of villains!'"® Meanwhile gossip has been rife about the interest Haward has shown in his fair ward. Audrey has her first intimation that something is aniss when upoa a visit to Mistress Mary Stagg, wife of the man- ager of the Willlamsburgh Theater, Miss Evelyn Byrd refuses to speak to her. Evelyn has come to Mrs. Stagg's to pur- chase an elaborate headgear for the com- ing ball, and repulses all Audrey’s at- tempts at conversation. The blow is to fall heavier later, when Haward insists upon taking Audrey to the ball. The poor girl goes, much against her will. Decked out in theatrical finery fur- nished by Mistress Stagg she is certainly the most beautiful woman there, but the murmurs that spread around the room cannot,” he ““There is exclaimed his guest, sharply. AND SPREA%S ON'S BRIM IS THE HOLINDS TONGU THE HILLS WITH GOLD OF THE POPPIES A 0 WHO WIOLILD NOT SING IN THE SWEET SPRING SHOWERS JOINING IN PRAISE WITH THE NEW-CROWN FLOWERS? N GURGLES LOUD FROM ITS COVER FOND LITTLE LOVER, THE LITTLE COCK'WRE AND HIEH IN THE LIVEDAK A SIR TITMOUSE IS PIPING. THE LINNETS A WING WITH MUSIC ATTUNED TD THE SPRING. ALL VIICES ARISE IN A CLORIDUS [ FOR LOVE HAS BEEN WHISPERING, LIPWARD! ASPIRE! OERBUBBLING o 4 The above is a reproduction ’ of an Easter card published this year by Messrs. Elder & Shepard of San Francisco. The verses are by the well-known scientist and poet, Charles Keeler, while the design was executed by Mrs. Louis: Keeler. 2 : - upon the fact of her identity being estab- lished soon increase to an open demon- stration, and the ladies one and all refuse to dance in the set with her. Thereupon the men make audible remarks of by no means a flattering nature, which almost result in several fatalities, for Haward comes to Audrey’s rescue. Actual blood- shed is prevented by the better spirit of Evelyn: “It was you, Mr. Corbin, that laughed, I think,” said Haward. ‘“To-morrow I shall send to know the reason of your mirth. Mr. Everard, you will answer to me for that pretty oath. Mr. Travis, there rests the lie that you uttered just now; stoop and take it again.” He flung his glove at Mr. Travis teet. A great hubbub and exclamation arose. Mr. Travis lifted the glove with the point of his rapier, and In a loud voce repeated the asser- tion which had given umbrage to Mr. Haward of Falr View. That gentleman sprang un- steadily forward and the blades of the two crossed in dead earnest. A moment, and the men were forced apart; but by this time the whole room was in commotion. The mu- siclans craned their necks over the gallery rall, a woman screamed, and half a dozen gentlemen of years and authority started from the crowd of witnesses to the affair and made toward the center of the room, with an eye to preventing further trouble. Where much wine had been drunken and twenty ra- plers were out, matters might g0 from bad to worse. Another was before them. A lady in rose color had risen from her chair and glided Across the polished floor to the spot where the trouble was brewing. ‘‘Gentlemen, for shame!"’ she cried, Her volce was bell-like in its clear sweetness, |final in Its grave ro- buke and its recall to sense and decency. She was Miss Evelyn Byrd, who held soverelgnty in Virginia, and' at the sound of her voice, the command of her raised hand, the clamor suddenly ceased and the angry group! parting, tell back as from the presence of its veritable queen, : Evelyn went up to Audrey and took her by the hand. *T am not tired of dancing, as were those ladles ‘who have left us,” she said, with a smile, and in a sweet and friendly volce, ‘“See, the gentlemen are waiting! Let us finish out this measure, you and me." Then it is that the awakening comes to Audrey, but the poor chid has a yet harder trial before her on the following Sunday, when the minister takes the pul- Ppit against her and denounces her in open church. On went the word picture that showad how vice could flaunt it in so fallen an age. The preacher spared not plain words, squarely turned himself toward the gallery, pointed ou: with voice and hand the object of his censure and of God's wrath. Had the law pilloried the girl before them all, it had been but little worse for her. She sat like a statue, staring with wide eyes at the window above the aitar. This, then, was what the words In the coach iast night had meant—this was what the princess had thought—this was what his world had thought— There arose a commotion in the ramks of the clergy .of Virginia. The Reverend Gideon Dardeni, quitting with an oath the company of his brethren, came down the aisle, and, pushing past his wife, took his stand in the pew beside the orphan who had lived beneath his roof, whom during many years he had cursed upon occasion and sometimes struck, and whom he had latterly made his tool. ‘‘Never mind him, Audrey, my girl,"” he said, and put an unsteady hand upon her shoulder. “Yowre a good child; they cannot harm ye.” HE EARTH AWAKES TO THE WARM RAINS RIPPLINES OF JOY STIR THE SHADDWY GRASS IS GREENING OER MANY A VALLEY FLOWERS UPSPRING AT THE WARM WIN AND MY HEART BEATS FAST AS | RUN TD MEET THEM AND SING IN THE RAIN WILD WORDS TO GREET THEM THE TRILLIUM DPENS ITS PETALS IN WONDER ITS LEAVES IN A DARK WHIRL LINDER. E BLOWING, RE-GLOWINE, e - SN HILL, R CHOIR, (0% e S He turned his great, shambling body and heavy face toward the preacher, stemmed in the full tide of his eloquence by this unseemiy interruption. “Ye beggarly Scot!” he ex- claimed, thickly, *Ye evil-thinking saint from Salem way, that know the very lining of the Lord’s mind, and yet, walking through his earth, see but a poisonous weed in his every harmless flower! Shame on you to beat down the flower that never did you harm! The girl's as innocent a thing as lives! Ay, I've had my dram—the more shame to you that are justly rebuked out of the mouth of a drunken man! I have done, Mr. Commissary,” address- ing himself to that dignitary, who had ad- vanced to the altar, rail with his arm ralsed in a command for silence. “I'Ve mo child of my own, thank God! but the maid has grown up in my house, and I'll not sit to hear her belied. I've heard of last night; 'twas the mad whim of a sick man, The girl's as gullt- less of wrong as any lady here. I, Gideon Darden, vouch for it!" He sat heavily down beside Audrey, who never stirred from her still r-gard of that high window, There was a moment of portentous silence; then “Let us pray,” said the minis- ter from the pulpit. This unwarranted persecution opens Audrey’s eyes to all the bitterness of life. Miss Johnston handles the story from this point on with fine power. The tragic end- ing that is given to the tale may not be thought necessary by many, yet it is cer- tainly the artistic climax for such a story and the one best fitted to close the life of such a character as Audrey. The somberness of the m#n romance is prettily offset by the lighter love story of Angus MacLean and the Quaker mald, Mistress Truelove Taberer. MacLean's friendship for Haward, cemented as it is in blood by their duel over Audrey, is one of the most vital features of the, story. Audrey’s seeking refuge from the cruelty of gossip by adopting a life on the stage and her sudden rise to a position of bright particular star borders on the im- probable; but then there are stranger things in truth than in fiction, and as it glves an opportunity for a suitable ending to the story we should not be hypererit- fcal. (“Audrey” is published by Hough- ton, Miffin & Co., Boston. Price $150.) Mark Hanna. An enthusiastic tribute to the talents and good qualities of Mark Hanna has been paid by Solon Lauer in a sketch which he has written of the Senator. The book is not only a eulogy of Mr. Hanna, but a defense of the principles for which he has stood In his political career. The vol- ume opens with some prefatory remarks upon the real meaning of anarchism, suggested by the assassination of Presi-" dent McKinley., Then follows the account of Mr. Hanna's career. In this are intro- duced selections from addresses made by Mr. Hanna and several articles which have appeared in the magazines about him. The book closes with a number of short essays on social and political ques- tions. The essays are a plea for the su- premacy principles which Mr. Lauer finds exemplified in the career of Senator Han- na. Mr. Lauer's estimate of the policy of Hanna may be seen in the following quotation from the book: The reader will note that I do not deal with Mr. Hanna as an indlvidual alone, but as a man representing a large and Increasing class —the business men, the empire builders, the men who are laying the foundations of a new and grand civilization, This is the age of sclence, invention, manu- facture, trade. Antiquated dreamers, with va- cant eyes turned in upon their own misty spee- ulation, denounce it as @ gross and material- istic age. They mourn the absence of senti- ment, poetry, the fine arts. To them these men of affairs are so many great brutes, trampling down their fellows In their mad rush for material treasures. They do not see the real work which these men are doing, in redeeming. the earth from the wild forces of nature, and preparing it to be the home of such a civilization as the human race has never dreamed of in the past. s I take it upon myself to defend this class of men from the aspersions of their traducers. DS SALLY; - b I take it upon myself to say some good words for this material world and its material inter- ests. If this is materialism, let the critics make the most of it, * * * Success comes to the strong, the brave, the intelligent. It does not come to weaklings, to cowards, tc dull and sluggish intellects, The whole world applauds success. 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There is a certain amount of pleasure to be de- rived from the book In following the ad- ventures of the capriclous Mistress Pegiy; but the same line of fancy in the way of women assuming the masculine role has been worked out many a time before and has been better done. The- story is readable, but rather long drawn out. (Published by the Bowen-Merrill Company, Indianapolis. Price $1 50.) Medieval Rome. G. P. Putnam’s Sons of New York are publishing. some most valuable books in “Stories of the Nations—A serles of his- torical studies intended to present in graphic narratives the stories of the dif- ferent nations that have attained promi- nence in history.” The latest addition to the series is an admirable work eval Rome” from Hildebrand Vill, 1073-1600, by William M Mz. 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