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12 THE SUNDAY CALL. WRITES A HISTORICAL NOVEL. CONDUCTED BY i B. G. LATHROP | AMINIE RIVES has at her own. She has promise of genius vious booke, x* and “A Furnac of E written a historical novel E b while. It will be re- Furnace of Barth” vears ago and by r and good aaver- The sen- LIE F come the her ¥ eemed of genius and the author would, with nto a writer of abil- es has even surpassed n of those who caught the er of her talent is evi- her “Hearts Courageous” that ublished by the Bowen- of Indianapolis. gives us a historical ’ favorably with the r hero is of the *Mon- type that made the h Tarkington popular readers of yesterday; easy laurels among the n of present day fic- led with the fresh- youth and talent—in Courageous” will make a the top place in the six ' of the year unless h mistaken. It has all f popularity; a story that most from the beginning and of « racters done in a master- 4 y that the Rives have of their material. t sixty pages of the book may red a little dry as far as the is concerned but they nave their story as a whole to give the and condition of the tires— s when the seed of liberty bad planted in the breasts of the sts who were later to fight for their d establish these great United first part of the novel oc introduction of the Bo novel wins cupie h an re to the gay little capital, Williams- b of Virgini H {ance of Tic my Lord Dun- w »es not 1} itate at Anne Tillotson. th g, the true and des to be our heroine. We g of the dei of the « and of the plots al on foot : off the yoke of oppression v lelightful glimpses of S e and we 2o on a brac- in, Anne and Patrick Her Ty, S0 hold our pat for the descriptions are quite ple and th t and plot ahead 1c > action in their hi ' rt may use the > good ship the 1l far out at sea ani a motley herd of redemp- in Jarrat and d, the Maiquis de > the a roy heavy villain of the who has been e court of Louis XVI jed of the French to zve help Incidentally erican colonists. Tillotson and is cordially by her—as all good hero- e the heavy villam. Just is trying to ingratiate him- good graces of the Marquis The Marquis has, how- s stateroom and Jarrat's ef- seck admittance into nis apart- the Marquis' secretary Finally it is given Marquis has died and was Then it is that Jarrat eme making friends secretary and bribing him to t the Marquis, to use the latter's personal effects and in this TY on a correspondence with the King; this correspondence to be of such a nature that ali profit will go to the English crown, to Jarrat, and mgainst the interests of the colonists. At this point it is quite evident to the mstute reader tralned n the dark sub- tleties of novel writers that the secretary is really none other than the Marquis and that he has bribed the captain of the boat to carry out the fiction of his own death merely that in incognito he may the better guard against the plots of just such spies as the crafty Jarrat. In spite of the fact that you ‘early see through this part of Miss Rives' plot still there ere many obstacles that arise and counter plots to follow that will keep you guess- ing as to the ultimate outcome of the story. The Marquis goes through the book as the secret: , only he himself and the reader knowing to the contrary. s his quality, however, long be- e voyage of the “Two Sisters” is defending a woman in the steer- ®ge against the brutal attack of the mate. who would force her to throw her dead «child overboard. He wins this fight with all the esprit that was ever so evident in e skirmishes of our old friend “Beau- slashing the burly mate over the face with a rope’s end untii the great brute rushes his attack against the slight Frenchman, when, just as the sympa- assengers are about to shriek with s they see their hero forced into the Marquis frees himself by dislocating the mate's knee by a trick and climbs out of the ge to the deck as unperturbed as he had but taken his usual morn- & exercise When the ship lands the Marquis s he ribing with t PRIVAT Libf'jnry Calalogue vpon application, Fine Library Editions of Standard Works, Periect Condition, Large Collection. -~ Eider & Shepard, 238 Post Strzel, San Francisco. had championed on the boat. There is a sale of the human chattels and this poor n is sold to the most evil looking alist of the lot; she falls on her knees before the Marquis to succor he! He offers to buy her, but is refused: then: “I will lay against her,” added mand, “double the amount she cos! And the toss of a coin shall decide. Armand loses, and then wins. All this time Anne Tillotson has been a silent wit- ness of this scene on the wharf. Armand has noticed her and then goes forward and asks Anne to take the woman into her service. She Is naturally quite taken aback and refuses. A few moments aft- erward, however, she learns the story of the fight on the ship and then goes her- self to Armand to apologize and to ask that she may take the woman. After this events crowd rapidly one on the other, and with Anne and Armand it is plain to be seen that it is a case of mu- tual Jove at first sight. The Frenchman you. is in no way backward in expressing his affection and matters proceed at an as- tonishing rate. Later Jarrat is to appear on the scene and learning of this love affair s to make all kinds of trouble. Armand is of su a nature that rather than avoid difficulty it—and he finds it in plenty. Miss s her hero’s hands pretty full. There are misunderstandings all around and the climax finally comes when Ar- mand believes himself to have been be- trayed by Anne; this is when Jarrat has finally played his trump card and the Marquis is denounced as being an 1m- postor. To tell whether Anne is really true to Armand or not would be to hint at the ending of the story and spoil it for its readers; sufficient is it to say that Miss Rives will hold your interest until the last page and that she makes the endng perfectly consistent and satisfactory ac- cording to all etchics of artistic work. As an example of her power of narration here is the duel between Armand and Captain Foy, the aide of Lord Dunmore. Armand is seconded by none other than Patrick Henry: Foy's voice broke in, sneeringly wrathful ‘Are we come to string beads?"’ ““En garde!’ cried Armand, turning sharp- ly, and the two blades rang together with a clash Foy's attack was wonderfully strong. He had the trick of carrying the head well back and resting the weight of his body upon the left leg—a sign of one whose learning had been without masks. The other's method was as different from that of his antagonist as night from day. He fought far forward, engaging much with the point. A maitre d’escrime might have seen in his action some of the freedom and directness which later gave Bertrand, the greatest fencing master of Europe, the surname of the ‘‘Terri- ble.”” But to the watchers it seemed to be ut- terly without method—barren of rule—to be loose, uncontained. He passessed the appear- ance of a child at careless play with a serpent, not conscious of its sinister intention. A pain came into Henry's dark eyes and a paler tinge to his checks. He groaned inward- Iy as Foy suddenly came at Armand, press- ing him back in a furious chasse-croisse—frst the right foot forward, then the left. The leutenant stood close to Henry, his lips parted, watching. “‘They say Foy was taught of Angelo,” he whispered, “‘and that the pupil could best his master. Your friend is In evil case.” So indeed it seemed. Foy was a brute and he fought like onme, with face distorted and breath rattling with rage. He came on with the lunge of a hunter at a boar, his blade hate-heavy, and the very fury of his rueh sent the young Frenchman back to the verge of the bushes. Armand returned with a stop-thrust, parried a lunge and answered by & riposte, Then, for a moment, there was nothing but the du-tac-an- tac of slim steel, cutting wayward blue-white fiashes where the milky light caught its edge. “End the cub, Foy,” cried Roiph with an “and let us to town. oath, You could have spitted him forty time “By heaven!” suddenly burst out Henry. “‘Brav The Frenchman's blade, beating up a flan- connade, had nicked a crimson gash on Foy's ehoulder. - The latter, smarting from the prick, and en- raged beyond measure, came on @gain cursing, his chin set forward from his neck and a fleck of foam on his lips. Armand had changed his tactics. He still 1 the ‘appearance of looseness and lack of close defense, but, strangely enough, Foy's point, though wielded by the redoubtable swurdsman that he was, had not so much as slit a ruffle of his shirt. He was untouched, immaculate, careless and debonair. Now he became of a sudden winged. He turned, rcled, was here and there with the rapidity of an insect. The fight turned this way and that, crushed the bushes, was all over the sround. There was a maze of prick- ing, whirling arrows of sulphur-colored flam> in the moonlight. Foy's breath was coming hoarsely in his throat like that of a sirangled dog. Armand began to laugh outright as he thrust and parried. Tte lleutenant wedged an exclamation amid the fiick and scrape of steel. Foy's face was beccme a welter of sweat and rage. This was @ scrt of fighting new to him. He tried every attack, every feint, double engage, coupe— each ineffectual. Armand, nimble, laughing, began to hum a tune as he ran. hing could have been better calculated to gcad his adversary to the point of impot- Already Foy had begun to cut and 2 utter, whirling madness. Rolph no longer called to him to end the matter. All alike saw that such ending was fast coming into Armand’s power alone. Agein and again Foy lald his guard open mand’s thrust, taking no thought, but e Frenchman withheld it. Instead, his leaping point slashed the other's coat to flap- ping ribbons, pricked him on the thigh, in the armpit, in thé hand—wasp-stings that drew blocd and rage, but harmed not. At the first epurt of crimson Rolph leaped forward, e 2z that it was enough, at which Armend politely lowered his blade; but Foy reviled his second with such devil's caurses that he went back to his station, gritting his teeth. “The ticutenant raised his hand, withdrawing his eves an instant from the combatants. Henry lstened, d his ear caught the tattco of hoot-beats flinging over the road, mixed with the falling of a lash upon horses’ flanks—a fren: f impatience came nearer: Relph quick gleam of relfef. At the same insta in the turned ~his sound. As it head . with a t. Armand swerving far forward, wounded his antagonist in the right wrist, and, Fi fingers relaxing on the hilt, with a sweeping twiet sent his sword rattling a good ten feet awa ¥y was after it to snatch it up, with a 1 more like a wild beast than a man, when an officer, at a gallop, leading three sol br the clearing and spurred between. “Stop!”" he shouted, out of breath In the Governor's name!" nand tossed his sword to the ground. ell and fury!” foamed Foy, as he sprang into slashing at the horse's legs. ‘‘Out of y, damn you!" The animal plunged and Foy came at Armand-like the mad- man The cfficer threw late, as Henry rushed forward. he was. himself off the horse too Armand stood perfectly still, his hand pressed to his side, where a stain was spreading crimsonly among the white ruffles. “‘Bear witness,"” turning to the sol. not himself for lquo The central historical figure of the book is Patrick Henry—and Miss Rives has drawn the character well. Of him she has Rolph said er with coolness, “that Captain Foy is “He was the greatest Virginian that ever lived. He married the daughter of a tavern-keeper, wore buckskins, failed in business and could not make a living as a But he knew. His brain looked even further ahead than Washington.'s. Ever since I began to write I have dream- ed of putting him—homely face, leather breeches and all—into a novel. And now I have done it.” She has done it—and she has done it well! Her historical characters are handled with all the skill that was evident in Winston Churchill's work on the char- acters of Lincoln and Grant in “The Crisis.” In fact, speaking of “The Crisis,” ‘“Hearts Courageous” has much more of lite, spirit and good story in it than is to be found in Churchill's work. Miss Rives stiil paints her stage set- tings with rather a lurid bfush; for ex- ample take the following clipped at ran- dom: As they rode the rcse-stained east turned kingfisher color and then amber, and the sun splaghed the clouds with pools of burnt yellow and gold till they went in a glory. It in a buret, to-day, grass-sweet and sullen, sod- den with the wet smell of sycamore. For a few moments Anne was drunk with the moticn— the rush through tinglin v-wet air. Beyond the yellow clay bank the shore glow- ©d in a violet-green dazzle of follage—a flame ot amethyst and pink, and over all the sun hung hazy, like some splendid dream rose, strewing its petals upon a bay of tinted glass, The bank behind the wharf was a fringe of negroes, their vacant-minded happiness shak- ing out laughter as wind shakes blossoms from & locust tree. The gay-colored turbans bobbed I'ke variegated poppies on a breezy day. aiite e 1" she answered more lightly, “was think- ing of bow the frost has set the woods afire. Saw you ever such per-reds and russet- golds. And those wedges of pink rock—they, have the look of raspberries crushed in curdled milk. God is spendthrift of his hues.” PERL Yoy Somewhere far away a whippoorwill began to call—a liquid gurgle through the clasping dark. YT X The sky was a clean, cold steel. Early twi- light blended the delicious mingled-brown- and dull orange of the singed fields with the waxen- green of the red-pricked holly bushes, and the frozen glare of ice ponds shone bleakly in the stubble. Above the collar of her great coat Anne’s face was rosed with the tang of the frosty air which turned the breath fo ghost- faint smoke curdles. Their steps broke crisply through the crusted rime, and from the fields came the tinkling of belled sheep nlpping withered grass and the whirr of shy partridges scudding through rustles of weeds dry, as dead wasps. i . . . If that is not lurid color thrown on with a free hand it would be hard to say what it is. But then if such descriptions strike one as too vivid, they are very easily skipped and if you happen to feel just in the mood for compound adjectives of the ‘ghost-faint smoke curdle” order—why, all well and good, they are there in plenty for your. ° Those who read ‘“Hearts Courageous” may be interested in learning that there really was such a person as “‘Charles Armand”—not, however, ‘‘Charles Louis Armand, Marauis de la Trouerie,” but Charles Trefin Armand, Marquis de la Rouaire. e was a French soldier, born in Fougeres, France, in 1751, and died near Lambelle i 1793, While quite young he entered the Garde du Corps in Paris, but fought a duel about an actress and. was dismissed from the service. In conse- duence of this he left France and came to the American Colonfes, where he volun- teered in the cause of the Revolution and received from Congress a commission as colonel under the name of Charles Ar- mand. He fought.in many engagements and was with Lafayette in New Jersey. In 1781, becoming dissatisfied with the pro- motions in the army and seeing no chance of advancement, he returned to France, procured clothing and accouterments from his own means, and crossed the At- lantic again in time to participate in the victory at Yorktown. In 1783 Congress conferred on him the rank of brigadier seneral. Latet he returned to France and became ,an actor in the French revolu- tion, taking part with the Royalists of La Vendee. At the time of the death of Louis XVT he was a fugitive, but engaged In secret operations for a revblt. The execution of Louis gave his system such a shock that he died soon after from a nervous malady. It is said that he was urbane and polished in manner, an elo- quent and persuasive speaker, a gallant leader and a man greatly beloved. So reads history, but what Miss Rives has to tell us of him is a deal more-enter- taining. S e Illustrations by A.B.Wen- zell in Hallie Erminie Rives’ new novel “Hearts Coura- geous.” Copyright, 1902, by the Bowen-Merrill Co. fe—— - e The Leopard’s Spots. Its readers will find that “The Leop- ard's Spots” really means “The Ethiop- ian's Skin,” and the problem of his destiny hover like black shadows over nearly every chapter. Thomas Dixon Jr., a Southern man, has written this book from a purely Southern point of view, evidently intending it as a justification of the disfranchisement of the negro. 1t is a political argument built upon a love story—cach as impassioned as the other. To the hearts of all who love a lover— and that's all the world, they say—the story of the love of Charles Gaston and Sailie Worth will appeal. Theirs was no modern, lukewarm affection, with things tied to it, but the good, old-fashioned I of love, taking no account of ob: but pushing resistlessly on toward al of matrimony, utterly s, the overwhelm- ing a father's fll-advised wrath and op- position. The story begins at the close of the il War, at which time Charles Gaston but a child. The scene Is laid mainly North Carolina, and the reader is tak- en through the stormy times of the re- construction period and subsequent pol- itical convulsions down dlmost to the present day, the pages of the book crowd- ed with eventful action. Some years before the conclusion of the story the hero, Charles Gaston, who, though pc is of good family, falls in love with Sallie Worth, the beautiful brilliant daughter of a rich ex-Con. crate general, and asks her hand in mar- riage. Sallie’s father, at first acquiescent, is soon led, through fa of G ton’ character, to interpose strenuous objections to the marriage. But when Gasten makes a g speech before the State convention and om the strength of it is mominated, for; Govergor, §the old general gives in, and . once -more con- zenting to the marriage, the invitations are issued. On’receipt of a letter in- forming him that Gaston and Sallie had lLeen married some time before in the jail where Gaston was lying incs a false accusation, the irascible old gen- eral flies into a vassion again, and has to be resubdued by Sallle’s diblomacy, and then, that the invited guests may not be disappointed, on the day that Charles Gaston Is inaugurated Governor of North Carolina he is again married to Sallie Worth. (Published by Doubleday, Page & Co., New York: Price $1 50.) Herbert Spencer’s Last Book. Under the title “Facts and Comments,” Herbert Spencer presents to the world a volume of short essays dealing with a wide variety of questions and reasserting the principles with which his name has been so long associated. A certain degree of melancholy interest attaches to the volume by reason of the statement in the preface: ‘Possibly to a second edition I shall make some small additions, but be this as it may, the vol- for the negro in the South. ume herewith issued I ecan say with cer- tainty will be my last.” 3 The last work of the greatest philoso- pher of the nineteenth century can hardly fail to attract widespread atten- tion. In comparison with the mighty works that have preceded it from the same exhaustless mind, this one will seem slight and of little value, but it is not without its importance and significance. It bears witness to the fact that the ven- erable student is carrying his old age serenely and fronts an antagonistic world with undiminished courage. He denounces state education, jingo patriotism, party government, and all the superficial ten- dencies of the time, with his old-time acumen if not with all the old force. Upon the question of state education he says: “If supply and demand are allowed free play in the intellectual sphere as in the economic sphere, and no hindrance is put in the way of the naturally superior, education must have an effect widely dif- ferent from that described—must conduce to social stability as well as to other benefits. For if those of the lower ranks are left to get culture for their children as best they may, just as they are left to get food and clothing for them, it must follow that the children of the su- perfor will be advantaged; the thrifty parents, the energetic, and those with the highest responsibility, will buy education for their children to a greater extent than will the improvidént and the idle. And if character is inherited, then the average result must be that the children of the supertor will prosper and increase more than the children of the inferior. There will be a multiplication of the fittest in- stead of a multiplication of the unfit- ge shows at once the strength and the weakness of the author's sys- tem. He will have the people get educa- tion for their children as best they may, but would deny them the right to com- bine as citizens of a municipality and pro- vide for education by joint effort and tax- ation. He maintains that “if"" character be inherited an individual struggle for ed- ucation would result in an advantage to the best, but he ignores the virtue of the “if.”” Experience has shown that char- acter is not inherited. The children of successful men are not often found work- ing with their father's vigor nor walking in his paths; while in our American h tory the republic has found most of its greatest men among the children of parents whose lives were marked by no kind of material success. The volume, however, is by no means filled with essays of protest against the tendency of the world toward govern- ment regulation of life. Many of the es- says deal with subjects of general inter- est like music, style, weather forecasts and a wide variety of miscellaneous topics. A particular interest attaches to the concluding essay, “Ultimate Ques- tions.” Spencer says: “For years past when watching the unfolding of buds in the spring there has arisen the though{; shall I ever again see the buds unfold? Now that the end is not likely to be long postponed, there results an increasing tendency to meditate upon ultimate ques- tions.”” Concerning the issue of life after death, he says: “The consciousness itself —what is it while it lasts? and what be- comes of it when it ends? on infer that it is a specialized and Individ- ualized form of that infinite and eternal energy which transcends both our knowl- edge and our imegination, and that at death its elements lapse into the mfln_(.:e and eternal whence they were derived. That is the great philosopher's last word. The little book will be found fuil of wise counsel and earnest thoughts. It merits and will receive a wide attention. Those who read it will see that the es- ‘says are slight, but those who are discern- ing will perceive they have come from a master mind that has lost none of its wisdom with advancing years. (Published by D. Appleton Co., New York.) Fables of the Elite. George Ade's popular fables with their quaint humor and bits of human nature study have brought many imitators into the field. Never comes a good thing but it must be overdone and cheapened by the efforts of those, who, lacking origin- slity, must make up for a paucity of new ideas by following where they cannot iead. An example of this is the appear- ance in book form, from the press of R. ¥. Fenno & Co., New York, of “The Fables of the Elite,”” by Dorothy Dix. These fables are simply a cheap imitation of the really good work of George Ade, illustrated by some fairly clever drawings from the pen of Swinner- ton. . —_—— Literary Notes. “Lays for Little Chaps” has been se- lected for the title of a volume of poems by A. J. Waterhouse, to be issued shortly by the New Amsterdam Book Company. Mr. Waterhouse is as well known west of the Rocky Mountains as Eugene Fleld and James Whitcomb Riley are in the We can only - East, and his poems on child life are eagerly sought for wherever they appear. The June number of “The Trestle Board,” a Masonic magazine, is a special edition, prepared in honor of the Mys Shriners, and is filled with photographs of leading officers and of California scenes that make it a souvenir most appropriate of the recent festivities. Harper & Brothers have just published, in very attractive form, a new and re- vised edition of the book of stories that first made Robert W. Chambers famou This volume, entitled “The King in Y lew,” was published some years ago, : as the work of a then unknown author, was received with surprised approva e storfes are romantic and mysterious tone, suggesting the manner of Po and De Maupassant in more than omne ir stance. They deal with artistic and other picturesque phases of life in Paris and New York. nd, The following are the contents of the International Monthly for June; “Latin Burope and American Imperialism,” Scip Sighele: rom War to Peace,” Hen Rutgers Marshall; “The True Nature o Anti-Semitism,” Gustav Gottheil: “The Social Life of Ants” (concluded), August Forel; “The Byzantine Empire and the Crusacdes,” Charles Diehl; “The Formal Garden and Its Revival,” Frank Miles Day; “The Idea of Beauty,” Ethel D. Puffer; “The International Shipping Trust,” Joseph B. Bishop. Sir Edwin Arnold contributes an ent taining article to the July Delineator on the ceremonies attending the crowning of King Edward, In the course of which i recalls a singular incident that occurred at the erowning of King George IIL A large diamond fell from the crown of t King as he passed up the choir to his throne in the chancel, and those who be lieved in such things as portents and pre- visions looked for some event presaged by the accident. They found it afterwards, to their own content, in that separation of the American colonies from the mother country which was the beginning of the #reat United States of to-day. Herbert Spencer’s publishers state that his latest book, “Fact and Comments,” is to be his last. This fact lends interest to A €. McClurg & Co.'s announcement that they are to publish what should be an admirable account of the life of the great philosopher during the coming fall. Dr. Charles H. 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