The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, August 17, 1902, Page 12

THE SUNDAY CALL., S 2 story of New York newspaper life “Many Waiters,” by Robert Shackleton, is excellent. Mr. Shackleton was for five years con- nected wi a great New. York dally and knows whereof he writes; moreover, he possesses the ability of be- ing able to tell a story well and, a gift of newspaper training, to bring out most strongly the human interest side of a ro- mance. In feminine character drawing he is not so happy as in his pictures of men—but the story is q a man's story that he has to tell, for there are only two women y way important parts, ather as folls to bring the characters of who have in &nd these The author's' best work is done in de- picting an ambitious and unscrupulous millionaire, Stuart Ward, and in draw- ing for us picture of a typical news- paper man, J Shotterly. That part of the story where Shotterly, as v edi- tor of the Diurnal, is, unwittingly, in- sisting upon sending out the staff to gather up the story of a sensational so- clety scandai—the elopement of Shotter- 1y’s own wife—is as dramatic a piece of writing as one could wish. Ward is the ain throughout the book. childhood he has been a farmer’s boy and has known what it is to starve and grind and feel the oppression of capi- tal—even though that capital is the lim- ited wealth of the lage storekeeper Who cheats the famished family that he may save a few pennies for his miser's hoard. Growing to manhood, fortune smiles on Ward, and he lives to see the day when he is in a position to crush even his old enemy the storekeeper—and this he does without a qualm of c science. His ambition knows no bounds snd his 4 no limit, evep though they mean the winning of another man's wife. There are two love stories in the book; one that leads on to tragedy in the high- er that has a hap- ional ending. aracters deserving of es- are Marshall Hartford, ng man who comes to New York to try his fortune in the field of jour- nalism and becomes Shotterly’s best friend; an g editor, who n “closest enem Below we give an extract from that part of the book telling of Shotterly’s efiorts to get the story on which he has haé a * but does not as yet know name. Shotterly and Severn some words about the irs of the paper and the former has made up his mind to have this story at all costs, although Severn, upon learning from a private source that the woman in the case is probably none other than Shotterly’s wife, immediatély tries to save the city editor from this shock and to stop the stor o the room, and with a new on his face walked toward the Gesk of the city editor. Two or three of the men glanced et him curiously and then bent again over thetr work. Severn stepped beside Shotterly and nervously cleared his throat. “Mr. Shotterly—"" *“Yes." The city editor looked up. “Don’t send out on that story, please. I @on’t think it's § & special reason barrassed. Bhotterly laughed. *‘Oh! friend of yours, is he? the women may be—" “Don't—don’t say that, Bevern, his volce quivering & needn't get this § wend out o that and his face was very but Shotterly, fevered and fagged and weary in body and brain, saw only that the managing editor was trying to epoll the story of the day. “Dom't send out,” repeated Severn. “I will™ snapped Shotterly. *I will! It's & good story, end it's an exclusive, and I'll have it'—Mr. Hartford And Hartford stepped up to the desk. “Hurry right o on this. Every minute is precious. Remember, 1 want net only an outline, but enough for a big story.” s M. Shotterly,” and the managing editor's woice had an odd sound, ‘“‘you should know that I would not ask this if there were not & strong reason. And I'll see to it personally that none of the other pepers will use it even if they get it, %0 you won't be beaten.” But Shotterly did not heed, did not even notice Bevern's = strange note what we want, and there's He stopped, visibly em- #0 Mr. Ward is a Or perhaps you think Shotterly, Litt) said unusual in his voice. t on the story,” he said. “Nothing but a positive order from Mann could stop me."” “He's just gone away,” ®ald Severn. “And the men have gome, t00,” rejolned Shotterly, for at that moment Hartford and the other three left the room. And Severn, seeing thie, .turned, and without another word walked slowly off. Several of the men had noticed that there was & controversy between the two editors, and the effect of the low-voiced colloquy was curlously to charge the atmosphere with unrest It was as if some subtle disquieting influence were at work. The whining of the electric y became tices , the buzz of hone bells all at once became an not a man in the room but feit restless, nervos hour passed, two fans sudd. An became keenly impatient, f: from Hartford. in—good stories and ir , and Bhotterly he did not hear Other stories began to come abundance—and there was now no longer actual need for such a feature @s the story that the tipster had brought; but Shotterly felt it ms a point of personal pride that he must have it after his disregard of the appeal of the managing edi- tor. He became more and more impatient as Hartford stiil did not telephone his progress. At length Hartford came back. He came into the bulidng & he was sorely shaken and his face was strangély white. He did not go into the city To but by another entrance into the office of the mapaging editor. Bevern looked up at him in grave and anxious iry. “Well? Is it true?” said Severn’ ' “Yes,” Hartford gulped ‘It came to me by 2 private source Just be- fore you went out.”” said Severn. The two men were silent it by teliing you,” &0 home.” “You can't go home till you've reported to your city editor,” sald Severn, curtly. i “I've reported on sald Hartford; “now I'll 7 can't—oh, I cam’t! exclaimed Hartford, brokenly. “You tell him, Mr. Severn—please do.” “My boy,” sald Severn, softly—and as Hart- ford looked at him he saw the old stern mask fall away and a gentleness steal over his features—''I know you are his friend, but for that very reason you must tell him. Nor am I his enemy. I'm not the cold-blooded man you all think me—it's the driving work of all these years that's given me that manner. And I'd do anything to help Shotterly to-night— anything. But don't you see I'm just the one that Don't you see that what would be kindness or sympathy from anybody else would seem the grossest insult from me—that it would seem as if I wanted to deal the blow? I'd take this load from you If I could. but you'll have to learn that there are burdens that are mot transferable, and this is one of them. You'll have to tell him.”” His volce was very, very gentle, and his face still had that curious look as-if a mask had dropped aw. = t—oh, I can’t!” repeated Hartford, miserably And then Into the room stepped Shotterly. He stared at Hartford in a sudden anger, but his words were cold and measured. ‘Do you know how anxi I have been to hear from you? And do I need to tell you that when I assign you on a story I expect you to report to me and not to some one else? Hartford and Severn ‘were silent, and a You need a friend to-night, John. But Shotterly only looked at him absently, and then moved toward the door of the city room. ‘‘Don’t go out there! Let me get your hat!"" cried Hartford. But Shotterly, with his head bravelv up. his shoulders straight and square, walked out Into the room and steadily across it, but his face was as the face of the dead and a deep silence fell upon the men. “T'm going home,” he said to the ntght city editor. ‘I won't be ba The words fell drearily, ecuriously steady. And then in the midst of the silence he walked to the door and disappeared. Hartford went with him as far as the Ele- vated, and at the foot of the stairs Shotterly, still so terribly white, so terribly moved, sald: “I'm going home—I want to see Zoe—to see Mrs. Shotterly. There's been some mistake, you understand, and it will all be cleared up. And— report to Mr. Severn about the story and ask for his instructions. And—and give him my apologies. But let him know it's all just a mistake; just—just a mistake.” He stumbled up the stairway like an old and debile man. 'm going home,” he whispered to himself; 'm going home—to Zoe. Story of Animal Life. D. Appleton & Co.. New York, are rublishing a most valuable series of books in their “Library of Useful Stor- CONDUCTED BY B. G. LATHROP is not a single commendable feature about the book and it Is wrong to even waste this much space on it except as a warn- Ing to those who might buy and waste their money. It is published by Herbert 8. Stone & Co., Chicago. The Trust; Its Book. Under the title “The Trust: Its Book,” there has been compiled and edited by James H. Bridge, a series of papers by Charles R. Flint, James J. Hill, S. C. T. Dodd, Francis Thurber and the editor, all of them dealing with some phase of the trust as seen by those who regard such great comibinations as not only an inevitable gutcome of our industrial con- ditions, but as distinctly beneficial to the nation and to the people. The papers dif- fer widely in merit. Some of them are no more than magazine articles contrib- uted matnly for the purpose of enabling the writer to make a showing of hav- helpful introduction, which considers the lives of Rlato and Socrates, the contents and import of the Euthyphro, and its place in the economy of Plato’s works, the text is taken up. The notes explain all obscure allusions and op grammatical points refer to the leading Greek gram- mars. An appendix gives a very full bib- liography, as well as critical notes on the text. A Greek index and an English index follow. Price $1. Pine Tree Ballads. “Pine Tree Ballads” is @ charming book of Yankee verse by Holman F. Day. Last year we had from the pen of Mr. Day “Up in Main storles of Yankee life told in vérse. The present volume follows along the same /lines and fully lives up to its sub-title of “Rhymed Stories of Unplaned Human Natur’ Up in Maine.” The contents includes a series of poems under the following headings: *‘Our Home' Folks,” *“Songs of the Sea “Ballads of Drive and Camp,” “Just Human Nature,” *“Next to the Heart,” “Our Good Prevaricators,” and “Ballads of Capers and Actions.” All of them teem with picturesque character pictures of the men of the plow and the sea in far-away Maine; men whose m e something in their faces struck Shot- ies.” Each volume is diminutive in size ing very little desire to make a reputa- ‘heads are as hard @s the stones piled ase®sssoa,, e 'PITCH% WO AT HIS TOUIRNES ENDo i 1 Al Il ;\it‘ | TRIF’Ai ON A DONKEY'S HURRICANE DECK. TRIP across the continent that is unique in the history of all transcon- tinental journeys is one described at length by R. Pitcher Woodward (Pythagoras Pod) in his book recently published and called “On a Don- key’s Hurricane Deck,” with the further captivating title of “A Tempes- tuous Vovage of Four Thousand and Ninety-six Miles Across the Ameri- can Continent on a Burro in 340 Day: and Two Hours.” Newspaper accounts and magazine articles have already given us a brief outline of this remarkable trip, but it remains for Mr. Woodward himself in this detailed account, illum- inated the funny ane deck.” should fail to s, under the following conditions: art from New York City, ving or stealing, procure my within the schedule time. by thirty-nine pictures from photographs taken en route, to tell us of all ncidents, the pleasures and hardships of his voyage on the ‘‘hur- The trip came about on a wager and in this wise: 3 I had agreed with a friend to forieit to hipr five thousand dollars in case make a donkey trip from New York to San Francisco in 341 without a dollar in pocket and without begging, a_donkey, way across the continent to San Frax and, riding or leading the beast, earn cisco, and register at its leading hotel I must gover the whole distance with a donkey by road or trail only; announce in prominent newspapers of New York my start, ut least twenty-four hours in advance, and mention the hour, day and starting point. Beated on a donkey, I must parade on portions of Broadway, Four- teenth and Twenty-third streets, Fifth. Madison and West End avenues; both the donkey and I must wear spectacles, and I a frock coat and ‘plug’ hat, but the latter to be discarded at pieasure when cnce across the Mississippi River, coat to be worn to San Francisco. “I slyly suggested the two most absurd conditions, believing tht? it would be easier to earn my way in the role of a comedian than In the garb of a serious- thinking, impos: tion_and -upon mortal. wager. terly with a sudden sense of terror. He was frightened, yet he knew not of what. He felt that there was something fearsome in their stler He leaned against a chalr. “I-I think I'm a little dazed. Is there anything—" His voice was uncertain and shaky in spite of his tremen- dous effort to retain his eelf-control. Their white faces and their silence struck him with panic fear. Severn slipped from the room threw his arm about his friend's “*John—John—" d Hartford shoulder. An awful suspiclon was slowly ripening In Shotterly’s mind. “Who was the woman that went with Ward?’ he wispered. “John, John—don't ask me. Be brave, John—" Shotterly sat down in a sort of huddled way on the chair. His face was suddenly bleak and drear. “It's a le!” The words came in a sort of thin whisper—the whistling whisper of an old, old man, “I—I'm ~oing home,” he said blindly. Then he tried desperately to pull himself together, and his words came bogglingly. ‘‘There's some mistake. Zoe will clear it all up, I I'm going home.”” He repeated these last words very softly to himself and then un- steadily arose. “May 1 go with you, John? Let me go with I reasoned that I should have to livé on sensa- notoriety, and, perhaps, keep from starving by employing my wits,” Mr. Woodward made the trip off schedule time, and better, His book is well worth reading ds the author, naturally, e e e e e 20 30 e 2 2 i 0 3 2 2 S 2 2 22 2 2 2 2 B I e e NS and won his has many but complete and to the point in text and cheap in price—35 cents. The latest addition s “The Story of Animal Life,” by B. Lindsay. The keynote of this romance of zoology, as the book might well be termed, is to be found in the vastly increased interest of the study of animal life due to the progress of modern dis- covery which “has taught us to see in the animal kingdom one large family making its way upward from humble be- ginnings to more perfect structure and more complete intelligence.” The author's advance from protozoa to man is made in ciear and simple language, which tells a story of continuous interest. 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There is no evi- dence of any design to give it permanent value. It deals with the facts of to-day, which will not be the facts of to-morrow, instead of with economic forces and prin- ciples which are the same, yesterday, to- day and forever. It is interesting mainly as a presentation of a side of the question which is often overlooked, and some of the papers are well deserving the atten- tion of all who desire to make an impar- tial investigation of the trust problem as it exists to-day. (Published by Double- day, Page & Co., New York. Price $125.) Plato’s Euthyphro. The American Book Company, New York, is Issuing a series of Greek books for colleges and schools, to appear under the general editorial supervision of Pro- fessor Herbert Weir Smyth of Harvard. The first of this series to appear is “Plato’s Euthyphro,” edited with intro- duction and notes by Willlam Arthur Heidel, Ph. D., professor in Iowa Col- lege. The volume before us is attractive in appearance, with a remarkably good reproduction of an old Greek gold coin embossed on the cover. After a very funny incidents to relate and what is more, knows how to tell them well. good idea of the fun In store for the reader can be “If you are ever tempted to ride a donkey overland, refrain. across backwards on your hands and knees, or circumnavigate the globe in a If you still’ persist, why, ride a donkey twenty miles in A pad from a brief giimpse into ‘l started four days before winter, practically without money, to support from tner from New York City to San Francisco. “It required twelve weeks to traverse the Empire State, through a severe seascn when and where I suffered the most. The delightful part of the journey Instead of taking the shortest cut, I had to consider towns where I might best make expenses, to look for the best roads Three times when lost I traveled far out of my course, once twenty miles into a mountain forest. » “It is only five days across bY rail. Have you traveled it—In summer? How kali, sand (rock waste), cacti and sage as the Yet with comfortable beds, cool drinks and books to read, at times feeling yourself speeding through the air a mile a minute, you wearled of the ‘voyage.’ weeks, then into months, double and add five weeks—forty-nine weeks! yourself for such a perfod on a slow burro, and so small that if you wear roller skates while in the saddle the animal; ride one mile astride; when you feel about to split, ‘ride the second mile side-ways; when your back feels ready to break, ride the third mile Turkish fashion; by this time your legs are berumbed and your feet asleep, shade, meals served, Five days! Multiply them into Fancy which walks half your natural pace, you may ease so walk thereby quiet your nerves, rest your ' Rather creep a pourf Jf you wish my donkey’s advice?l wr;fi introduce him. His head is longer than Lis ears, which was not the case when This unique ‘account of a wondrous voyage is published by I. H. Blanchard around thelr acres; their wit as keen as the tush scythes with which they trim their rough pastures; but their hearts as soft as the feather beds in their spare roems.” The fllustrations are from espe- clally selected photographs of people and places that have suggested the motif for Mr. Day’s verses, and they add much to the realism of the volume. It is pub- lished by Small, Maynard & Co., Boston. Mazel. “Mazel,” by Richard Fisguill, is an amusing, brightly written story of the ad- ventures of a young French girl in a col- lege town of the South. Mazel, as Made- moiselle Hurepoix is called in the town by those who do not speak French, is em- Ployed as a governess in the family of one of the professors in the university. She is a beautiful, sprightly girl, whose charms draw upon her the envy and hatred of the less favored women by whom she is sur- rounded. When it is known that the great cateh of the town, the rich and aristo- cratic Robert Edward Lee Jones, has sur- rendered completely to the fascinations of the governess, the rage of the feminine portion of the little community knows no bounds. The courtship of mademoiselle and Mr. Jones is attended with great Qif-. ficulties, as neither understands the lan- guage of the other. Fortunately for the course of their true love, they have an in- terpreter in a compatriot of mademoiselle, Rrofessor Auban of the department of French. The incidents of the story are commonplace enough, for the most part. but they are related in an amusing, origi- nal fashion which makes them entertain- ing reading. An extract will serve to illustrate the style of the book. Made- moiselle Hurepoix. Mr. Jones and Mon- sieur Auban are together at the home of the professor. “Protessor Auban,” exclaimed the Virginian, with & grim determination of the nailbiting kind, “Professor Auban, I've got to learn French, and I've got to learn it quick. Tell me how to say, ‘T love you' imFrench!” ““What sort of love?’ questioned Professor affably. ‘Love for me or love for ‘‘Oh, damn it, man, T can tell you in Eng- lish what I think of you!” “You mean that you want to tell her, ‘T love you,’ the ‘you' referring to Madamolselle Hurepoix?* Ot course I do, great lord!" “Do you want to say ‘thee’ or ‘you? ™ “I don't give a continental damn, just so I can say it; but—"" he added cautionsly, *I want to say the right thing. Which ought I to say, ‘I love thee’ or ‘I love you? ™ ““That depends,” replied the professor. “You make me tired!"” exclaimed the Amerl- can, hotly, Then after a moment, “I am going to look at her straight in the face and tell her in English that I love her. Would you be %0 kind as to translate the expression into suit- able French as soon-as I say it?” “A direct translation?” “Yes.” “Well, it will sound as if I were telling her that I loved her: Mr. Jones says, ‘I love you ‘Make It an indirect translation, then.” “Indirect transiations are never very clear,” suggested Professor Auban. *It would go like this: “He, Mr. Jones, says he loves you.” That sentence might mean that I, Professor Auban, compatriot and spiritual adviser, doubt the statement of Mr. Jones and advise you to be careful.” “T'll tell you what to do!" exclaimed the fertile American. “Write ‘I love you' down In French on a plece of paper; then I'll copy it on another plece of paper and hand it over to hert” “‘Que dites vous?” asked Mazel again. “Hadn't 1 better prepare her a little for what is coming?”. asked Professor Auban re- signedly. “The best thing you could do would be to leave the room just before I hand her the slip of paper.” “Then if she wrote something in answer you would need me to translate it.”” “Not if she wrote the same sentence!” “But she might change the expression, she might write back: ‘I adore you! You don't know how to conjugate ‘adore’ in French! Besides, she might say she didn’t love you and put in some negatives, and you nevVer would be able to handle the French $legatives —there are five or six of them, ‘pas,’ ‘point/” ‘rlen,’ ‘radis’ and so forth, and sometim they have ‘me’ and sometimes they don’ (Published by Herbert S. Stome & Co., Chi- cago.) Drewitt’s Dream. The search for an unknown inamorata, which leads to a number of exciting ad- ventures, forms the story of “Drewitt's Dream,” by W. L. Alden. The action of the novel is supposed to take place dur- irg the Graeco-Turkish war. An Englisl- man, Drewitt, a spectator of the war, Leppens to be in a town in Greece when an attack is made upon it by the Turks. He joins the inhabitants in a mad flight from. the town. During the excitement ot the flight he hears a woman calling in Epglish for aid.” Drewitt goes to her assistance and takes her with him on his horse. 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