The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, September 14, 1902, Page 12

THE SUNDAY CALL L —————ESSms——— ] I CONDUCTED BY B. G. LATHROP. +* N The Bookman for the current month we read the following interesting bit f concerning the humorist, Sabin: “In the far wilds Edwin L. Sabin is thorough- a He draws his inspira- the cottage cat. ‘It's name,’ he Timothy Wells, familiarly n but never addressed by cheapening appellation, * §s to a cat what “Bub" Whatever I write I try on when I experimented ut I speedily found out ghed too readily. She was my favor. Besides, mothers end ought to be handled hen I got a wife. Alas! she, e partial critie, and she, too, to replace. Now I have he is a great success. He Therefore I need not be d to read him everything. He never. inces the least Indication of emotion, vn. With his inscrutable eyes and his grave demeanor he leads me on and on, ever baiting me with the hope aps, some Gay I shall plerce him ck. The day upon which I shail laugh I shall have But he has not laughed smiled. To my task t writes, ‘is yet. He has not even 1 devote every moment I can spare from sleeping, ez mowing the lawn and Mr. Sabin has turned his golf practice to some sccount in a literary way by rriting & dozen or more short “golfish™ have appeared quite re- Terent magazines and now shed in book form by Company of New York. o not play the game or do ifference between a ‘“‘bras- an club; or if the terms ance” and all the rest of the ature of the game are all still there is & fund to be found in “T which k contains fourteen stories in h one with its flavoring of golf. a light, pleasant veln. have the picturesque links for a setting, a young couple ing lovers placed nd, and the reader is m just at the critical art-to-heart affair has He is always kind to i mekes of the golf those swains who their heart's sweet long- 11 pink ears of attentive that has given its name for of the book is ome of the ries * s not a story, as -blooded laity might e person endowed with e supernatural—some person English might go by the —but it is merely the a golf stick, that seems to than the ordinary merits of n love with & most entranc- nks—Mr. Sabin’s women trancing. His affair of the ogressing entirely to his s0 one morning Cheever ther a despondent and med- to make the round of the One of the privileged characters of the er n, who at times is not in the most serere of tempers. cular morning Cheever is er out, and so at the first high r on the links he sits him down to think over his battle with that ravat e man, Cupid. After a y discovers he is not with- out compa and finds that the ram has come up and is spolling for a fight. This particular beast is of rather a chivalro nature and scorns to attack & man so apperently lacking ir spirit as is Cheever as he reclines on the slope of the bunker. Cheever continues to brood over his sad end lovelorn lot. The ram executes a war dance and awaits developments. Then it is that the author takes pity on so fine a hero, and a new element of interest ap- pears on the scene. The rest of the stor: Jet us hear from Mr. Sabin; it is quit> cheracteristic of the light, cheerful styl that makes these stories of golfland-sc inte: ng: Presently be heard an extra snort from the ram, end, gazing languidly, comprehended that the 1 hed reversed himself, and that his stubby, cocked-up tail was now where his head hed been. This but for an instant. While Cheever watched, the beast nimbly backed out of the passageway, &n h a leap scaled the e self on the top, 0ok his horns in wicked glee. anticipated in some one approach- antegonist more worthy of his efforts. Ehoo! Get away!"” a feminine voice, and it thrilled er as could not oth e extant. s that you, Miss Thorpe?” he called hope- Tes—and who's that?’ came the eager To- “It's Edgar Cheever,” he answered. Cheever, do drive off that horrid Miss Thorpe energetically. performed a little run embankment and returned to his where he posed again with his saucy expectancy, Inviting first ne other. e him off,” remonstrated ously. ““He's kept me here for be quiet and he'll not ®ouch place, repeated Miss Thorpe with some How ridiculous! I came out to to sit around. Where are you? under the bunker,” 1 explained Cheever The brute makes at me whenever slous!” commented the girl for me. *“Have you seen my ball? It the bunker."” under my right leg,” vouchsafed with irritating cheerfulness. It's Are you alone?” Do you think that it T had a or even ancther woman with me, at goat stand there?” she retorted. urse. he corrected. " returned Miss ou going to drive him away—or e responded frankly. orn beast, and he's- asserted the other stoutly. Cheever & when he heard this threat bis unseen -vis. From the farther er issued a vigorous “‘Shoo!” In The ram peered intently, as deeming that the long-de- at last truly to commence, & hind quarters and made a executing a sally down oduced an alarmed shriek. itly and bided the next f the enemy now engaging ejaculated Miss Thorpe, The illustrations on this page are | from & new and interesting book for boys published by the Lothrop Publishing Company, Boston. “The Admiral's Ald” is a story of life in the new navy by Chaplain H. H. Clark, U. 8. N. Chaplain Clark, in two earlier books, gave his young readers a vivid portray- al of matters pertaining to the old navy; so the present book will come as 2 welcome addition to his former work. Aside from its value as an interesting and thril! ing narrative “The Admiral’s Al gerves a further purpose of ac- quainting its young readers with the details of life aboard the mod- ern man-o’-war and is lacking in any degree of sensationalism that might be detrimental to the good of imaginative young lads who have a hankering for adventures on the high seas. It is a book that is to be highly recommended as an addition to any boy’s library. Price, §L : e “You don't either. I belleve yo laughing at me,” crisd Miss Thorpe. ing back.” “Oh, no, you mustn't,” called Cheever with concern which was not all simulated. “He'd chase after you, sure. Petter stay where you are, and he'll get tired soon and go off.” “But you sald he’d held you here an hour,” she complained apprehensively. “Fully that,” assented Cheever. “So com- pose yourself and take things easy, and don't let him think you're paying any attention to him. It will discourage him, you see.’” “Goodness gracious—and I came out for ex ercise!” exclalmed Miss Thorpe in dismay. “It's a perfect shame to keep a thing like this ram on the golf course!” “So it is,” agreed Cheever brazenly. “Well, T've cat,” said Miss Thorpe in a voice of resignation. The ram, comprehending that it was a matter of endurance, began to forage along the top of the bunker, hastily nibbling the scanty blades of grass with & nervous eagerness be- tokening a desire to victual up while he had the opportunity. Ever and anon he paused while swellowing and took & brief survey of his prisoners, Reassured, he proceeded With his feeding. “Jen't it funny?” remarked Cheever, after & short interval of tremulous silence, and call- irg over the bunker to his concealed com- penion. ‘““What is funny?” she inquired susterely, “Why, you on one side of the bunker and I on the other, and this cold, unfeeling ram mounting guard over us,” explatned Cheever. “Awtully funny,” replied Miss Thorpe with- out enthusiasm. Silence again ensued., The ram, with one eye out for possible attack, industriously graz- ed hither and thither along the almost bald crest of the ridge. Cheever meditatively plucked a spear of grass and examined it. Then e spoke: “Oh Jewel!” he said softly. No enswer. “‘Jewel!”” he repeated with more emphasis, No response, While the ram anxiously observed him, and enortingly warned him to keep his distance, Cheever cautiously crawled up the rather steep flank of the embankment and peeped over. Jewel was sitting dejectedly on the edge of the sand-bed, gazing Wwith wide open eyes &l the renewed antics of the ram, who was lashing himself into a fresh fury. “Jewel!" persevered Cheever. The proximity of the voice apprised her that the speaker had changed location, so she searched the top of the bunker until she per- celved his head. ““Are you addressing me?” she inquired with freezing hauteur. “And why by my first name?"”’ ‘Oh!” sald Cheever, rebuffed. His intentions seemed to have lost momen- tum, for he stopped with this exclamation, and only blinked as he lay there on his stomach, with the ram, keenly alert, ready to engage him. ““Well—what?"" exacted Jewel tartly, “You—you never objected before to my call- ing you ‘Jewel,’ * protested Cheever, much ag- grieved, “Dian’t I?" replied the girl with exasperat- ing lack of interest except in the circles she j\ s L2 (672 was decribing in the sand with her brassie. Sllence, broken only by the excited snorting of the ram, who evidently forssaw & climax. ““Why can't I call you ‘Jewel' now, just the same as before?” demanded Cheever, still with his aggrieved manner, but determined to make the most of his opportunities while they were present. “You know very well,” asserted the other, not looking up. ““While that ram is here you don’t deserve any privileges at all. I think you're as mean as you can be!’’ “‘But the ram wouldn't object,” persisted Cheever, affecting to misunderstand. *‘Would you, you old rip?’ he added, speaking to the suspicious animal. The ram shook his head. ““He says ‘No,’ " announced Cheever. ““However, 1 do object,” stated the girl. “You're acting contemptibly.” “If the ram wasn’'t bere could I call you “Jewel?' inquired Cheever persistently. The young lady, out of patience, dropped her brassie and raised to him a face in Which aggravation struggled with amusement. “For goodness sake, Edgar Cheever, do drive away that ram and stop your fooling, she cried helplessly. “I'm half frozen, Hitting on this cold ground. Only drive him away and you may call me anything—anything:"’ Cheever gazed hesitatingly at her. “Please do,” she sald, with an appealing little gesture, In answer Cheever jumped for his golf bas, Jerked out a club and valiantly strode up the bunker, straight for the astonished ram. “Get out, you brute!” he cried menacingly to the animal. The ram, nothing loath for an encounter, lowered his front, “Oh, be careful!” admonished the fair spec- tator from below the plane of combat, Undaunted by the ram'’s threatening attitude Cheever advanced and struck him smartly across the horns. The club shapped at the juncture of wood and fron. The ram gave a startled *'bi Pressing his advantage, Cheever sturdily lald on with the pliant shaft, and in an instant the battle was decided. Victory perched on the banner of Cheever and the ram, with many a loud lament, was fleeing o'er the pasture. ““You've broken your club—that's too bad!"* called the girl, as Cheever, briefly pursued the routéd enemy, approached her. And it was your magic mashie, too, wasn't it? I'm so sorry!’ she exclaimed. Cheever gravely nodded, “I'm not,” he replied, ‘“for I drove off the ram and you said if I did that I might call you anything I ehose. May 17" He came closer to her. “You promised,”” he urged gently, after having. But what he succeeded In caing ner—ana there was quite a list—he uttered in such dis. connected tones, often muffled by her hair and cheeks and lips, that even the ram, although Without being noticed he had sneaked up very near, was unable to catch them. 8o he laughed derlsively and cantered away. Ere the stroll -homeward from the eventful bunker Cheever pocketed the mashie head, and now head and ghaft, once more united, hang above the Cheever fireplace—so enshrined be- cause, says Cheever, the club, faithful unto death, gave up its life in making the most glorious “‘drive” of Its career and in winning first prize, Mrs. Cheever laughs and blushes, but she keeps the ribbons fresh, Foncin’s France. As a book of condensed historical in- formation and data concerning our sister republie, France, Monsieur Plerre Fon- cin’s work must receive favorable recog- nition. An authorized translation of the same has just appeared from ‘ghe press of the International Publishing Company, 127 West Thirty-second street, Ney York. The work of translation has beem very admirably performed by H. H. Kane, A. M., M. D. The author first concerns himself with giving us such a geographical picture, of France as shall place our mental visfon on the proper basis for the more perfect understanding of the conditions, past and present, that he is later to relate. In part I he shows us Northern Frarnce, or the Parisian Basin; part II is devoted to the western, or oceanic France; part III to France in the interior, or central plateau, and part IV to Southeastern France, or the slove of the Mediterranean. After this follows a brief consideratior of the history of France during the early Cop_yzta-fir, 1902, By centuries, the middle ages, in modern times and then of the contemporary his- tory of the country. The book closes with some most inter- esting and Instructive chapters under the headings of “‘The Institutions of France in the Present Day,” ‘“Economic France,” “Forelgn France,” “The Sciences in France in the Nineteenth Century,” “French Literature in the Nineteenth Century” and “Temperament and Char- acter of France.” Judith’s Garden. “Judith's Garden,” by Mary E. Stone Bassett, is one of the most charming nature books of the season and will appeal especially to that class who found “Elizabeth and Her Ger- man Garden” so delightful. The il- lustrations are by no means good, but this point of unworthiness is more than atoned for by the typograph- ical work, the binding and the page dec- orations. The three characters that en- tertain us throughout the pages of the beok are Judith, her husband and the old Irish gardener. The gardener is especial- ly well done and the quaint old man has something to say of kindly humor to en- liven nearly every chapter of the work. The book is well worth reading for its wholesome tone and versatile style. Pub- lished by the Lothrop Publishing Com- pany, Boston. Price, $150. Chiquita. “‘Chiquita—the Romance of a Ute Chlef's Daughter,” by Merrill Tileston, is a story ‘with a lesson for those whese minds dwell upon the possibilities of civilization as ap- plied to the American Indian. The heroine LorHRoP Puss LJHINE €o— of the book s tne qaugnter or Yamanacz, a great Ute Chief. Yamanatz has a friend, Jack Sheppard, whom he supplies with gold, from the hidden treasure stores known only to the Indlans, for the pur- pose of having his daughter given an American college education. Chiquita leaves her people and goes among her white sisters. She is apt in her studies and finally is graduated from the highest institutions of learning for women. She becomes a social belle and general favor- ite, but with all her education and the ac- quired polish that necessarjly results from refined environment, Chiquita re- mains true in the end to her inherited in- stincts and eventually returns to die among her own people. The book has many pages of adventure to carry the story and the contrasts between civiliza- tion as we know it and the life of the In- dians is well drawn. “Chiquita” is pub- lished by The Merrill Company, Chicago. Price $1 50. Literary Notes. Helen Hunt Jackson's delightful Cali- fornia articles, hitherto printed in her European travel sketches, have just been published in a separate volume entitled “Glimpses of California and the Mis- sions,” with thirty-seven pictures by Henry Sandham, who fllustrated “Ra- mona.” Little, Brown & Co. are the pub- lishers. The following are the contents of Out- ing for September: “The Old Road Coach,” Henry H. 8. Pearse; “The Music of the Marsh,” Gene Stratton-Porter; “With the Cruise,” Hamblen Sears; “Marksmanship in America,” Lieutenant Albert 8. Jones; “Tangled Lines,” Arthur E. McFarlane; “After Rhinoceros on the * * Upper Nile,” Ewart 8. Grogan: “The Meaning of the Automobile,” Willlam J Lampton; “The Canoceing of Da Lecnidas Hubbard Jr.; “The Best Bass,” Edwin Sandys: “Women in Ath letics,” Christine Terhunme Herrick “Schooling the Thoroughbred for the Race Track,” Wif. P. Pond; “Fleld Trials of Setters and Pointers,” Bernard ‘Waters; “Fishermen of the Deep Se: J. Kenealy: “The Dream of the Da Bear,” Aloysius Coll; “A Woodland mit,” Edwin C. Kent: “Packing on t * W. B. Harwood; “‘Before the Storm,” Emery Pottle; “Lessons of t International Polo Mateh,” John E. Cow- din; “The Sportsman's Viewpoint,” Ca par Whitney; ‘“The Game Field,” Edw Sandys; “Angling,” Willlam C. Harr “Photographing Live Fishes,” A. Rad- clyffe Dugmore. v Both pictorially and from a literary standpoint the September number of the Critie embodies certain features of ex- ceptional quality. The leading illustrated article s an extended paper, entitled “Willlam Morris in the Making,” by Miss Elisabeth Luther Cary. The illustrations include portraits of Morris and his wife, formerly Jane Burden, so often painted by Rossetti and Burne-Jones, together with views of Kelmscott Manor, the Mer- ton Abbey Works and various title pages, rugs, wall papers and other examples of Morris manifold artistic activity. In the letter press, Miss Cary confines herself almost entirely to depicting those early tendencles and aspirations which after- ward became the main motives of the great artist-socialist's career. An article of wholly different nature, though one of which the illustrations are also a feature, is Madame Onoto Watanna's survey of “The Japanese Drama and the Actor.” Other {llustrated articles number Edgar Mahew Bacon's paper on “The Literary Associations of the Hudson,” Walter Lit- tleflsld’s “Balzac as a Playwright” and the third installment of Charles Hem- strest’s “Literary Landmarks of New York.” Mr. Bacon finds much interesting material in the literary traditions of a truly noble stream on whose banks some of the most famous figures in American letters have lived and written, while views of residences and historie spots admirably supplement the text. Among the more purely literary features of the current number of the Critic are a paper by Jack London on “Again the Literary Aspirant,” and the usual contributions of J. P. Mowbray, Frank Norris and the ever-whimsical “Arthur Pendenys.” Mr. Mowbray is uncommonly sprightly on the subject of “The Higher Hysterics,” and a “Lounger” which comes over seas from London and Paris completes the number, The Theater for September marks the opening of the new theatrical year by is- suing a special number. The magazine Is Increased in size and both pictorially and from the literary standpoint contains many features of unusual interest. Under the heading “Plans of the Players” there is a complete list and description of all the important productions to be made this season, fully {llustrated with finely exe- cuted portraits and scenes from plays. There is also an extensive review of Paul Heyse’'s drama, “Mary of Magdal which Mrs. Fiske will present shortly and which is to be one of the leading the- atrical events. On September 6 next it will be just 150 years since the first troupe of English players visited this country. J. C. Hyde writes an Interesting and In- structive article reviewing what has been accomplished on our stage since that time, the article being {llustrated with re- productions of rare engravings of the earllest American playhouses. Gustav Kobbe writes Interestingly of Richard Strauss, the man who has given us some- thing new in music, and who is coming to America this fall, and there Is an inter- esting article on Maeterlinck’'s new play, “Monna Vanna,” which has recently aroused much discussion in Europe. Mar- tin Harvey, the successful young English actor who is about to make his first American tour as a star, forms the sub- Ject of another article, and the excellent series of Interviews with stage celebrities is this month devoted to that fine actor Louis James. The first pictures that have been published of Mrs. Leslis Carter's sensational play, “Du Barry,” appear in this issue of the Theater. They will tell in picture form the story of the play from start to finish. The other pictures in- clude a beautiful portrait of Maxine Elliott as Portia, printed in twelve colors on the cover, a new and fine portrait of Mrs, Patrick Campbell as Lady Macbeth ar portraits of Brandon Tynan in his new play, “Robert Emmet,” Alice Fischer as Mrs. Jack, Otis Skinner in his new play. “Lazarre,” Maurice Maeterlinck, Tyrone Power, Louis James, Martin Harvey, Anna Laughlin, Edwin Arden, Blanche Bates and many others. iy e SN Books Received. THE FORTUNES OF OLIVER HORN—By F. Hopkinson Smith. Charles Scribner’s Sons, New York. $1 50. COMPLETE STORY OF THE MARTIN- IQUE AND ST. VINCENT HORRORS—By Willlam A. Garesche. Joseph A. Hofman, 1219 Bush street, San Francisco. THE PHILIPPINES; THE FIRST CIVIL GOVERNOR—By Theodors Roosevelt; CIVIL GOVERNMENT IN THE PHILIPPNES—By Willlam H. Taft. The Outlock Company, New York. $1. 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