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e —_—— = ’l’“ // CONDUCTED BY B. G. LATHROP | + . F Booth Tarkington had not already made his name famous by his novel, “The Gentleman From Indiana,” and its luster by aire,” it is safe to book, “The Two wouid have done so. As it e that he has earned further added to emor ty with the readers of the stundard fiction of the day. Twc revels” possesses the e ingenuity of plot, the same clev g character drawing that mad Terkington's other novels so readable. It Is 2 story of mistaken identity. Betty Carewe is the daughter of the rich man of e little Indiana town at that period in our bistory immediately preceding the Mex- fcan War. At the time of the commence. ment of the tale, Betty has but just re- turned from a convent to take her place es mistress of her her mother being dead. Betty is at once the belle of the village and is showered with attentions and offers of mnrriag' from every eligible man in the place. Tom Vanrevel, the sober, clear-headed, ambitious, model young man of Rouen, Is no exception to the rule, but falls in love with the charming Betty at first sight. He alone of all the youths cannot pay her open attention on account of a pclitical difference he once had with Betly's father followed by a personal quarrel that resuited in the hot-headed ©old man threatening that he would shoot Vanrevel of he ever found him near the Carewe home. One other man of Rouen is also for- bidden to love the lovable Betty and that is Tom Vanrevel's law partner and friend, Crailey Gray. He is aiready engaged to Fanchon Bareaud “Crailey Gray held the center of the stage and was the chief comedian of the place. Wit, poet and scapegrace, the small society sometimes seemed the mere backgiound set for his performances, Epectacles which he also enjoyed, and from the best seat in the house; for he was not content as the actor, but must be the prince in the box as well. “His friendship for Tom Vanrevel was, In a measure, that of the vine for the oak. He was full of levities at Tom’s ex- pensc, which the other bore with a grin of sympathetic comprehension, or, at long Iutervals, returned upon Crailey with de- vastating effect. Vanrevel was the one steadying thinz in his life, and, at the same time, the only one of the young wen upon whom he did not have &n al- most mesmeric influence. In good trut Crailey was the ringleader in all the de litries of the town. Many a youth swo: to avoid the roisterer’s company for all time, and, within two hours of the vow, found himself, fiagon in hand, engaged in & bout that would last the night, with Mr. Gray outbumpering the hardiest, at the head of the table. And the next morning the fevered, scarlet-eyed per- furer might creep shaking to his wretched tasks, only to behold the cause of his folly end headache tripping merrily along the street, smiling, cleanshaven, and tresh as & dew-born primrose, with, per- cthance, two or three of the prettiest gir's in town at his elbow to greet his sallies with approving laughter.” Crailey Gray has all the brilllant quali- ties that make Beaucaire of “Monsieur Beaucaire” such a popular idol—but he does not possess the keen sense of right #nd wrong or the high principles of honor held by that gentieman. Crailey’s heart is large and does not prevent him from paying d=voted attention to Betty on the sly; and, also, his conscience is quite elastic and permits him to carry on the @eception when he finds that the fair Betty by a plausible error takes him for A Balloon . Ascension At Midnight By GEORGE ELI HALL lllustrated by GORDON ROSS $1.00 net. «~.PUBLISHED BY... Elder and Shepard 238 Post Street, San Francisco fi“r'%?y’ BOOKS lacational§, ~ 2TSiessss Complecte Catalogue Gratis! €end for One! BOOKS BY DAVID STARR JORDAN. Care snd Cuiture of Men—§1 5O, Story of the Innumerable Company— 1 We publish an extensive line of books by Western authors. TEE WEITAKER & BAY COMPANY, BOOKSELLERS AND PUBLISHERS, 728 Market Street, San Francisco. e, S GGG STl b B e father’s household— * Tom Vanrevel and thinks that Tom Van- 1evel is Crailey Gray, the scapegrace of the town and the affianced, husband of her friend Fanchon. With such an ingenious plot it is easy te imagine what an Interesting story such a talented writer as Mr. Tarkington has made of “The Two Vanrevels.” Betty falls in love with Crafley Gray— but as a matter of fact it is Vanrevel v hom she really loves. Crailey is one of most versatile persons who can live 2 so adroitly that they even make taemselves belleve they are living the truth. He knows that what she has lieard of Tom Vanrevel is enough to make her greatly admire Tom, and so when Crailey is with Betty he not only makes ter think he is Vanrevel, but really talks and acts in the same high-principled way that Tom would act if similarly situated. As the story progresses, Tom, through « letter sent by Betty addressed to “Tom Vanrevel,” .learns of his friend's dupli- city, but Tom is too devoted to a friend tu expose his partner's masquerading ad- venture. It would mean dll kinds of un- fortunate complications, to say nothing of breaking the heart of poor little T'anchon, the devoted fiancee of the scamp Crailey. War has been declared, and Tom and Crailiey are both soon to leave with- a regiment for the front, so Tom thinks that the matter will soon blow smoothly over; and he doesn’t care much, for in_ his identity of “Crailey ay that his mischief-making chum has put upon him, he kncws that he has not the slightest chance of ever advanc- ing in the good opinion of the beautiful Bett But he does not reckon with the ations that fate is soon to put in the way. He does not know that Crailey has written and asked Beity to meet him once more to say good-by and that that ietter has been signed “‘Tom Vanrevel; end further, it has fa.len into the hands of old Carewe himseif. The first hint that Tom gets of the trouble to follow is when a colored wo- man servant comes rushing into is office 1o beg him in the name of Mrs. Tanberry, & dear lady who is living at the house as chaperon fop Betty, not to come to the house that night to see Betty, because Carewe is sitting up in the cupola with 2 gun on his knees walting for his hated enemy to dare to speak to his daughter. Tom does not realize the danger of his friend until ke finds that his own uniform has been taken by Crailey, and then it dawns upon him that in order to carry out in Betty's mind the fliusion that he is “Tom Vanrevel,” Crailey Gray has put cn his death shroud—for Carewe will rec- ognize the uniform as that of Tom Van- zevel and will shoot withcut making any further investigation. The scene that follows is one of the most dramatic in the book. An extract from it is given below. Some may not find the ending of “The Two Vanrevels” entirely to -their satisfaction, but this novel is certainly one of the most ar- tistically written and interesting books of the season. At all events, he would go out until Cralley had come and left again; for he had no desire to behold the masquerader's return. So he ex- changed a dressing gown for a coat, fastencd his collar, and had begun to arran, his cra- vat at the mirror, waen, suddenly, the voios of the woman seemed to sound close beside him in the room: “He's settin’ dah—waitin’ ! The craval was never tied; Tom’s hands dropped to his sides as he started from the etaring face in the mirror. Robert Carewe was waiting—and Crailey- All at once there was but one vital necessity in the world for Tom Vanrevel, that was to find Crailey; he must go to Crailey—even in Care- we's own house—he must go to Crailey! He dashed down the stairs and into the street. ‘‘he people were making a great up- roar in front o the hotel, expioding bombs, firing muskets in the air, sending up rockets: and, rapidly crossing the outskirts of the crowd, he passed into Carewe sireet, unno- ticed. " Here the detonations were not #o deaf- ening, though the little Steamboat at - the wharl was contributing to the confusion with il in her puwer, screeching simultaneously approvai of the celebration and her last sige nals of departure. At the first corner Tom had no more than left the sidewalk when he came within a foot of being ridden down by two horsemen who rode at so desperate a gallop that (the sound of thelr hoof-beats being lost in the uproar from Main street) they were upon him before be was aware of them. He leaved back with an angry shout to know who they were that rode g0 wildly. At the same time a sharp explosion at the foot of the street sent a red flare over the scene, a flash, gone with such incredible swiftness into renewed darkness that he saw the flying horse- men almost as equestrian statues jllumined Ly & flicker of lightning, but he saw them with the same distinciness that lightning gives, and recignised the foremost a3 Hoberf we. And In the instant of that recoxnition Tom knew what had happened to Crailey Gray, for he saw the truth in the ghastly face of his en- emy. Carewe rode tiffiy, like a man frozen upon his horse, and his face was like that of & frozen man; his eves zlassy;and not fixéd upcn his course, 50 that it was @ deathly thing to see. Once, long ago, Tom had seen a mad riding for his life, and he wore this sam-: look. The animal bounded and swerved un- der Vaorevel's enemy in the mad rush down the street, but he sat rigid, bolt upright in the saddle, his face set to that look of cold- Dess, The second rider was old Nelson, who rode with body crouched forward, his eyebails liks shining_porcelain set in ebony, and his arm like @ flall, cruelly lashing his own horse and his master's with @ heavy whip. *‘De steamboat!” he shouted, hoarsely, bringing down the lash on one and then on the other. “De steamboat, de steamboat—fo’ God's suke, honey, de steamboat!” eSECOND TIVTE THEI® EYES They swept into Main street, Nelson leaning far across the other's bridle, and turning both horses toward the river, but before they had made the corner Tom Vanrevel was running with all the speed that was in him toward his enemy’s house. The one block between him and that forbidden ground seemed to him miles long, and he felt that he was running as a man in a dream, and, at the highest pitch of agonized exertion, covering no space, but only working the air in one place, like a_treadmill. All that was in his mind, heart and sofil wai He had known by the reve- s face in what case he would ut as he ran he put the knowl. edge from him. with a great shudder and re- solved upen incredulity in spite of his certainty. All he let himself feel was the need to rum, to Tun until he found Crailey, who was somewhere in the darkness of the trees about the long, Jow hcuse on the corner. When he reached the bordering hedge, he did mot stay for gate or path, but, with a loud shout, hurled himself half over, half through, the hedge, ke a bolt from a cataoult. : Lights shone from only one room in th house, the library; but as he ran toward .the porch’ a candle flickered {n the hall, and there ceme the sound of a volce weeping with ter- ror. At that he called more desperately upon his incredulity to aid him, for the volce was Mrs. Tanberry’s. If it had been any other than she, who sobbed so hopelessly—she who was always steady and strong! 1If he could he would have stopped to pray now, before he faced her and the truth: but his fiying feet carried him on. “W she ‘gasped, brokenly, from the hall. *‘Ma; Have you brought him?" ““It is 1" he cried, as he plunked through the doorway. “‘It's Vanrevel.”” Mrs. Tanberry set the iron candlestick down upon the table with a crash. ““You've come t60 late!” she sobbed. ‘‘An- other man has taken your death on himself. He reeled back against the wall. *Oh, Godl" he said. “Oh, God, God, God! Crailey.’’ ““Yes,” she answered. “It’s the Poor vaga- bond that you loved so well.” Together they ran through the hall to the library. Crailey was lying on the long sofa, his ‘es closed, his head like a plece of carven marble, the gay uniform, in which he tricked himself out so gallantly, open at the throat, and his white linen stained with a few little splotches of red. Beside him knelt Miss Betty, holding her lace handkerchief upon his breast; she was as white as he, and as motioniess; so that, as she knelt there, immovable beside him, her arm like alabaster across his breast, they might have been a sculptor's group. The handkerchief was stained a little, like the linen, and like it, t0o, stained but a little. Near by, on the floor, stood & flask of brandy and & pitcher of wa- ter, “You?” Miss Betty's face showed no change, nor even a faint surprise, as her eyes fell upon Tom Vanrevel, but her lips soundlessly framed the word. “‘You!"" Tom flung himself on his knees beside her. “Crafley!” he cried, In a sharp voice that had a terrible shake in it. *‘Crailey! Crailey, I want you to hear me!” He took one of the limp hands in his and began to chafe. it, while Mrs. Tanberry grasped the other. “There's still a movement in the pulse,” sl faltered. “Still1"" echoed Tom, roughly. *You're mad! You made me think Crailey was dead! Do you ‘think Crailey Gray is going to die? He couldn’t, T tell you—he couldn't: you don’t know him!’ Who's gone for the doctor?’ He dashed some brandy upon his handkerchief and set it to the white lips. “Mamle. She was here in the room with me when it happened.” ** ‘Happened!' 'Happened! "’ he mocked her, furfously. * ‘Happened’ is a beautiful word!" “God forgive me!" sobbed Mrs, Tanberry, “I was sitting in the library, and Mamie had just come from you, when we - heard Mr. Carewe shout from the cupola room: ‘Stand awsy from my daughter, Vanrevel, and take this like a dog!' Only that—and Mamie and 1 ren to the window. and we saw through the duek a man in uniform leap back from Miss Betty—they were in that little open space near the hedge. He called out something and waved his hand, but the shot came at the same time, and he feil. Even then I was sure, in spite of what Mamie had said, I was as sure as Robert Carewe was, that it was you. He came and took one look—end saw—and then Nelson brought the horses and made him mount and go. Mamie ran for the doctor, and Betty and I carried Crailey in. It was hard work.” » Miss Betty's hand had fallen from Crailey's breast where Tom's took its place. She rose unsteadily to her feet and pushed back the hair from her forehead, shivering convulsive- 1y as ehe looked down at the motioniess Ot sald Tom. in th ngry, “‘Crailey!” sal om, In the same a A, shaking voice. “Crafley, you've got . to rouse yourself! 't do; you've got to man! Crafley!" He was trying to force "g bfiandy through the tightly clenched teeth, “Crailey! “Crailey!” whispered Miss Betty, heavily on the back of a chair. *Crafley? She looked at Mrs. Tanberry with vague in- terrogation, but Mrs. Tanberry did not under- stand. “‘Crailey” It was then that Cralley’s eyelids fluttereq and slowly opened; and his wandering glance, dull at first, siowly grew clear and twinkling t rested on the ashy, stricken face of his best_friend. 3 “Tom.” he sald, feebly, “Iit was'worth the price to wear your clothes just once!" And then, at last, Miss Betty saw and un- derstood. For not the honest gentleman, whom every one except Robert Carewe held in esteem leaning. not her father's ememy, Van- &m her with the -wound in l_h-’t for her sake, but m%&cmnu " ..'.l';dbvmin:“ light-o'-love, . Wit, poet scapegrace, ‘well-beloved Wg scamp. saw that she knlv,v. and, as his bright- ulnflvuwuurdu to her, he smi faintly, ‘“‘Even a bad Ire‘ likes to bave his day,’ he whispered. Study of Tennyson’s “In Memoriam:” Poetry is truth clothed and colored by the Imagination. Great poems are not cre- ated but expressed through the imagina- tive faculty. Life is the creator of lasting literature, and as life is its inspiration, =0 is it its test and vindication. Life and literature are inseparable. They are one. Life is the judgment of letters, just as letters are the mirrors of life. In this spirit of absolute criticism, Mr. ‘Willlam Rader, well known in San Fran- cieco as the pastor of the Third Congre- gational Church, approaches Tennyson's world-poem of “In Memoriam,” tracing the varying moods that prompted its ex- pression, and looking at the inner soul of the poet during its utterance. He speaks of its simflarity to ‘“‘Prometheus Bound,’* and likens its story to those of Job and Faust. As an elegy he compares it with Shakespeare's sonnets, Milton's “Lyeld- Gray's “Elegy” and Shelley’s s.”” But throughout the study the effort {s maintained—and maintained suc- cessfullv—to find tha aniritual sisnifinanca The illustrations on this page are from Booth Tarl;ing— ton’s latest novel, “The Two Vanrevels.” They were drawn by Henry Hutt. Copyright, 1902, by McClure, Phillips & Co, —t of the poem and its finest message to the world.. The study has been really worth while in that it gives a definite igea of the motif, and leaves one V\fith a strong desire to read and reread “In Memoriam” till the spirit of faith through doubt and calmness through suffering should bs personally feit. The Iittlo book will prove an excellent guide, valu- able also on its own account to.r terse, suggestive thought. Mr. Rader's high standing in_California as a lecturer and student as well as a minister of the gos~ pel cannot fail to bring a hearty welcome for his book ffom all who.read it. Its unusual typographical dress and tasteful cover render it a most desirable gift book. Published by ‘Thomas ‘Y. Crowell, New York. Price, 50 cents net. Rob and His Gun. Chavles Scribner's Sons, New York, have just published a book for boys that should prove both interesting and instruc- tive for the rising generation of youths. The name of this new publication is “Rob and His Gun,” by Willlam Alexander Linn. Mr. Linn takes for his subject the adventures of a city boy in the country with a new gun, and while he holds the attention of the youthful reader with a narrative of no small interest, he also im- parts a_ deal of woodcraft imbued with the spirit. of true sportsmanship aside from the excitement of mere shooting. Rob’s cousin, an actomplished sportsman, takes him around the farm for quail and woodcock, to the Adirondacks for deer, to Barnegat Bay for ducks, to Dakota for geese, etc. There is much information also about the habits of game birds and animals, The price of the book is §1. The Philippines. No report concerning the Philippines and our dealings with the islands has been more authoritative or more satis- factory to the public than that which was furpnished some time ago by Governor Taft to the Outlooks Even to this day there has appeared. nothing to take the place of it as a storehouse of informa- tion on the subject. It is therefore grat- ifying that the Outlook Company has re- published the articles in a neat volume, prefaced with a brief appreciation of the Governor himself by President Roosevelt. Governor, Taft's account of the iglands is necesnrfly brief owing to the lifhitations under which his article was written, and yet it covers all important points of the general subject. President Roosevelt's estimate of the Governor may be judged by his statement that Governor Taft “combines the qualities which would make a first-class President of the United States with those which would make a first-class Chlef Justice.” The net price of the book is $1. A Fearsome Riddle. “A Fearsome Riddle,” is the unique ti- tle of a very clever' story written by Max FEhrmann and published by the Bowen-Merrill Company. It is a scien- tific study of the value of time, and is made extremely interesting by a narra- tive of the events in the life of a college professor. The story is full of mystery and deductions. The reader is kept in suspense until the last chapter, when the professor’s man Friday clears up all doubt by télling of the events that led up to the death of his master. The story 1s told by a third person into whose hands fell the manuscript, supposedly written y the servant and companion of the pro- ssor. The novel is well worth reading. There are theorles in it that are well grounded and the reader not only en- Joys a perusal of the narrative, but re- ceives valuable Informatiom to the vi ue of time. 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There is nothing morbid nor depressing in the little book, which is of desirable size and calculated to go easily into cne's pocket as an agreeable companion for a jaunt or journey. The illusirations are by our best-known artists and admirably decorate the text throughout which they are lavishly scattered. The book is a fit twin to “Taken from ‘Life,}’ a similar collection of fleeting verse which has had a very large sale. Published by Life Pub- lishing Company, New York. Leather $1 50; boards 75 cents. . Literary Notes. Miss Clara Morris has just finished a story, “Little Man Friday,” which will appear in St. Nicholas during the coming [vear. Mr., Borchgrevinck, the Antarctic explorer, has written an article on snow- snoeing in Norway for the same maga- zine. A posthumous article on alligator Jiunting in Florida, by Frank R. Stock- ton, will soon appear in' St. Nicholas. Alfred J. Waterhouse, "known in the ‘West as one of our sweetest singers, has now made New York his home. The New Amsterdam Book Company an- nounces for the holidays a book of his children’s poems under the title of “Lay: for Little Chaps.” Mr. Waterhouse has been a lawyer, but has given up active practice and devotes himself entirely to literature. He is now doing considera- ble feature work for the New York Times. The Theater for October is a particular- ly good number. Among the literary fea- tures is an interesting article on the life of Eleanora Duse, beautifully illustrated with new and striking portraits of this distinguished actress. Pletro Mascagul, that other Italian celebrity now visiting America for the first time, is the subject of an article entitled “The Unknown Mas- cagnl,” illustrated with portraits, show- ing the composer at early periods of h's career. The recent visit of & company of players to Newport as guests of the Van- derbilts is fully described and illustrated with photographs taken specially. 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