The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, February 8, 1903, Page 12

THE SUNDAY CALL CONDUCTED BY \ B. G. LATHROP , Writ- n, upon ng aris- ish e FORT NMAC PHERSON, MoW THE /HOST MOETH - § ERLY POST OF THE LODICNS By Cor ZLEYOND TREE LINE, BENCE THE HOUSES L BWLT OF 2MPoR7 Rl e 2 in evidence as it is in “The Task- masters.” =0 One of the most dramatic chapters in 7 =, the book is “Two Men in a Room.” It RATEN Bt of the first opportunity presented to Engwn Carney of wreaking vengeance on the man ned his life Carney has been upon_geiting out the library win- Thorndike. The himself in his minutes' quiet while triumphant procession its way to his house his_election as Gov- aself suddenly con- who, not realizing who has ru and in_ jal way_ thr v pre sany - h study for a few walting for th that is already to honor him ernor. He fi wri s & ana personal Investiga- tion, but his faults are merely those of g writer essaying his first at- long fiction and ones that Will fronted by ear as the realization of his own that he has bes s to bring confidence to his ¢rnfed ing him from his first book ,r‘f'*'f" qualities that go to make ¢ o pr k. His sense of judgment he sad situations Is excellent and ers bear the stamp of life. askmasters” is u story of New een or twenty years ago and ith ney ’ iwelf 1ightly on the arm Vou where 1 want you, nce in your lfe. “I've come up here to ut any funny busl g ‘vou want—and Ve got to pay for by the elect'on ‘Y‘uv B ht. O, ¥ But that wou't the drama is restricted to anv Aifferer e got some few ironments of a large manufactur- things that'll make vou slck-—vet. Some the dastintes of ‘the poor Djuks a C nor of the State won't care to B-ERN ST 0 ¥ LR not if he can help it. Not d by a few millionaire manu- What are you golng to pay hing," 3 #ald the manufacturer. quietly. a double interest created in Look here, mv friend,” sald Carney. lean- I struggle of labor against cap- N, forward:’ ““This is o time for biuffe.’ the specific fight of John May- DT aoun L Aouts (N Sy WS ‘Wililam Thorndtke, one of sposin® 1 aidn't,” sild Carney, sus- < John Maybsw is the u won't,” sald the other. Thorndlke's ald partner. Through rown eyes met the blue and held ning of Thorndike Mayhew Sr. is been number of thinzs happened all his fortune before his death, vou don't scem to know w Jr. comes back to his home man. He early realizes the R M i perpetrated by the manufac- Caryin, It seems that he has against their {gnorant empi these things you are trying 1 to fight for their cause. It i O o ns wy Lol ias e and while the young ¥ hem agamn. We for the side of right, 1(1): ;‘ - o e ot heidra b it with feer and an- e not particularly ucces ViRht " aald the part of the story Mr. Turner forward. = “'Did_you with skill. It is not overdone. & up a tin box thors out of ten would have sac sald Carnéy, threaten- pla T on 1 have sibility to make their hero a every turn of the wheel and y lost the artistic effect by the author of ““The manu‘acturer, togsing aine 3 man laid the box back on the desk, ery well-regulated novel must have a muttering a black outh against his treacherous love story running through its pages or CClitdecrate % y ol S PRESS. Bx. That went on, deflantly it is all, according to the " but 1 ain't. 1 know In this case Mayhew & [ow sa'd him in eves. ‘"Not It T wanted you I'd hi love with Ruth Thorndike, the manu- Thorndike, Sstaring turer's daughter, and as the hero is the father it can readily be Im- 3 that numerous dramatic situations from the possibilities that wouid rally offer in a case of this kind. The political element of the town p important part in the story and is w nted. There is also a sub-plot at arc any use to me, ¢ ¢ bought you long ago. e was sharp, the other fellow. But you're no tever—you're a g ward drunk- without & spoonful of brains in your made a botch of this cvery time T knew from the first tUme I hing 1 didn't want you.” d game '’ va d man, wih his jaws wor ‘But it want to talk 3 to you much dike for the persecution that has fol- ad lowed him ever since he struck his bo ORDAI0y. WAL oadEY the Thorndike factory. Carney finds put vou in State's prison.” he terial that he hopes to work against tk case’ of your Bieins T ia manufacturer in his campaign for Gov : v clear. “T might have used or and tries to accompiish by black- {18t Or I might have used the blackmaii— : necestary mail what he cannot do in an open fight galnst the forces of a man as powerful is Thorndike. The disastrous ending of his schemes forms one of the climaxes of the story. Without straining proh- ability Mr. Turner brings his book to the “Blackmail 7" lackmali."* t, know why not. Ty o's Willing to tumn State's What have you got?" ngerously stien ou've got n nol D P N'¢ conventional happy ending—which Is al- witness: nat a g AR Tl LR ways the thost plisfabiory . Wway, ewair: WOGLL Tou amating b e A i a jail record—coming out wih & cock and bull where the tragic element s 50 Strongly giory twenty-five years olg? HE illustrations on this page form a very interest- ing part of an excellent work just published by D. | Appleton & Co., the New York | publishers, “The Story of the | 'Trapper,” by-A. C. Laut. This ! book is one of the “Story of | the West Series,” edited by | Ripley Hitchcock. Miss Laut has followed the pathways of the Hudson Bay Company and has become familiar by study and by experience with the life of the North. Her name is already well known in the literary world as the author ! of “Heralds of Empire,” a book that met with great suc- ' cess upon its publication last year. In the present volume | she traces the career of the trapper who started at St. Louis or Fort Independence and crossed the plains to the mountains, the trapper of the South, the French trapper who desccnded from the North, and the other American, Scotch, English, French and half-breed types who ventured in the most distant parts of the wilderness in search of the pelt which laid the founda- tion of so many fortunes, in- cluding that of the Astor fam- ily in New York. Her book | affords a graphic view of the little-known phase of our early history, and the adven- turous flavor of this outdoor tale gives it all the zest of a romance. The price of the book, published in cloth, is $1.25 net. t k2 He d again. & Could "show up that scheme in good shape. That would mean quite a number of years, But that lsn’t necessary now. that you heret sald Thomndike, You haven't caught me yet,'”’ said the man, Thorndike looked Up: & new. tone w volce: & flerce hate birned in those eyes. A suspicion of the real situatio; WFoss him: arer, perceptibly nearer, came the piping of the dFuMi CoFps—iTTegUIAT Waves of Round, Fising and failing on the stillness of the night, stopping at a corner for the column to reform; tomg on ugain—ihe same oid exultant re- % \ear the road for old Dan Tucker, “l+ar the road for old Dan Tucker.' “That's all you've got to say. 18 1.7 the man_in a quiet voice, pdded I've got something to tell you." Thorndike looked up at thd clock: it was seven minutes of eight; by the hour they Should be there. “You want to hurgy” e said; “tiey’ll be « min Lo tyou fr I've caught aske: about me,"” sneered Carney. at 1 was goln’ to tell you.' he went was about myself, und I want you to attention to it. 1 began hers as a boy ar mill; 1 wasn't the best boy that lived, and 1 wasn't the worst. 1 got a job early '@s helper in the machine shop—34 :“then I learned the machinisi's trade. : 3 d play ball sume, so that T got a jub now and then {n the summer at that; winters 1 kept workin® fn the machine shop. “ihen 1 got this,” extending his mutilated and 1 had to quit the baliplayl nd 1 was a gocd work- of them— was I got promised v girl hand get Into the shop regular. man—you can wek any old_wooden Indian, Allen. 1 $3 60 a cay and 1 earned it to a_ girl—there ain't no better or whi in the country to-day. I'd like to meet tis man who said there was.' H “And then one day you ca -and you' caught me doin ometh ardn't know the least damn thing about—and you fired me—on the say-s0 of a llar, . without glving me the chance to say a word lor myself. Now, If you'd let me alone it would huve been bad enough—these da whe they're all out of u job—the best of them. But that wasn't encugh for you. You'd g0t to chase me; you'd g to blacklist all over the section. What chance did I have to get work around here? You know daman well I didn't have any, “I didn’t ask you for any favors; I only asked you for a show. And you'd a ®ive it to me? You chased me up and down tae country like a mad-dog—for a bad character. You knew & lot about it, you did! But you it tnere mow and think you proved it be- That's a hell of a ause T got to drinkin 5 . d like me— Proof, that ls, againct a man fix thrawn out, busted —by yourself : “How ebiut biackmail?" suggested'the man- ufacturer. “Yaas,”" snarled the man, “it was a wonder 1 teck that up, wasn't it! after all you've done for ‘me! Tuined me. Ly God, and the girl 1 was goln® to be married to. You broke my pecile’s heart; and then you set there and holler gbout blackmail, you He broke off in a great, black mouthful ot orndike scarcely heard him. His was Intent upon something else. Slowiy, waro s of the desk, his hand wes creeping, sliding toward a certain drawer byeide him. The quick eye of the man 4..4..:‘3 under the cover the movemenl at once. He stood up srueped in his right hand the vld, first stan.p of the Mayhew mii—a heavy, awkward, old- farhioned (ning—with a Jugxed busc—a for- midable weapon In hands like bis ~Never mind aboui that,”" he sneered. The nafufacturer stuppe “Put_ypur hand dpwn,'’ he sgld sharply. The munufatcurer cheyed. $ 1 hope you listcned to what T was telll you,” sard the fellow, Axing his desperate eyes on the dark iuce worpss the tab 1 did. What of 1t?” i “Is there anything you want to #ay now? “Nothing whatever.” sald Thorndike. You've got no proposition to make me? “No, nothing,” cricd the manufacturer. He fprang to'his feet. Both men stood facs ing each other. The man sheye- hldr' wfiu“« then 8 :Ives cn one point i hig mAsr's neek A small white epot In the dark flesh, a_little childhocd scar. rere, right here—how he childhood . There, righ o had hungered s his fingers on spot—all these years. And NOW! i “Well, there's sumethii. i've #ot to =ar, he cried, hoarsely. “You were right—I was & damn fool- (- think you would glve me any’ thing; that I could beat you ut that kin O There 1 thing T can do.* “'But there fs somethin - 2 He broke out with another great blasphemy; his deep eyes dilated like a wild beast’s. o o [ get something yet! 1 can pay ¥ what T owe you—now!" ; His hand ciosed on the old Mayhew stamp, Thorndike ~understood. His long.-fingered hand shot out for the drawer in tb The wood was swollen—a little catch some- where. A soratohing of fingers on the wood— & fumbling—a clutching at the knob— CRASH The old stamp, hurled with all the power and Accuracy of the traired athlete shot through the fow feet of intervening space and buried one jagged corner in the skull of the manufacturer. In a moment, before_the tall figure could pitch sideways to the floor, the murderer was upon him: his fingers in his throat—there, buried beside that little sear on the dark neck. over the finger nalls in_ the warm flesh. Down they came, limp muscles and tensc knees, in one confused Jar upon the foor. The minute that they struck. the murderer was up agaln, realizing e&lready what had happened from’ the feeling of the flesh in his hands. He knew at once what the hoarse breathing meant. He had seen them before—workmen In the factory, tramps on the railroad—ihoss fellows with the crushed skulls: that monoto- nous sobbink out of Iife; that last, slow, heavy running down of the machinery of the body, already vacant of u soul. His whole training had preparéd him for such a crisis—the old hard school of the non- chalant fatalism of the streets. Not an ex- pression of fear or regret came into his face. Only the twitching of the muscles of the jaws and the deep revengeful stare of the eyes— fixed on the prostrate form. *‘Clear the way for old Dan Tucker, . He's too late to get his supper. (‘X'A'" the road for old Dan Tuck He's too laie; too late, late, late, The ffes of the drum corps wers almost up the Bill; {t was a matter of seconds before th would be here, He moved quickly to the drawer in the desk. Yes, it was there—the re- vulver, a8 he expected. ' There a box of cartridges beneath it. He took both: the big window slid silently up again: and he was gone —back through the deep garden. out into the vacant lot behind; away Into the black silence of the flelds. Over the crest of the driveway cams thw music, clear and shriil and open now: the smoking yellow torches of the parade—t Home Market Defenders in_their white oll- cloth suits, the Republican Stalwarts ig their gurgeous flannel uniforms, the Father Mathew Soclety with their canes, the Hibernians, all classes and political conditions of men, come together to the honor of the master of the mill—the lord of Ellington, the next Governor of the State. The hour of triumph had come! ‘The French band has wailed solemnly thigugh its grotesque travesty of 'The Htar. siffugled Banner.' The murmur and hush of expectancy has fallen on the incongruous as- sembly,® outside the porch—walting, waliting, waiting, for the appearance of the tall figure at_the window. Inside the sound of hurried rapping beats upon the panels of the locked door; a girl's sur- prised calling comes into the high room. . dad.”” It says, “they’ve come: {hey've Where are you? where are you?'" A Conquering Corps Badge. L. A. Rhoades & Co., Milwaukee, have just published a book of short stories by General Charles King that will prove most acceptable to those who delight In tales of love and war. They are written in General King's usual entertaining style and possess an added Interest, inasmuch as they are storles of the Philippines. The present book contains ten stories, vary- ing in length from 2000 to 12,000 words. The beok i very well illustrated by line and lialf-tone reproductions. The titles of the storfes are s follows: “ A Conquering Corps Badge,” “Jack Royal,” “Dove Cote “A Rival Ally,” “The Senator's * “The Luck of the Horseshoe," 4 come. Camera Capture,” “The Fate of Guadalupe,” ‘“The Manila Wire,” “Be- tiayed by a Button.” The book closes th a sketch of the author by Forrest Chrisscy. Price, $1 % By the Golden Gate. “By the Golden QGate,” by the Rev. Dr. Joseph Carey of Saratoga Springs, is a bok of pen sketches of California and San Francisco. The author visited California at the time of the eral’ Convention of the Episcopal Church in 181, and upon his return to his home as asked by the Rev. John N. Mar- vin, president of the ' Diocesan Press, to contribute some articles to the Diocese of Albany."” These sketches suggested the present volume. The book is Interesting as presenting to our notice the view polnt of the stranger when in California. The book includes a certain amount of local hi¢tory and has a large part of its con- tents devoted to Chinatown. The price of the beok is $1 25, 1t is published by the Albany Diccesan Press. Patience. The operas of Giibert und Sullivan have so long enjoyed popularity that it is stranse that it has never before occurred Lo a publisher to publish some of the best of the librettl for which W. 8. Gilbert has made a world-famous name. Doubleday, Page & Co. of New York have recently adopted this idea and the result is an edi- tion of “Patience, or Bunthorne's Bride giving the text of ‘Patlence” In fuli. Aside from the musical interest in “Pa- tlence,” 1t _has long been recognized that the lines heid great merit in themselves and so this book will prove of real liter- ary value, Mr. Gilbert,has written an In- troduction, teliing how the opera orginat- ed and was worked out. The preface Is characteristic of the author in its fac- tiousness and factlity, The price of the beok s $L AL ST A Literary Notes. George Wharton James, explorer, eth- rologist and author of “In and Around the Grand Canyon,” is at work on a book devoted to “The Indians of the Painted Desert Reglon.” The story of the domes- tic life, superstitions and dances of these Indians will make fascinating reading. Willlam Dean Howells evidently has high regard for Brand Whitlock’s politi- cal novel “The Thirteenth District.”” In a recent issue of the North American Re= view Mr. Howells declares that in this novel is ‘“embodied the very spirit of American politics as politiclans know it in all Congressional districts. There are several first-class stories in the February Everybody's. “Hygela at the Solito,” by O. Henry, is a capital ‘Western yarn with some unusual figures in it. “A Japanese Gentleman” is a niighty clever little story of Oriental love- making in Washington, and there are several pleasant short stories of real li contributed by G. W. Ogden, Jullet Wil- por Tompking and Katharine Holland Brown which are well worth reading. Although Anthony Trollope never smoked Te liked being with those who did. It soothed his nerves, he said, and sent him to sleep. On one occasion, when he had just returned to London from South Af- rica, he was talking at the Cosmopolitan Club to the late Lord Carnarvon, Lord Derby, Froude the histordian, Lord Wolseley and one or two other equally famous on the future of the country. In the midst of the discyssion Trollope feil asleep, and after a quarter of an hour's Hegan of Loulsville, Kentucky. whers her father's home has been for many years a center of social life and hospita ity. As Miss Hegan she was for a time Interested in the people of the “ white"” quarters of Louisville. There = found her characters, and while it s been sald that Mra Wiggs is an actus personage, this is denled and it Is under stood that the character was made up from a number of Individualities. Tha sale of “Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch” has been very large; In fact, it has exceeded that of any other book ever issued by the Century . Comps During the three weeks preceding Christ- mas 62,90 coples were sent out by the publishers, and even after the holidays were over the sale was averaging 1000 and 2000 a day. Miss Hegan was married on the 18th of doze he awoke, shaking himself together like the faithful, growling Newfoundland dog he so much resembled. Dissentient even in his unconsciousness, he spluttered forth: I utterly disagree with every one of you. What is it you sald?” The Lothrop Publishing Company of Boston is publishing “Exits and En- trances,” by Charles Warren Stoddard, whose “South Sea Idyls" is one of the December, and is now Mrs. Cale Young little classics of American literature. Mr. Rice. Her new book, “Lovey Mary,” wiil Stoddard in this book gives personal rem- be fssued under the name of Allce Hegan iniscences of interesting literary figures like Kingsley, ‘George Eliot, Stevenson, Bret Harte and Mark Twain; writes prose poems of travels as fascinating as Heine ‘“‘Reisebilder,” or treats his experience: in the form of half-fiction and half-essay, an altogether delightful kind of literature in his hands. The book makes a series of essays and sketches full of charm, and is enriched by a frontisplece picture of Rice. The following s the contents of the Feb- ruary Bookman: “Chronicle and Com- ment’ “Futility” (poem). Roscoe Crosby Gailge; ‘“The Last of the Burlesquers '™ Mary Moss; “Love’'s Waiting Time™ (poem), Curtis Hidden Page: “Robert Ma- caire, the French Pecksniff” (Nlustrated) Mr. Stoddard, reproduced from a Palnting ouiias Jemreie Lewie Metsiier e and here for the first time printed. Henty Raeburn” (lllustrated), R. M Stevenson; five books of the moment (1) The Popular Sclence Monthiy for Feb- Kruger's “Memolrs,” (2) De Wet's “Thres ruary contains the following articles: Years' War,” A. S. John Adcock: (2) “The “The Science of Astronomy,” by Profes- sor Asaph Hall; “The Evolution of Sex in Plants,” by Professor Bradley Moore Da- vis; “The Economic Importance of For- Life of Max Muller,” Alexander Maca ter: (4) “Frank Norris’ ‘The Pit,’ " A Bigelow Paine; (), A. E. W. Mason's “The Four Feathers,” Carl Hovey; “Wil- estr by Overton W. Price; “Mental and liam Harrison Ainsworth™” (with . Moral Heredity in Royalty,” by Dr. F. A. Beverly Stark; “Volce” (poem), Zora Woods; “The Smithsonian Institution”; Gale; “Our Secret” (poem). Martha Gil- “Recent Jewish Immigration to the Unit- bert Dickinson; “A Cheerful Retrospect ed State: by Roger Mitchell; “The Be- Annle Nathan Meyer; “Reflections of a havior of Bifnd Animals,” by Professor Rejected Manuscript,” Walter Pulitzer; Wesley Mills; “Preventive Medicine,” by “Dr. Watson's Wedding Present,” J. Al- General George M. Sternberg; “A Statis- ston Cooper: “Venice in Recent Fiction™ tical Study of Eminent Men,” by Pro- ¢with {llustrations by Walter Hale), fessor J. McKeen Cattell; “The American Louise Closser Hale: M Kip- Assocfation for the Advancement of Sci- ling: Where Does He Stand?’ Wiifred cnce”; “The Recognition of the Import- Whitten: “The Violin” (poem), Elsa Bar- ance of Preventive Medicine”; “A Newly ker; “The Drama of the Month,” Frank Recognized Factor in American Anemias Moore Colby; “The Bookman's Letter- —the Germ of Laziness' ‘Carnegle In- Box"; “G. K. Chesterton,” C. F. G. Mas stituticn of Washington. dere and There,” H. T. P. terman; * Mrs. Alice Hegan Rice, the author of the new hook “Lyvey Mary” and of oo f:::_'R?‘i“':‘:' o “Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch?" GESTURE By Edward Amberst wrote the latter, her first book, under he Ot': Hinds & Noble, New York. 1. maiden name, Alice Caldwell Hegan. She SOLTAIRE—By George Frankiyn Willey. New Hampshire Publishing Corporation; Man- is the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. 8. W. .nester. N IL ACK ING” mn-r:\&l !K:‘G PACK T CONTAIN FTROM BIFTY TG“G ONE \'UrlDE.ED