The San Francisco Call. Newspaper, April 3, 1904, Page 6

THE SAN FRANCISCO SUNDAY CALL. SANTOS-DUMONT Deseribss His. Trips Aloft US GREEN and his fly- stands forth the nimbus 1t fancies when My Airships,” by It is déscent to S meande Elysees in tos-Dumont ings his goes to f which will be century st account of the probie struggle s marked 4. little ed the d the him- only in \as advan s beyc cess by « te after not only the aters under the eartn the earth a the f b Brazil. P here came also Jules Verne's weird with such a trip professional the ciouds by tol] exacted— the passenger's price for the son It was not tic young int th grower the pla the “Santos- rative de :nd trials the author devote ~omplex cond erature and de e which have ately” by uing the n onstructio: in be to the would-be air- «hip ¢aptain before he may dare a trial. “Befére sitempting to direct an air- studied mif: €hip,” saye Santos-Dumont, “it is necéssary to have leained In an ordi- baliden the conditions of the at- mosphenic. metiium, te have become ac- quainted with the caprices of the wind end to have gome: thoroughly into the difficulties -of the ballast problem from the triple point of view of starting, of equilfbyiumy in tke éir and of landing at the end of the trip.” All of these delicate problems Santos- Dumont studied from his balloon and then came the more complicated ques- tions involving the @irecting of a dirig- ible balloen. Weight; in balloon envel- ope, In cordage -and in motor, the equalization of ballast, the correction of the instabflity of the gas volume; the ¢hoice of a motive power which would insuré the ‘heximum energy with the minTmpm weight-—these were the pu2- zlés which Bantos-Dumont had to soive before 0. I took its initial flight. After the detalls of his first successful ascension, Santos-Dumont narrates in & sprightly - fashion his succeeding cycle of hair-breadth éscapes and flat- tering successes. At one time he is falling ‘in lakes, ‘&t another he drops into thie Nght-shaft of a hotel; now he Boars at will about the Eiffel. tower, Wwinning the Deutsch prize, now he has & Countess politely send his lunch up & tree to him, sitting in his stranded airship. Thé very facts of his narra- tive @ire facineting; the simple, almost naive manner of their telling makes the book- d@oubly Interesting. Imagine skimming over the ‘blie Mediterranean like-s gull, or dropping off in front of .your- qwn door to get & package of cigavettes you had forgotten in your morning flight over the roofs of Paris! This book must stir the imagipation of a’'coal heaver. 4 “de Santos-Dumont afrald wher he is aloft?"—that is the natural question of the uninitiated. He answers it: “While in the air I have no time for fear. I have. always képt a-cool hepd. Alone in the airship I am always busy, for there,_is more than enongh work for one mgn. Liké the eaptain of the yacht, must not let.go the rudder for an in- stant.” (The Céntury Company, New York; fllustrated by photographs; price, ~$1 40) “SIR MORTIMER,” Mary Johnston's New Novel IR MORTIMER,” Mary John- '3 ston’s new novel, should leave %A no doubt as to the place in < American fiction which its “author has attained. Of all the great host of novel- writers, so styled. the orie who can produce a story €0 powerful, so-artistically written as ?u Moértinrer” shouid be accorded ank with the honored few whose books are acknowledged as true fiction. Miss Johnston’s name is made by “Sir Mor- timer” by.just as much as it gled of the makihg in her previous efforts. The writer of these columns must ad- mit with all frankness that he under- took the reading of “Sir Mortimer’ not with a very pleasing gracg. He remembered too vividly those crass im- possibilities in “To Have and to Hold” and “Prisoners of Hope.” The vision bf another hero being left broken-legged in a wilderness with savages closing in with each <closing paragraph of the story arose before the wearied fancy of the reviewer, freighted with not a little prejudice. The opening chapters of the book did not give promise of any happy sion to come, but when the tale after about three chap- disill ge into swing ters there is no laying down of the book. The reviewer's pride will not suffer him to state that it was his lack of taste which prevented the-due ap- preciation of “To Have and to Hold" and “Prisoners of Hope”; on the con- trary he f most logically, his very strong ciation of “Sir Mor- t mu y due to a higher art on Miss Johnston's part, expressed in this her latest be Miss Johnston is never chary of choosing a large loom for her plot weaving. The building of a colony, the waging of a momentous war seem to impart a very largeness and dignity of jeur tp the stories for whose back- d they serve. Consequently it is natural that the author should » placed her present tale midst the stirring times of Drake and Hawkins and the fights on the Spanish Main. Even the dry bones of history clothe themselves with a glow- ing garment of romance when thes have to recount the tales of the struggle for a new world and the singe- ing of King Philip's beard by the gen- tlemen buccaneers of old England. “They were busy men in the van- guard of a quickened age,” writes Miss Johnston in apt characterization of the epirit which led her characters to cross the seas to the new wdrld of wonders, “and theirs were its ardors, its argus- eved fancy and potent imagination. Show them an acorn, and straightway they saw a forest of oaks; an inch of rainbow, and the mind grasped the whole vast arch, zenith reaching, seven colored, iInclosing far horizons.” Miss Johnston’s tale opens with the farewells to sweethearts and the drink- ing of stirrup cups to the success of the fleet under Admiral Sir John Nevil, which was to sail for the Spanish Indies in quest of Spanish treasure and glory for the banners of Queen Beth. Of this fleet is Sir Mortimer Ferne, a courtier now turned ship captain and gentleman pirate. After taking a rich plate ship in Carib waters the doughty little English fieet makes sail for Nueva Cordoba, a fortified Spanish seaport town, reported 1o be tremendously stocked with treas- ure by a renegade English spy who had been captured in the sea fight. With the adwenturers in possession of the town and laying siege to the fortress,. the strong epirit of the tale carries gwiftly from one adventure to the other. Sir Mortimer is captured by the Span- ish Governor and incarcerated in the fortress. A determined attack by the English is pictured by the author with a strength vibrant with tension. They are hopelessly repulsed, routed and forced to fly to their ships. leaving half their number dead or destined to the “auto-da-fe” at the hands of their cruel Spanish captors. Before the remnant can leave the fatal spot comes to them Sir Mortimer, maimed and half-crazed by the torture to which bhe had been subjected during his durance in the fortress. Wild with bodily anguish and deep shame, Sir Mortimer tells his companions that it was he who, under torture, had told the Spaniards of the plan of attack which the English were to pursue, and that It was he only, therefore, who was responsible for the crushing repulse of his comrades. It is in the weaving of the plot from this on that the author shows her remarkable handling of the tragic. Battles and sleges yield place to the terrible scourgings of the whips of Nemesis upon this chival- rous gentleman who believes that his honor is gone and who /is called traitor by his fellows. Publicly scorned is he by the Queen, shunned as pariah by his erstwhile friends and utterly unworthy, even In his own eyes to receive the love of his lady, strong even in his disgrace, Bir Mortimer flies England to retrieve honor in single adventure against his ener~ the Go- or of Nueva Cor- doba. How he explates his sin by self-imposed sacrifices in the wilder- ness of the New World, how he misses his vengeance, and how he is finall cleared of spot or blemish are mmx! not to be spoiled for the reader by & presumptuous reviewer. One reading “Sir Mortimer” cannot but recall his boyhood's—or girl- hood’s—breathless hours over Kings- ley's “Westward Ho.” In several re- spects the similarity between the two stories is striking, though this is said with no hint of plagiarism on the part of Miss Johnston intended. Amyas Leigh, Kingsley's hero, falls into the hands of the Spaniards while on a buccaneering expedition; like Sir Mortimer, he is forced to wander through the wilderness with his men; again like Sir Muyrtimer, he loses some to the terrible auto-da-fe of the Holy Office and seeks the bloodthirsty Don who is responsible for their death. Kingsley’s is a good book; Miss Johnston's is a better one. (Harper & Brothers, New York; il- lustrated by F. C. Yohn; price $1 50. AFTER-DINNER Humor of Dr H. H. Behr HE rippling spontaneous humor of the post-prandial feast of reason is usually as evanescent as the haze of cigar smoke which crowns it. That cof the lamented wit of the Bohemian Club, Dr. H. H. Behr, is of a different order, for it needs not the comfortable glow of a good dinner with good fellows to give zest to its enjoy- ment. It is humor which stands upon its own worth. Attest: The keen en- Joyment given by his little posthumous volume, “Hoot of the Owl." Everybody in the charmed circle of the Bohemian Club hears reminiscences of the dinners at which the genial wit of the old docter was wont to glow. The atmosphere @f the past dinners and past good fellowship is kept alive by the fragments of this old raconteur’s happy conceits, for throughout all of his published responses to the calls of the Worshipful Sire, Dr. Behr has taken sly shots at men and matters in his club which must have a ready appeal to the risibilities of all club members. The nature of his quips and cranks is not so personal that the uninitiated cannot enjoy them, however. The humor is rarely broad, always keen and of the sort which strikes through ab- eurdity and exaggeration. Dr. Behr was a student of almost all things know- able. His fund of knowledge was what he drew upon in every possible in- stance, bringing surprising oddities out of sclentific deductions, twisting philo- sophical precepts or philological formu- las to sult the ends of startling mirth. From the structural peculiarities of the mosquito as well as from the sayings of Socrates the genial wit could find something to twist into a laugh. Very like that of Squibob of the old days, to whom Dr. Behr pays tribute in an instance, is the quaint humor which livened his speeches. “The Skeleton in Armor” or the speech upon “Prehis- toric Relics” might have come from the lips of “John Phoenix” himself. For example, Dr. Behr, discoursing on botanical classifications, makes this statement: “This ingenious sclentist (Pliny) ai- vided the whole vegetable kingdom into the following classes: Trees, shrubs, vegetables, chicken salad, mushroom! coffee, wines extra. All plants not be- longing to one or the other of these great classes he lumped together and called ‘weeds,’ and did not take any further notice of them.” Read “Hoot of the OwlL"” It will brighten a rainy day or make a blue Monday livable. (A. M. Robertson, San Francisco; price $1 50.) WITH DUE POMP of Pageantry Love Conquers OLITICS, tenement problems, the hollowness of society and the crush of business—these seem to be the order of the day in the mod- ern novel world. After reading about elections of -governors and aldermen, the marriages of American heiresses to BEnglish lords and nincompoops, “corners” in grain, coffee and tomato catsup, can the Inveterate novel reader throw himself back into the days of tourney and the king’s touch without a violent jar? Josephine Caroline Bawyer thinks that he can. She gives him ample opportunity for a trial at it In “All's Fair i Love,” her latest LATEST COVTRIBUTI oM € novel. Read the book and you will agree with her. This is no half way turning back of the hands of time, no colonial story or romance of Elizabethan days, but a full swing back into the darkest of the dark ages, when men plated them- selves about #vith slabs of iron and fair ladies had¢nog the privilege of por- celain bath jtubs. XKing's audiente chambers, mdated castles and barons’ halls are the Kirops and wings for this romance. Lords of Northumberland and of Douglas trail their ten-foot swords through the pages with stately, metallic tread. Pomp of joust and glory of pageant fill the books with glittering banners, Smiles of lady loves —and their smile was as fetching be- neath a coif as it is under a present day pompadour—spur heroic knights,to tilt at anything under the broad heav- ens. It is romance—romance ’way through and very delightful romance, too. The author, perchance, shares with her readers a certain weariness of all these novels of dreary modern life— these books of the ballot box, the ticker and the ducal coronetiet. She there- fore has endeavored to bring into being something redolent of all the dash and the glory of the troubadour days. She has succeeded. Her spirited tale is re- freshing. Love is its theme and it must be confessed that love in moonlit bowers 'neath castle walls looks better than love in a front flat parlor under electric bulbs. (Dodd, Mead & Co., New York; illus- trated; price $1 50.) A PREACHER’S Story of Successful Work HE world delights to honor a man who has done things. The story of a life devoted to meeting and conquering great difficulties, build- ing bit by bit an enduring structure of achlevement out of thé very stumb- ling blocks of opposition—such a story appeals to the spirit of work in every man and prompts him to deeds of em- ulation. “A Preacher’s Story of His Work,” from the mouth of the Rev. ‘W. 8. Rainsford, rector of St. George's Church, New York, is one of these ac- counts of doing which must win re- spect and admiration for the man who has builded such a solid record as that of his rectorship in the great parish of the metropolis. Too few there are who realize that there are flerce battles to be fought and hard victories won in the profes- sion which is Dr, Rainsford’s. The hard-headed man of business or the successful lawyer can see nothing ma- terfal in the striving of the devoted men who give their lives to the care of souls. Wherein lles the galn, say they, in bullding up a church, tremb- ling on the brink of insolvency, to the position of one of the leading houses of worship in a great city? What is there in it? Should such & man read this story of the life work of a min- ister of the gospel he would see that success in that endeavor is very near kin to success in 'trade or before the bar, and this' he might strive not to see: that the rewards are beyond those measurable by the dollar sign. Dr. Rainsford’s reward is the love and confidence of over a thousand people, the knowledge that his efforts have been productive of a lasting good to a whole community and that his mem- ory will be perpetuated by a memortal more enduring than a fortune in the bank or a decision from the Supreme bench. & ‘When Dr. Rainsford accepted the parish of Bt. George's in 1883 he found a church almost without worshipers, hopelessly in debt and even with its bullding on the market for sale. With . .t LTS TR CEmrzEY 5 ffy = ATCEH TR o D. 5. A7 ST czozn STLY - 73 7907 v JTar ALY TTRATLO his previous experience of mission work in the east end of London and else- where, the new rector began to mold a small unit of sterling material out of the bewildering wreckage of the de- cayed parish. He utilized methods which his brethren of the cloth de- nounced as revolutionary, but which were productive of remarkable success. Beélieving that sooial life is indispensa- ble to the growth of a strongly cohe- rent church body, he organized clubs, dramatic societies and dancing enter- tainments for the poor of his flock, in- stituted classes for the instruction of children in useful arts, and made of his own home a gathering place for all who would care to meet him on the common ground of friendship. He made his church a democratic community by throwing open the pews to all comers. Despite the stinging criticisms of his brother clergy and the near approach to a trial for heresy, Dr. Rainsford built up this decrepit parish in the heart of the poor district of New York to the position of one of the strongest of the city’s churches, where rich and poor alike kneel in worship. (The Outlook Company, New York; price, §1 25.) ADVENTURHES of Ra'e Elizabeth in Rugen “If you go to a place on anything but your own feet you are taken there too fast and miss a thousand delicate Joys that were waliting for you by the wayside.” Thus speaks the inimitable Elizabeth as a foreword to her very diverting ““Adventures in Rugen.” But even though Elizabeth is forced by “the grim monster Conventionality” to explore the Baltic Island through the agency of other than her own feet she sees as much of the odd and the beautiful as she would have had she platted out Rugen In ten-foot squares and examined each with a reading glass. Elizabeth has & way of seeing things too fine for the coarser eye, whether they be in her own garden at home or in the mossbanks at Thies- s0W. What is best of all, rarest of all, is that Elizabeth has a sharp eye for odd characteristics in the genus homo. It is an eye with a least little bit of a cast of raillery in if, but of a whole- some kindness, withal, and a genlal, good humor. This is why Elizabeth, with her gentle spying upon nature and the humankind, makes “The Ad- ventures of Elizabeth in Rugen” as strong a candidate for the handy place on the library shelves as “Eliza- beth and Her German Garden.” Wasn't it Willlam Cowper who found sufficient fund of thought in a sofa to pen an ode in praise of that homely article of furniture? That was genius, though some may mourn that it was genius misdirected. Not a whit inferior is the genius of Elizabeth, who can find in an eleven days' ride about a prosalc island in the Baltic Sea material for a delightful 299 pages. With a ready mindfulness of every starling In the meadow and every spot on the hotel tablecloth, Elizabeth jogs her gentle way about in/ a victoria, seeing things, hearing things, then writing them down in her quaint Elizabethan manner—Eliza- bethan, but not of the Virgin Queen. This done, and lo! there is a book where no one else could have made a Baedeker. Genlus, say you? Genius and the most delicate art. Elizabeth is a writer of nature books; her last is a nature book with the ap- pellation expanded to embrace human nature. Her pictures of outdoor life differ from those of other nature writers just as h:. & steel etching impressionistic school. Her descriptions are built up "bit by bit, beginning with the small T P& DZAETCTT oF Y ALESELRT COPVRBIGH T > co things first. Each element stands out alone, sharply defined. Like Cowper again in his “Winter Morning's Walk,” for example, it is not the gleaming sweep of the horizon, or the spotted dome of heaven, which holds, Eliza- beth’s attention so closely as the glow- ing red cherries of the nightshade and the “white flame of lilies.” With all this delicacv of outline there still breathes from Elizabeth’s pictures a certain charm of the largeness and purity of things out of doors, which is the siren call for the hapless city dweller and treadmill slave of the smoky, sodden life in the mills of men. Elizabeth’s sly humor at the expense of her fellows is as infectious as the wine in her word painting. Perhaps the reader is disappointed when the painfully forceful Charlotte elbows her way into Elizabeth’s story, but he is quickly rejoicing again when he be- holds the pudgy mother of the “Six Bernhards” being made the yielding target for Elizabeth’s quick tlerce and riposte. If ever there was a character in bookland that needed sympathy it is that self-same pudgy Charlotte, the woman of ideas. (The Macmillan York; price, $1 50.) PHILLPOTT'S Latest Book Good Reading l F there is any fault to be found with Company, New Eden Phillpotts’ “The “American Prisoner” it is that there is too much of it. The story is a trifle too long drawn out to be wholly good; thereis a considerable amount of dead wood in it which might be pruned out to advan- tage, leaving a plot unclogged by any discursiveness. It seems at first read- ing that the author had attempted an- other “Guy Mannering” and then thought better of the project, but not until he had neared the last page of his manuseript. Another peculiar feature of Mr. Phillpotts’ latest story is that the American prisoner who is honored by being the subject of the book’s title is not the leading character, and, In fact, does not begin to get involved in the ain plot of the story until after a full 200 pages have passed over his head. But now, with our mind relleved at the very outset, we can proceed with words of well deserved commendation for “The American Prisoner.” Forsak- ing Africa and Its “childsen of the mist,” the author has turned him back to the country he knows so well—the English west country of bleak moor and wind-swept headland. The ruggedness, the crude strength of the setting, in- fuses like characteristics into the tale, lending to its dramatic climaxes some- thing of the eerie and savage which cannot but grip the reader mightily. In Lorey Lee, fantastic a character as she is, and In Maurice Malherb, with his devilish fits of temper, the weird spirit of the downs seems to be incarnate. The incidents of the escape of the pris- oners from Dartmoor prison of the spoliation of Lovey Lee’s precious amphora on the marsh at Postbridge are typical of this stirring note in Phillpotts’ novel. The plot, sensational in its elements, is elevated above the plane of mere sensationalism by the admirable skill of the author’s hand- m;:uurlco Malherb, the center figure of the plot, is a well outlined char- acter—perhaps- the best portrayed of them all. His tyranny, which knows no bounds in times of stress, his im- petuous tenderness, quick to come as the baser quality, and his remarkable sensitiveness for truth even iIn the most trying ,uluatlom, make a char- acter at once enigmatic and compelling of close study. Whether or not a man outside of a book would confess to the supposed commission of & murder with- out stress is not a question to interpose itself between the reader’'s credulity and his enjoyment of the story. The daughter Grace is in her way quite as forceful a young woman as her father is a man. When it comes to being torn between the conflicting loves for two very estimable young men she has some difficulty in cutting the Gordian knot— but then it is supposed that most right minded young women would experience a like difficulty if similarly situated. As for the “American Prisoner” him- self, Mr. Phillpotts has done him every justice, even though he was captive of war in an English keep. Altogether, and despite the first para- graph of this review, which is as nec- essary as this last, “The American Prisoner” is a very entertaining story, not of the commonplace in any réspect and one calculated to rate with the best that have been recently written by the younger school of English novel- ists. (The Macmillan Company, New York; {llustrated; price 31 50.) ’ OBLRT- T v/ &/ GOOD STORIES3 Published Pocket Siz3 HE Macmillan Company has brought out two good stories in handy size: “The Duke of Cam- eron Avenue,” by Henry K. Web- ster, and lsracl Zangwill's “Merely Mary Ann,” with illustrations taken from the play of that title, in which Eleanor Robson is now starring in the East. “The Duke of Cameron Avenue” is another of the many stories of the battle of ballots which have been in vogue recently — bright, smappy and well written. This time the political struggle is confined to a city ward in- stead of having the broader range of “The Boss” or “THe Chasm.” Mr. Douglas Ramsay, warden. of a college settlement institution, launches into a campaign against Boss Gollans, politi- cal proprietor of the ward and ‘“Duke of Cameron Avenue,” in the interests of better sanitation for the tenement sweat shops. Adopting straight party methods, he allies with himself & physieian with a political bee in his bonnet, and together they make things “demnably” unpleasant for the Duke. But the dunderhead of a German whom they put up for the straw man asserts himself only to make a fatal blunder . and the election is lost. How it serves Ramsay's ends, nevertheless, is not for the reviewer to say, for that would be telling the whole story. As to Zangwill's story, one who reads it can only yearn in patience for the day when Miss Robson’s company will arrive on the Coast and allow us to see the play. It is a pretty lttle story with much more depth to it than ap- pears at first reading. The play must bring this out. (“Duke of Cameron Avenu price 50 cents; “Merely Mary Ann,” price 50 cents.) “Confessjon” is not a good title for any book of dignity—it savors too much of the yellow-backed novel with erotic cover, which is the loathsome spider of the cheap bookstalls, designed to catch the silly fly. This “Confessions of Marguerite” is not, however, of the spider class, nor yet is it first-class fic- tion. The story narrates the efforts of an attractive young woman, fresh from the wilds of Wisconsin, to force an honorable living out of stony- hearted Chicago. She tries sten- ography, the stage and, journallsm— so-called—and finds that the gentle- man with the cloven tail is the only one who is ready to offer her the joys of life. It would seem that Marguerite found all men as devouring wolves, seeking whom they might rend, so she hied herself back to good old Wi consin, never to try the city again. The story touches upon an undoubted ag- gravated evil, but one which cannot be cured by the writing of anonymous novels. (Rand, McNally & Co., price $1.) EOOKS RECEIVED SIR MORTIMER—Mary Johnston; Harper & Brothers, New York. . Illus- trated by F, C. Yohn. Price $1 50. THE PRICE OF YOUTH-—Margery Willlams; the Macmillan Companay, New York. A LITTLE TRAITOR TO THE SOUTE—Cyrus Townsend Brady; the Macmillan Company, New York Dlus- trated. Price $1 50. THE CORNER IN COFFEE-—-Cyrus Townsend Brady; G. W. Dillingham Company, New TYork Illustrated. Price §1 50. THE YELLOW HOLLY — Fergus Hume; G. W. Dillingham OCempany, New York. LEFT IN CHARGE—Clara Marvisy 3G. W. Dillingham Company, MNew York. Price §1 50. HE THAT EATETH BREAD WITH ME—H Mitchell Keays; Phillips oco.. New York. S — Chicago; stories, by Edward W. 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