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Naylor did know a good man when he had him, and likewise--quite as
valuable a bit of knowledge--he knew when a man had had enough. So when
Simpkins sat down that afternoon to tell him his experiences, he only
smiled quizzically as the reporter wound up by asking, "Now, what do
_you_ think?" and answered:
"Well, for one thing, I think it did you a power of good to look behind
that veil, because I reckon that for once in your life you've told me
the truth as near as you know how."
"No, but aside from this pleasant personal conclusion," persisted
Simpkins, modestly shedding the compliment.
"Well, I guess we won't bother with the Blavatsky story just now, but
here's a clipping about a woman who's discovered what she calls soul
aura--says we've got red, white and blue souls and all that sort of
stuff. You're our soul expert now, so go over to the City Hall and ask
the mayor and any politicians you meet what's the color of their souls.
It ought to make a fair Sunday special." And Naylor swung around to his
desk, for the city editor had just told him that the headless trunk of a
woman had been picked up in the river--a find that promised a good
story--and a newspaper man cannot waste time on yesterday.
Simpkins' face fell. That he had not been assigned to find the head was,
he knew, the beginning of his punishment. But as he walked down the
dingy hall to the street his step became more buoyant, and once in the
open air he started off eager and smiling. For a good opening sentence
was already shaping in his head, and as he stepped into the City Hall he
was repeating to himself:
"Yesterday, when the Mayor was asked, 'What is the color of your soul?'
he returned his stereotyped 'Nothing to give out on that subject,' and
then added, 'But it would be violating no confidence to tell you that
Boss Coonahan's is black.'"
To Simpkins it had been given to lift the veil and to know the truth;
yet he was back again serving the false gods.
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WHERE LOVE CONQUERS.
The Reckoning.
By Robert W. Chambers.
The author's intention is to treat, in a series of four or five
romances, that part of the war for independence which particularly
affected the great landed families of northern New York, the Johnsons,
represented by Sir William, Sir John, Guy Johnson, and Colonel Claus;
the notorious Butlers, father and son, the Schuylers, Van Rensselaers,
and others.
The first romance of the series, Cardigan, was followed by the second,
The Maid-at-Arms. The third, in order, is not completed. The fourth is
the present volume.
As Cardigan pretended to portray life on the baronial estate of Sir
William Johnson, the first uneasiness concerning the coming trouble, the
first discordant note struck in the harmonious councils of the Long
House, so, in The Maid-at-Arms, which followed in order, the author
attempted to paint a patroon family disturbed by the approaching rumble
of battle. That romance dealt with the first serious split in the
Iroquois Confederacy; it showed the Long House shattered though not
fallen; the demoralization and final flight of the great landed families
who remained loyal to the British Crown; and it struck the key-note to
the future attitude of the Iroquois toward the patriots of the
frontier--revenge for their losses at the battle of Oriskany--and ended
with the march of the militia and continental troops on Saratoga.
The third romance, as yet incomplete and unpublished, deals with the
war-path and those who followed it led by the landed gentry of Tryon
County; and ends with the first solid blow delivered at the Long House,
and the terrible punishment of the Great Confederacy.
The present romance, the fourth in chronological order, picks up the
thread at that point.
The author is not conscious of having taken any liberties with history
in preparing a framework of facts for a mantle of romance.
Robert W. Chambers.
NEW YORK, _May 26, 1904_.
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY, NEW YORK.
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WORKS OF ROBERT W. CHAMBERS.
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Does anybody remember the opera of The Inca, and that heart-breaking
episode where the Court Undertaker, in a morbid desire to increase his
professional skill, deliberately accomplishes the destruction of his
middle-aged relatives in order to inter them for the sake of practice?
If I recollect, his dismal confession runs something like this:
"It was in bleak November
When I slew them, I remember,
As I caught them unawares
Drinking tea in rocking-chairs."
And so he talked them to death, the subject being "What Really Is Art?"
Afterward he was sorry--
"The squeak of a door,
The creak of a floor,
My horrors and fears enhance;
And I wake with a scream
As I hear in my dream
The shrieks of my maiden aunts!"
Now it is a very dreadful thing to suggest that those highly respectable
pseudo-spinsters, the Sister Arts, supposedly cozily immune in their
polygamous chastity (for every suitor for favor is popularly expected to
be wedded to his particular art)--I repeat, it is very dreadful to
suggest that these impeccable old ladies are in danger of being talked
to death.
But the talkers are talking and Art Nouveau rockers are rocking, and the
trousers of the prophet are patched with stained glass, and it is a day
of dinkiness and of thumbs.
Let us find comfort in the ancient proverb: "Art talked to death shall
rise again." Let us also recollect that "Dinky is as dinky does;" that
"All is not Shaw that Bernards;" that "Better Yeates than Clever;" that
words are so inexpensive that there is no moral crime in robbing Henry
to pay James.
Firmly believing all this, abjuring all atom-pickers, slab furniture,
and woodchuck literature--save only the immortal verse:
"And there the wooden-chuck doth tread;
While from the oak trees' tops
The red, red squirrel on the head
The frequent acorn drops."
Abjuring, as I say, dinkiness in all its forms, we may still hope that
those cleanly and respectable spinsters, the Sister Arts, will continue
throughout the ages, rocking and drinking tea unterrified by the
million-tongued clamor in the back yard and below stairs, where thumb
and forefinger continue the question demanded by intellectual
exhaustion:
"L'arr! Kesker say l'arr?"
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY, PUBLISHERS, NEW YORK.
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WIT, SPARKLING, SCINTILLATING WIT, IS THE ESSENCE OF
Kate of Kate Hall,
By Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler, whose reputation was made by her first
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"Place and Power."
"In 'Kate of Kate Hall,' by Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler, the question of
imminent concern is the marriage of super-dainty, peppery-tempered Lady
Katherine Clare, whose wealthy godmother, erstwhile deceased, has left
her a vast fortune, on condition that she shall be wedded within six
calendar months from date of the testator's death.
"An easy matter, it would seem, for bonny Kate, notwithstanding her
aptness at sharp repartee, is a morsel fit for the gods.
"The accepted suitor appears in due time; but comes to grief at the last
moment in a quarrel with Lady Kate over a kiss bestowed by her upon her
godmother's former man of affairs and secretary. This incident she
haughtily refuses to explain. Moreover, she shatters the bond of
engagement, although but three weeks remain of the fatal six months. She
would rather break stones on the road all day and sleep in a pauper's
grave all night, than marry a man who, while professing to love her,
would listen to mean and malicious gossips picked up by tell-tales in
the servants' hall.
"So the great estate is likely to be lost to Kate and her debt-ridden
father, Lord Claverley. How it is conserved at last, and gloomy
apprehension chased away by dazzling visions of material splendor--that
is the author's well-kept secret, not to be shared here with a careless
and indolent public."--_Philadelphia North American._
"The long-standing reproach that women are seldom humorists seems in a
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Thorneycroft Fowler and A.L. Felkin, 'Kate of Kate Hall.'"--_Chicago
Record-Herald._
"'Kate of Kate Hall' is a novel in which Ellen Thorneycroft Fowler
displays her brilliant abilities at their best. The story is well
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brisk, and the dialogue is deliciously clever."--_Rochester Democrat
and Chronicle._
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LOVE. MYSTERY. VENICE.
The Clock and the Key.
By Arthur Henry Vesey. 12mo. Ornamental Cloth, $1.50.
This is a tale of a mystery connected with an old clock. The lover, an
American man of means, is startled out of his sensuous, inactive life in
Venice by his lady-love's scorn for his indolence. She begs of him to
perform any task that will prove his persistence and worth. With the
charm of Venice as a background, one follows the adventures of the lover
endeavoring to read the puzzling hints of the old clock as to the
whereabouts of the famous jewels of many centuries ago. After following
many false clues the lover ultimately solves the mystery, triumphs over
his rivals, and wins the girl.
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"For an absorbing story it would be hard to beat."--_Harper's
Weekly._
ENGLAND.
"It will hold the reader till the last page."--_London Times._
SCOTLAND.
"It would hardly suffer by comparison with Poe's immortal 'Gold
Bug.'"_--Glasgow Herald._
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Baby Bullet.
By Lloyd Osbourne, Author of "The Motor-maniacs." Illustrated.
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A SPLENDID NEWSPAPER YARN.
A Yellow Journalist.
By Miriam Michelson, Author of "In the Bishop's Carriage," etc.
Illustrated. 12mo. Ornamental Cloth, $1.50.
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The intense desire to "cover" one's assignment completely and well is
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