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AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL REVELATIONS AND ENGROSSING ROMANCE IN THE NEW BOOKl
MILITANTS READY
TO RENEW FIGHT
AFTER THE WAR
Mrs. Pankhurst, in Autobiog
raphy, Just Published,
Tells History of Militancy
and Writes of Future.
"When tho clash of arms ceases, when
normal, peaceful, rational society resumes
Its functions tho demand for tho vote
will again be made. If It Is not nutokly
granted, then ones nioro tha women 1111
take up the arms they today generously
lay down. There can be no peace In
tho world until woman, the mother half
of the human family, Is given liberty In
the councils of the 'world."
"With this startling announcement Mrs
Emmellne Pankhurst closes tho Intro
duction to her book, "Mrs. I'ankhurst's
Own 8tor" (Hearst's International Li
brary Co., New York), a book that Is
not, as Its title might Indicate, merely
an autobiography, but Is rather a his
tory of that phase of tho woman suftrago
agitation In Great Britain known as
' militancy." It Is, too, a most extraordi
nary history of a most extraordinary
movement, for, unlike histories written
after the lapse of time and by persons
who have not been In tho thick of the
venta and episodes related, this volume
presents In addition to the dry facts, by
Its very Atmosphere, by Its self-rovela-tlons,
tha psychological development
which always underlies any big human
movement.
For "militancy," so-called, has been
the means whereby the woman suffrage
movement has come Into Its own No stu
dent of the daelopment of the campaign
for woman's rights, which has lasted
well-nigh a centnry, not only In this
country but In Great Britain, cannot but
admit now that until Mrs Pankhuist
began soma three yearn ago her aKg.oi
elve campatgn of hunger striking, window
smashing, letter burning, bomb throwing,
and so on, suffrage had not become a
pressing political Issue "Whether one sen
timentally approves the mothods used or
r.ot, the results have been certain Suf
frage In England has become a. force to
be reckoned with politically, and the so
bulled "-wild women" made It so
Militancy Is Mrs Pankhurst3 own
creation She conceived it, executed It,
was tha leader, the forefront not only In
planning, but In doing and suffering She
Is In -jery sense of the word a real
leader. No one of her followers has
been led to run risks that Mrs. Pank
hurst herielf hai not run She has been
Jailed. She has hunger-struck She has
defied the authorities steadily and con
sistently for jeirs She has faced death
not once, but manv times And this fi.ui
Boraan-spare, slender, with no sugges
tion of phjslcal strength has gono
through experience that few men would
care to undergo, and came out each time
not only refreshed and Invigorated, but
hardened and more implacably set on
her ends to st at naught Prime Min
isters. Home Secretaries and all the ma
chinery of the British Government Say
what one may, the woman has fubllmn
pluck, a courage possible only to those
who believe that thoy are working for
tho highest right within their vision, and
who will dare anything for this supreme
good Of such stuff heroes are made.
Behind this story, the one fact that
forces Itself home is the tremendous
earnestness and conviction that insplros
Mrs. Pankhurst and her followers Mili
tancy is not a vagary. It Is a dellberatel i
planned and coolly conducted bloodies
warfare How It cams Into being Is best
told In Mrs. Pankhursfs own words
"I had to go through years of public
work." she sa, 'before I acquired the
experience and tho wisdom to know how
tj bring concessions from the English
Government. I had to hold public oillce.
I had to go behind the scenes in
the Government schools. In the work
houses and other charltab'e institutions:
I had to get a close-hand view of the
misery and unhapp ness of a man-made
world before I reached tha point when
I could successfully revolt against It."
And again, speaking of her years of
work as n poor law guardian, or In
spector of poor houses and similar in
stitutions, she says:
"I found women in that workhouse,
scrubbing floors, doing the hardest kind
of work, almon until their babies came
into the world Many of them were
mere girls These poor mothers woro al
lowed to stay In the hospital for a short
two weeks, then they could stay aa
paupers, earning their llvim; by scrub
bing and other work In which cases they
were separated from their babies, or
they could leave leave vv.th a 2-vveeks.
old baby In their arms, without hopes,
without home, without money, without
any where to go What became of those
ttlrls and what became of their hapless
Infanta?"
To Mrs Pankhurst the answer to this
lies, as lien the answer to mtny other
questions, in the creating of a mora
humane system of dealing w)th women,
children, the home and laws Applying
thereto, originated and developed by
women who have the vote to curry out
their pUns
There Is a relentlessness about life, a.
rigidity about customs, a heartleasness
about things as they are. that Is crush
ing to the Idealist, It does not lie within
tho scope of tb human mind to compre
hend war It is an offence to all our
ordered ways. Even those who cannot
justify militancy cannot Ia down thl3
volume without realizing Mrs Pardt
hurst's militancy Is right under the cir
cumstances and con S tlons she describes
To point out flaws In this volume Is,
perhaps, superogatory amid Its. many
excellences. Despite Its Bljhts of real
eloquence, despite Its passages of soul
stirring enthusiasm, It descends fre
quently to a banal papier-mache style of
writing It Is perhaps too much to ex
pect from an actor In great events
turned narrator of those events, a sense
of dramatic values But withal one fre
quently feels that here and there some
alien and gifted hand might well have
been employed to plctura the scenes with
a dramatic, well, even romantic, sense
pf literary values.
This book Is more than history It Is
a. great stirring drama on a. great stir
ring theme And the hand of the drama
tist Is painfully lacking when It Is need
ed foi the unsympathetic mind Yet
why, after all, cavil at this? Mr Prank
burst Is a great leader Id a treat cause
Despite the defective craftsmanship
shown as a writer hr ami there d
splte the hurried Hat unenllveultig .nn
J writing the woman aid ler achi-v.-tnents
emerge superior V e may u
willingly admit that the gift uf the pen
Is not always brl ! ant i H n'wu s tr
not alwajs adequate, rut it- t n n
will I ve la blst'y as rn r f , la
rat effective Idealists.
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able Percival," by Alice Hegan Rice
Century Company,
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Dr. S. Weir Mitchell's
Poems on Life and Death
Literary Discoveries
of S. S. McClure
Were Robert Louis Stovcnson to come
back to llfo ho could command nlmost
nny price for his work. Yet, when offered
SOOu by S S McClure for "St. Ives" he
blushed and slid no novel of his could
possibly be worth more than HOO0.
Imagine Chambers or McCutcheon say
ing that But Stevenson was, nbovo all
thing"", modest And he didn't hire a
business agent, as do our llterarj pluto
crats nowadays If he had, he would not
have absent-mindedlv sold the novel to
MiCluru while under contract with
nnuther publisher for nil his output. Tho
oversight not onlj made trouble for the
guileless author, but caused equal dis
comfort to tht equally innocent publisher.
In "My Autobiography," Just published
by tho Frederick A Stokes Company,
New ork. McClure gives delightful
reminiscences of Stevenson Once the
author of ' Treasure Island" took his
wife to Trance for a pleasure trip Ho
had n check for KXO and some odd money.
After a while he announced that his
fund3 were running short and they must
return home. Upon unpacking their
trunks they found tho $500 check un
touched' But, speaking of authors' remuneration
for their books It hardl seems possible,
does It, that there was ever a time when
men like Kipling and Conan Dovlo were
not well known and sought after by gen
erous publishers But as recently as 1SS7
Kipling found himself In Now York with
a bag of manuscripts of which ho could
not sell a single, one Years afterward,
for tho American rights of "The Light
That Failed" he received $-'00. and he
offered one of the "Jungle Book" stories
fjr $125, while aa soon ns his booka be
came known In this country ho was paid
$3,X!0 for "Kim."
For the flrsit 12 "Sherlock Holmes"
stories which ho bought Mr. McClure
paid only $50 apiece
Never happier than when rescuing some
talented author from oblivion and pre
senting him to the public, It was Mc
Clure s lot to discover most of the writers
who h.ive become famous during the
last Id or 30 ars And he says truthfully
that he offered them through his news
paper syndicate nn unparalleled oppor
tunity to test out their merits. If tho
editors bought tho stories It was a sure
sign that their readers llkod them, If they
did not, It was a good tip to the author
to so away and hide himself or turn to
some more useful occupation.
McClure must have been a godsend to
young venturers on the sea of literature,
for he says himself that he was "easy to
get by " "If I believed In a man I could
give hlrn a large audience at once I could
give that gaze of the public which Is
the breath of llfo to a writer."
Is the supply of good writers con
tinuous' McClure thinks not. "It Is
usually 15 or .0 years before a new man
comes along who has really anything to
say, and there must be a new race of
critics and editors, too, who will permit
him to say something new "
One feels Ilka quoting extensively from
this admirable volume. It seems that tho
writer saja everjthing Just right, and
alwajs, one feels. In a different way from
what any one else would say It Take
this gem, from his description of his
privations while trlng to work his way
Few persons, surel, have ever had to
wage a more discouraging light against
hopeless odds than McClure waged In
gett'ng his syndicate started. The details
are harrowing "And yet," he says, "all
this time wo were very happy I was
rich in Ideas and In hope, and my wife
belleed In my Ideas and In me "
Such a partnership wins out It Is
bound to win. And In the case of the
McClures, you are Just as pleased over
the final success as you would be over
the happy ending of a fascinating novel
Indeed, the autoblograph H as Interest
ing as any novel we have seen In o lonsr
time
"The
"Never had Madame Dubarry looked more beautiful than now'
Presentation," by H. De Vere Stacpoole. John Lane.
PICTUnE IN OVAI-
H. G. Wells, whose new novel, "The Wife of Sir Isaac Harmon," has been
published by Macmillan's.
Romantic Short Stories
The short fctory volume, like average
poetrj If wo are to believe the publishers
Is counted a drug on the book mar
ket. There Is little or no demand for
them, excepting perhaps, In the rare
A Cruise With Stevenson
Robert Louis Stevenson's Edinburgh
dns have been qulto thoroughly covered
by himself und others Ho himself has
told us all wo need to know of th'u south
In all tho world no more beautiful music
has perhaps ever thrilled from the human
heart than Isolde's "Llcboetod," the love
song of tho woman who Is about to dlo
over the body of Tristan, whom she loves.
Thero Is a strango hallowing beauty In
death, and the volco of ono who speaks
from beyond the Invlslblo portals comes
with a singularly haunting, eerlo beauty
and satredness of Import.
To thousands who read his stories from
shore to shore of this country, and moro
to those who know Ids winning personal
ity In this city. Dr. 3. "Weir Mitchell was
beloved And to all of these his last mes
sage In the "Complete Poems" (Century
Company, N. Y.), wilt come with some
thing of the traglo soul quality of the
Vngner music. Thoro Is n vision hero
tho vision of a great soul peering
over the horizon that limits mortality, tho
pulsing of a great soul responding to the
cosmic rhythm-
In "Barabbas," Doctor Mltohell's last
poem, wo see the released prisoner of tho
world's supremo tragedy wandering over
tha hills north of Bethlehom In company
with a cynical Greek, nnd meeting on the
plains a shepherd nnd his son. And Barab
bas tells, In Imperishable verso, the story
that Is old but ever now of the confront
ing of the sinful soul with tho pardoning
divine.
That I might bo where now this brave Man
hung , , ,
Thrilled mo at last with strange companionship
In His long torturo's awful loneliness
Tio guard lay Idly round a waning Uro,
The etern centurion stood Indifferent,
Onl th sob of women far away
Came and a lost A soldier stlrrd tha Ore.
Borne power of capture In the pleading cjes
Drew me yet nosiror till all will was lost,
When that long wall of axonliod appeal
Broke on tho friendless allenco of tho night,
111 esoa were His to hold His ejea woro mln.
Tho blood-stained cross shook with tho thriea
of death,
The black hair heavy with the aweat of de-vth
Dropped o er the fallen head, while suddenly
Tho earth rocked under me I heard afar
Tho screams of women and the cries of men,
Uprooted trees, tho crash of wall and towor.
And through It over thojo beseeching eyes
I saw, an 1 fell and rouo again
Blind blind forever, as my soul had been,
With one last memory of those seeking oyos
And, having converted the unbelieving
by his tale, his mission done, Barabbas
dies the smile of one who sees upon his
face.
In the Museum of Constantinople Is a
famous monument, known ns "Les
Pleureuses," In which a mourning woman
is depleted In 18 attitudes of t,rlf About
this poem Doctor Mitchell writes a poem
on death, which In Its wonder recalls
Shelley's "Adonala."
There, ar whom sorrow leaves full wrtoked.
Tho irreat ....
Grow In the urgent angulth of defeat.
And with mysterious confidence await
Tho silent coming of the bearer s teat;
Wherefor this nulet face so proudly set
To front life's duties, but naught to forgot.
For llfo la but a tender Instrument ....
Whereon the master hand of grief aoth fall,
Leaving love's vibrant tlMue resonant
With echoes, evpr waking nt the call
Of every kindred tone, so grief doth change
j'ho Instrument o'er which his fateful fingers
range.
These poems aro the expression of n
life rich in Intellectual knowledge, tho
csthotle rapturo conjured by tho beauties
of tho world and art, nnd ever gaining
an insight Into tho llfo within. Itcnilnls
cent of Tennyson's "Crossing tho Bar,"
Dr. Mitchell's "Vespcral" has Its own
farowoll message!
I know dm nlRht Is near at hand.
Tho mists He low on hill nnd bay.
The autumn leaves are flawless, dryj
Uut I have had my day.
Yes. I have had, denr Lord, the flavj
w'hen at Thy call I have tho night,
Brief bo tho twilight as I pass
From light to dark, from dark to light.
T. E. II.
B-r-r-r! Real Melodrama
in Clergymanfis Fiction
"Denton, ou shall ropent that blowl"
rudely observes Captain Hodgeman, voic
ing tho keynote of tho novollzatton of
August Thomas' "mcllow-drnmn," "Arl
gona" (Dodd, Mead St Co.), that has been
perpetrated by Cyrus Townsend Brady.
If you are at nit nddlctcd to tho perusal
of nickel Bhockors, to tho "ten-twenty-thlrty,"
or to tho Hairbreadth Harry car
toons, you will And In "Arizona" a. novel
after your own heart. Tor Lieutenant
Denton Is tho spotless horo of romance.
Does he not defend tho "gurrrl" nt tho
coBt of great porsonal Inconvenience to
hlmsclfT And then Cnptnln Hodgeman,
tho gentleman who Is nuotod above sure
ly, the Captain Is all that can be desired
In tho lino of villainy. Ho Is gifted with
gleaming whlto teeth and a silky black
mustache, through which ho hisses nt tho
slightest provocation or ovtn on no pro
vocation nt all Tho way ho pesters,
bullies nnd annojs the poor Lieutenant
Is qulto Inexcusable, and with his dying
breath ho tells stories about tho poor
chap that are liable to got him disliked
by all his friends But did you over
hear of a hero In ono of Doctor Brady h
novels or novelliatlons that got the
worst of It? Certainly not 'Whethor
tho reverend gentleman wroto this tale
na relaxation, or whether we nro sup
posed to tnko It as a serious picture of
that portion of our nation with which wo
aro already so familiar through the
medium of the "movies, ' wo cannot say
At any rate, thero aro not many ol
this season s novels that aro In a class
with It For which let us bo truly
thankful.
Romance at 30!
Tho real girl, "tho mnrvelous girl, tho
girl with tho big, beautiful, unspoken
thoughts In her head, tho big, brave and
undone deeds In her heart," cannot be
found at 20, or even 23 Thirty Is the
age when real character his shown Itself
James Barton, In Hleanor Abbott's lat
est book, "Llttlo Kve ndgarton" (Tho
Centuiy Company, New York), found that
at 20 It was Impossible to discriminate
between vivacity or Just plain kiddlsh
ness, "whether sweetness Is real dis
position or Just coquetry, whether tender
ness Is person il discrimination or Just
fox, whether dumbness Is stupidity or
Just brain hoarding Its lmmaturo treas
ures "
"When a girl Interests you at 20, vou
will he utterly mad about her at 30," Is
tho sago ndvlco given to Burton, and his
quest began.
Ho met llttlo Eve Edgarton, Just SO.
"F. P. A." and His
Conning Tbwf
E P. A as every ono knows, tu3
for Franklin P. Adams, who first Utan
tho tnornlnjr light (as he puis mff
Chicago, ori November IS, USL Rtia'w
made n, number of people) ohuckl V"
that tlmo. Just now ho conduct tfj
Conning Tower, n dally tolumn ln (J
New York Tribune, and walkers J
dotham streets have turned mild ,j
aloft to bco his lnltlnld placarded acrcu
the tops of buildings by the energjj
advertising policy of that paper. j
But F. P. A. la more than a mera p ' j
grnphor. Ho la ono of those rare bird,
humorist who can bo genuinely wlttv S.i
after day, always In good humor .5
(what Is rarer still) always in good tj(.
His light verBO Is unexcelled In AtntH,.
today for wit and point. His Batlr?i.
clear-sighted and keen, biting nCM,;
home to tho heart of the pompom im
banal His versions of Horace In lu
vernacular of Broadway; hlg little dl!
nt tho bourgeoisie! his adaptation 5
PepvB' diary-all are delightful. Th.
mantle of Eugeno Field nnd H. c. Bm
ner has fallen upon him. There coulJ
bo no greater trlbuto to tho populartti
of his stuff than the way his "eontrlbi
roily to him. Does he propose a rlddlt
Invito a suggestion, they flock to tki
Conning Tower ln hundreds. Even th!
title of his new book camo as a rut.
gestlon from a "contrlb," f.
Inhumanity of Consistency
Jennlo dishing, tho heroine of "Tbi
Rise of Jennlo Cushlng," by Mary a
Watts tMncmlllnn Company, N. Y),
llttlo waif of a girl who bocomes a beitf
tlful woman. Every step of the phydcal
growth, with Its physical environment
la faithfully Bkctched. Whllo the storr
Is well worth reading and boars evldenci
of tho most careful and consclentlom
craftsmanship, we aro forced to the coa.
elusion that, as a transcript of life, It )
defective. This docs not moan that It li
uninteresting As a novel It Is far aboTs
tho average. But Mrs. Watts has rnadi
tho book a study In consistency. Each
character, and particularly Jennlo Curt.
Ing, Is endowed with a given stock o(
qualities or characteristics when first In.
troduced. Thenceforward each plays lu
part with mathematical certainty. Nqw
If there Is one phase of human naluri
that Is certain It Is Its uncertainty,
Thero Is an unknown, unpredlcablc equa
tion In every one's llfo People are In.
tcrestlng by reason of their very Incon
sistencies. If Mrs Watts had wished her
renders to seo how characters must moT
inevitably along tho parallel lines. ol
destiny, tho destiny being temperament,
sho could not have done a more ex
cellent pleco of work. There are touchil
of humor, not too obvious, and a per.
opcctlvo of human possibilities that will
repav tho reader. If the author were to
K"o llf! ln Its varied unfoldlngs and In
consistent episodes rather than to reason
it In Its logical sequences she would
come nearer to the truth.
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Instance when the reputation of the author i of Trance, tho Adlronducks and Colorado
Juatlflia their appearance, which all goes
to prove that Miss Dell has unques
tlonablv arrived In tho literary sense of
the word. I'nder the title of "The
awlndler and Other Stories" (G. P Fut
nam) she gives us ten short stories or
rather sketches In which tho love and
romantic sentiment of a "Hosar-Giau-stark"
flavor predominates Clover
touches of observations and character
In tho book, however, are abundant,
eapecUllj in tha first story from which
tho volume takes Its title This Is a
dramatic and exceedingly well-written
eplsodo thnt tells of the reformation and
redeeming of a convlctPd swindler, with
the Inevitable and foreseen happy ending
The author possesses nn agreeable ond
fluent stv a nnd the admirable faculty of
retaining the reader's untiring Interest
throughout
A CHILD'S IMAGINED PLAYMATE
"Una Mary" (Charles Bcrlbner's Sons,
N. T.). by Una Hunt, Is a most extraordi
nary bit of biography. It Is essentially
that, because although Una Mary waa
"the rest of me, the deep, Inner real
part," as the author says, she Is treated
objectively, and with remarkable candor.
The figment of tho mind which embodies
each man's Ideal self to him U not more
real than the corresponding Image of
childhood Because Una had to wear
dark heavy stuffs, and desired white frills
und Huttles, Una Mary was endowed with
white frills and fluflles. Just as to each
man his Ideal self la dressed tha white
frills of the spirit.
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Here is a professional labor leader In his
lust for gain and acclamation lie strives to
r isc brute force above lirain He tries to Jift
labor little thinking whether labor can ever
lift itself. From his glib toncne labor learns
of its injustices of which before it had been
entirely unaware.
Here is a man goading labor into the belief
that it is all powerful And to what end' To
a pitiful, futile end for labor but a profitable
end for its "uplifter."
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who saw neither to the right nor left of the
path he had set for himtclf Read of the suc
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