Judge — February 11, 1899 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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REVIEWS OF RECENT only by the young person "of to-day ; it would FICTION, give nice, decent old people some pretty bad ‘ shocks. Girls, don’t let your mothers get it. Tue Tuinc's Jacker, by Dickie Raving ‘ Hardia. THE GLORY OF SANGFROID—The moral 4 of this stirring bit of fiction seems to be that in wiuie, by | f > times of French revolutions one can neatly al- ways come out ahead if one has ugliness and rascality; hampered by appearance of refine ment one is pretty certain to come out headless. ‘The wag of this tale is a very clever dog named | Toto, but the hero is a thief. Dr. 1. Weird is has been real cute and has y Mixture sympathizes entirely with the thief and hung a few lights along the tail, j | 4 | gifts him with Sangfroid: enough to Glory over and their twinkle is sufficient to | all difficulties, One cannot call this a dry narra- attract some attention away from tive, for it is too freely saturated with blood. the kite. The Thing, who is the From the very first, when the kind old priest hero of the story, is the same gets nervous and tramples the pet bird to death, dear old thing we always expect D ‘Wardphry Hamp. THE THING'S JACKET— The kite that is flying this tale is a novel entitled, “ Fort- tunes of Soldiers,” but Mr. Hard- from this reliable author, and we get it right straight along; and the Jacket, also as usual, fits without a wrinkle. The pretti- est bit of writing in the story is where the tiny prince totters around the room with his crown, “Ah, poor prince.” mused. the Thing, pressing his hands con- vulsively to the breast of the Jacket, “to whom will you turn when the king, your father, gives you the cold go-by ?” The prince stopped toddling, dumped his crown on the Thing’s knee and lisped, trustingly, “Oo.” This extract, though short, is yet long enough to prove that while you may not be moved to tears by Mr. Hardis’s pathos, yet you can nearly always sniff at it. ELYN (SIN Tr If we reviewers reviewed this book thoroughly and con amore, care- Reco (indignantly)—" it rained, COULDN'T BE POSITIVE. to the falling of the last head in the basket. blood flows in_an easy, unem- barrassed stream, The author's style is most happy ; by cheerfully tiens-to- to-ing and parbleu-ing all through the book (also occasionally hélas-ing) he has simulated a French atmosphere which is quite too sweet for anything. Jail-birds and confidence-men would miss a good thing by not reading this pretty story. Keep right on, Weird Mixture. HENPECK OF DENNISVILLE— “ My God, my God! what shall I do without any one’s name to take in vain ?” wails the heroine, and the reader who doesn’t sort of pity her is an oyster. Mrs. Hump, who a few years ago, in a tale called “Ellie Bobsmear,” re counted how a man in taking a sinch in his moral suspenders So sour father said I didn’t know enough to goin when unhappily chanced to let go of 1 hope you contradicted him?" DOLLY —""Oh, yes; but of course 1 couldn't say for certain, Reggy, because | _ his religion for good and all, has have never seen you out ina storm ” opened up her gospel-shop again fully chewing it to a pulp, as it and has given us a holy tale of a were, no one would call upon our wives. Being discreet as we can, still turbulent girl who couldn't make up tier mind whether she would be an we are forced to admit that not only was Evelyn in it every time and all intidel and have a nice time, or get married and go slow forever after. the time, but that there was very little she wasn't in. And it was all hot, Against the waywardness of her character Henpeck’s meekness shows ‘The works of O Givus More can rarely be handled without tongs. Tongs quite daintily. Poor Henpeck of Dennisville !— his name is doubly Dennis for handling the latest come in extra lengths. ‘This novel should be read before she gets through with him. And when it comes to humor Mrs, Hump is several chips shy. manok tui. A MOMENT OF SUSPENSE. Rosatinp—** Tell me, tell me truly, Orlando, wuz you ever married?" comicbooks.com