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and finally ends triumphantly as secre- tary of the National Chamber of Com- merce and the legal and_ legitimate husband of a bovine but wealthy young female whose climbing mother started after bigger game, but took what she could get. In a way, the author’s aim was prob- ably to show up Washington, its petty political dealings, its lobbyings, its social snobbery kind of super Main street, and to demonstrate that Babbitt is triumphant even in the shadow of that stately dome on Capitol Hill, We have no quarrel with the author's purpose. But unfortunately he never really coi vinces us that his hero did what he says he did—at least not after the Y. M. C. A.- hawdyhouse period. His progression was ordained by the author, not by his When George Meredith she own character. said one of his heroines was witty immediately emitted a few choice re- marks that proved it. But when Mr. Fergusson says his hero stepped from selling col fraternity pins into. the post of Washington correspondent of a Philadelphia paper, our knowledge of Washington correspondents and even of the Philadelphia papers causes us to entertain grave doubts. At least, we demand to see the proofs that he could write a newspaper stor: And we have been to a Gridiron dinner and seen tl correspondents. Mr. Fergusson’s hero was not among them on that occasion. We are, too, not a little skeptical about his seduction of the beautiful and pa- trician Virginian—though on this point we confess to less opportunity for ob- servation, In short, we have a slightly higher opinion of our fellow-men and women, even Congressmen, than Mr. Fergusson has. His hero, we are sure, never went so far as he says he Dentist to Patient (who is a barber)—Er—now how about some fancy bridge-work or a few extractions? doubt if he eyen got the job as Secretary of the Chamber of Commerce, Wirp Asneat, Howesresps, by Enos Mills; Doubleday, Page and Co. I Y THE UNTIMELY death of Enos Mills, the Rocky Mountains lost one of their most. picturesque features, From his inn on Long’s Peak, Mr. Mills guided parties up that noble rock pile, or out into the wilderness, and told them a lot We of things about Nature they never knew Esquimau papa with colicky baby halfway through the six-months-night. 21 If he also told them some things before, a never ~woskeptics fancied he before, no great harm was done Personally, we do not question for a moment Mr. Mills’ opportunities for, and pow of, observation. Both were great. Sometimes we have regretted his lack of scientific training, because we have fancied a two-hour tracking of a grizzly was glorified, in the retrospect, into two days; and none of his studies was really intensive. But he loved the Rocky Mountains and he knew how to make others love them. He wrote, also, simply and vividly, without any flourish or any obscurity. He wrote, indeed, a good deal better than many professional writers. re glad to have his posthu- mous book, and we regret that there will be no more. tat A California man froze his feet a few miles from a region where orange trees were in blossom. That's nothi In ma they frequently go to bed with prickly heat and wake up with chilblains. Rad Mrs.—I see the high waistline seems to Le slipping from favor. Mr.—Well, it certain] slipped from somewher seems to have tee “What do you think of this diamond? ygled it in from Europe.” Mut! Tut! What a shocking sense of duty you have! sas Would it be in order to say that the way to raise Cain with high sugar prices is to raise cane?