Life, 1896-11-05 · page 13 of 24
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RSDAY EVENING KITCHEN FRIEZE. have named Oliver Herford. The publishers have had the good fortune to be of the same opinion. * * * NOVEL of adventure in a new field—Australia in the early days of convict life—is provided by E. W. Hornung in ‘The Rogue's March” (Scribner), The author has a surprising talent for realistic de- scription. What he has to describe is often unpleasant, but it is never awkwardly pictured. All the wild hopelessness and degradation of the life is made so vivid that it seems the record of actual experiences. When this is combined with ingenuity of plot and a continuous chain of exciting episodes, the result is a romance of the kind that Charles Reade taught a great public to devour with eagerness. It has the advan- tage of a fine discrimination in the use of effective words. A sensational novel that is well written is rare enough to demand admiration. Drech. HE campaign contortions of the New York Tribune during these trying times fill the mind of the average reflective citizen with wonder, and a steady perusal of its editorial page is calculated to make Reason totter on its throne. If this thing continues, all the idiot asylums within range will have to turn away applicants clamoring for rest and admission. According to the 7rvbune, there is a creature named Bryan, to whom the devil himself is a saint on earth, who is engaged in a base conspiracy to rob and murder all the innocents in the country, to sack and pillage and destroy, until one stone is not on top of another. Of course, Bryan will not succeed. We learn from the 7rsbune that out of some 14,000,000 voting citizens of this Republic, he is not expected to receive one vote. Not only this, but all the women and little children are weeping night and day because they are not allowed to cast any ballots for that noble repository of all the virtues, the god-like McKinley. This rather confirms us in the sneaking admiration for Bryan that we have had all along, and if election day were postponed and we could stand it to read the 7ribunz for two weeks longer, we should probably vote for him. . THE SUMMER GIRL’S DREAM OF AUTUMN, comicbooks.com