Life — June 2, 1898 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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462 Charade. LODGED in my lovely English sirst, Beneath its quaint that She, with my second, dressed her locks; He coldly stood aloof, Sho gave the deg iny third, so soft— For him, no wor With an Nor glanced a! But when the landlord t His fury knew no bound, . oraged, he gave the man my sizth, And madly to And all the while My And when th: They found my ihole a“ can ry scowl he tied my J er the while. might my sit, and. coolly sipped renth, without a pause— court’s decree was xiv'n, The answer to this will be found on page 471. The Danger of Iron Wills in Fiction. PROBABLY the only novelist now tiving who can build a © pnveticable ig © tnto his story in a ni that will not excite the de- rision of profess F. Hopkinson Smith, Pe Nght around which revolves his story, “Caleb West: Mast Diver” (Houghton), isa’t a sure ugh structure —but it ought to be, because Mr. Smith bas often. bullt the real thing, out of real rocks, w enguged in the gentler art of writing ta painting pictures, If the trials and tribulations here deplete the usual thing in the course of his busine contractor, he wiust find uovel-writing a beaveuly rellet! The number of southeast gales, high tides, refractory rocks, toppling derrick: perverse elements generally, encountered in the brief summer of the tale, ought to have crushed the courage of the stoutest But Mr. Smith's young engineer was not that kind. He kept right at it, and detied the ele Moreover, be had the tnvalnatde Captain Joe wud Caleb West,as tine a pair of honest work- men as can be found along the Atlantic coast. ner. NOVELS. tn whet the men are really eng in some useful work, are very scarce. He Toes and hero of living in stortes like the trresponsthle lilies of the Held, which neither toll nor spin. They have “estates” or Hich fathers; or they are very poor, and dou't make any effort to better their conditio: Novels concern themselves with the amusements of the rich, the sufferings of the poor, and the wickedness of rich and poor alike—which ts principally the kind of mischlef that Satan de- lights to find for fdle hands to do, Most of the people in Mr. Smith's novel seem to be pretty busy at a dally task from whitch they *LIPE* extort considerable mental sab Isfaction, with a fulr supply of daily bread. HERE are also several charming tdlers tn the tale, aud we must confess that they seem to bave the West trials and the most fun, There is a delightful Southern Major, who picks up good dinners and ad- Jacent juleps without any display of Industry, There ts also a rich griss-widow, who owns a town house, a nl a yacht. Her only trial seems to be a seapegrice of a husband, who keeps out of the way and lives tn Paris, Her lot might be so Very in More- over, has a jewel of a young engineer, who battens tious when they threaten to country-place, h worse! she down tyght his at cease being Matont That is where he ditfers from Cated's v ng wife, who flirts atroctously with the villain, and elopes, In the end she is forgiven, but it id Culed a great deal of silent sutfering to bring around bis tron-will, ¥ lustructive chapter could be written on * that lurk in tron wills, We used ught that all heroes had them, hut there ts ho doubt that they cause most of the trouble in |. The man who solves the problem of tempering tron wills will lessen the total of buman misery tremende Droch. A Quick Repulse. HARGE !” cried officer, “Nay,” said the shipbuilder, with a slight cough ; “C. O. D.” And the deal for another warship was declared off. the Spanish Impossible, To Be Sure! | “HERE is no marry iog in marriage in heaven.” “No; it is promised that we shall know each other there, you remem- be N B.: Those philanthropically IN:< ‘atsposed persons who. were so instrumental in starting the pres- ent war with Spain for the sole pur- pose of ending the sufferings of the reconcentrados, will be glad to learn that their purpose is being rapidly accomplished. From latest reports, the sufferings of the reconcentrados are being ended at the rate of about five hundred a day. An Interview With Edison. Vy HEN I decided to interview Mr, Edison in the interests of Lire's readers, 1 mado up my mind not to take “No” forananswer. I knew he was a busy man, but I intended to get busy myself, so I went out to Menlo Park and was lucky enough to Nnd him ther In appearance, Mr. Edison is) not unlike bis pietures, which, as the latter bave appeared mainly in the of the country, is remarkable. “Good morning, Mr. Ed "said I, in a cheery tone, and then, noticing a long counter like that in a railway restaurant, upon which were numerous plates contain- ing food, and cups and glasses filed with coffee, tea and milk, I asked him what it meant. My coming seemed to arouse him from a brown study,and he said presently, absently (a thing that it takes an Edison to do), “Oh, howdy. Dear me, those are my meals for the last few days, I've been so busy on my latest invention that I hadn't noticed them, I must be huogry. What day is it?” newspapers son,"