Life — January 4, 1900 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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Pither Tine: WERK WISHING THEY WON'T WORK YOU 80 MARD THIS YEAR AS THRY DID Last. *LIPE * Sin seems to get “come up with more surely over there than in this country, d attractive young sinnera might emigrate to thia country with sume advantage to themselves and possible educational benefit to us, o 8 HE, clergy also have a bard time of {tin “Red Pottage "—except the Rishop, who meets the highest standard that the enlightened authoress can set. But the rector in the story t4 @ most solemn, plg-headed fool. If that kind abound in England, the Church will have to be disestablished. Authors, particularly poets, come in for such cutsas these: Tam sure he tt ‘a poet, because his tle fs uneven and his hair ts long. Why dollterary men wear thelr hatr long and Hterary women wear tt short?” ‘There ts » woman-writer In the story, however, who Isa real heroine, She 1s golng to reform the Church and the world with her novel—and the dull- witted rector, her brother, burns the manuscript, because he belleves It to be wicked. The reader cannot refrain from thinking that the rector was probably a brighter fellow than he wa painted. oe Breaking It Gently. UDGE, LYNCH’S court having attended to the case of one Bilious Pete in the usual characteristic and con- clusive manner, Alkali Ike was selected to break the news as gently as possible to the bereaved widow. “Howdy -do, mom!” he saluted, when the lady had come to the door in response to his knock. “I've just dropped around to sorter tell you that—er—er—your hus- band ain't a-goin’ to live very “ong.” ‘What makes you think he ain't 2” returned the lady, in considerable surprise. “B'cuz he's dead now,” was the ingenuous reply. NOTRE RATE SIDE from all its intense exaggera- tions, tts melodramatic solemaltles, and its Mrs. Humphry - Ward - pose, the story has many polnts tn Its favor, Reallty {4 given to an Impossible group A Mess of Red Pottage. of people; the satire 1s effectively ERE ta a certain type of English novel In placed ; the mata Incidents are exceed- which the people keem utter strangers to ingly dramatic. ‘The writing ty easy, American readers, ‘Thetr pleasures, thelr woes Intelligent, and often eplgratnmatic. and the crises In thelr Ives don't appeal to us There are also several human belngs to Intimately, Itt not acase of being superlor or the collection —notably Dick, the Hishop Infertor to our standards—they are simply diger- and the child Regie. ent. Such a novel may be read widely In America WANA NER As for the heroine, the imperious fi i ai and heartily apprectated—but there Is no “home — Kachet West, with her Inflexttte stand- NINN EEA MD feellng * 1n the uppreclation. ards and her poor accomplishment— ; Of this kind 14 the much discussed “Red — she 1snot worth the trouble which the Pottage" (Iarpers), by Mary Cholmondeley. It author has taken to make her attractive labors under the misfortune of haviug been and Irresistibie, She was fated to throw widely compared with George Eliot's novels; men over with scorn, and teach them whereas, {t 18 more nearly allied with “ The mighty lessons of Truth, Instead of Heavenly Twins" —expurgated, Of course — marrying her to the delightful Hick, the there Ix the usual young aristocrat who loved — author should have kept her single to ane voinan's Wife and was ught before he continue her career of righteous destruc- met the only woman he ought to have loved, An tion, Poor J English novel, written by a woman, that ta In- tended to stir np things always begins with that Kind of an episode. And the more reformatory the book is to be, the more attractive Ist oun: rake who starts the commotion, To Judge from contemporary fiction, the only men tn England that It ts worth whtle for an Intellectual woman to marry, and to save, are the gay young devils with an Interesting past. ment): What's that? Rat the women do set the standard terribly. “Lineman fer er wireless tele- st of the young men die or kUil them- aie vea.at the end of these stortes from trying to Staph comp'ny. ve up to the standards which the trreproachable xs Women, who permit them to love them, have “T Droch, A Real Sinecure. IRED TOMPKINS: There’s one job I wouldn't mind havin’, Horace, Huxory Horace (én amaze- “HAT man,” said the tax wet, A fast young man no doubt has an exciting dite. th : and Interesting Ife, in England to-day, while It assessor, is the pos- Jasts—Dbut the death-rate tsb sessor of untold wealth.” GIve Ht TH. comicbooks.com