he Daily British Whig D PAGES 8-16 KINGSTON ONTARIO, SATURDAY, MAY §, 1915 "THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY HAPPY WOMAN Anonymous, Moffat, Yard & Co. New York, Publishers. 373 Pages. Price, $1.50, R. Uglow & Co., City, Apparently we arc there are not many happy else why should this anonymous writer devote a book to the task of teaching her sisters how to be hap- py? Yet there is a place for just such a volume to serve as a guiding hand for those whose outlook upen life is distorted or whose actugl ex periences are distressing. Phé€ book is dedicated "To those who work, by one who works." Indeed, the whole secret of happiness 1s found in that one word "work." "The hap Py women," says the author, women who work; the unhappy ones, those who are idle." The statement needs some qualification of course, but it nevertheless contains a great truth, albeit an old one. Does marriage spell happiness for the average woman? Quite clear ly the author does not think so, for she tells us on the first page that "Married women in the cage want to get out. Unmarried women out of the cage want to break in..* The Sisterhood of ° Discontent says things have all gone askew, that they are unfairly handicappea on all counts. But: the author asks: "Is the old world voeal of womanhood out of joint? Or is it that we are 80 attuned to the wail of discontent that we fail to note a world vocal with the music of the spheres: joy at work; service rendered in glad- ness, not grudgingly; zest of life; reapers garnering sheaves in sun- light; women laughing with children at play?" The outlook upon life and ite 'regponsibilities and its privi- leges ig the cause of much of this disquiet. Many girls are brought up in a sort of "dolce. far niente" OF A that women, to infer give them, not what they were to give life. The writer has set down ner ows sons of help and inspiration. Her story should put to shame the weakl- ings who waste their energy in self- | pity and aceusations against fate. It | which a | courageous and enduring spirit tri- | is the record of a life in umphed over physical handieaps and adverse circumstances, Listen to this sane and wholesome conclusion: "I had set out in life wanting pas- sionately to know if suffering were necessary, challenging the pious blasphemy that it was God's will women should suffer ill; and I have necessary, entirely human and hand- made, quite as much of it resulting from fumble fingers and thick brains as from deviltries; and the most of it from sheer, dense, egotistical stu- pidity. "I had learned that yon can't break law; it breaks you; but I had to go a pace farther along the road before I found the way out that 'na- ture ever faithful is to such as trust her faithfulness'; that, if you kick against law, you'll only bark your shins; but that if you harness law and steer with it, not against it, there is no harbor of human happi- ness whither you may not sail." In this autobiography the writer considers the hardest. and sternest "are the | | ture concerns his motor | variety, | mantic history. life story, and drawn from it les- | {lands of 'Calffornia. { journey, with Murphy as guide, for | little has escaped his appreciative | gituations known to womankind and {arrives at sensible, cheerful conclus- | fons in every case. Getting the right viewpoint, she points out, is essen- tial; thinking right and doing right will conquer dissatisfaction and fail- urg "1 used to read the Bible back- ward and forward, and inside and back gain," declares this hap- py woman. "I wanted facts I coulg anchor to everlastingly, and never get fooled . I did not read the Bible for the sake of "being good.' I read if with fevered afixiety for facts to steer by." That is just what we are given in this book--'"facts to steer by," It is therefore an excel- laut book to place in the hands of growing girls and unhappy women. ON SUNSET HIGHWAYS. By Thomas DD, Murphy Company, Boston, publishers. lustrated. Price, $3.00, & Co. city. . This 1- 3. Uglow is another California book. {In fact, California seems to be quite the vogue these days, alike for globe-trotters, novelists and descrip tive writers, Mr. Murphy is a con- firmed traveller, and has the faculty of describing in a very readable man ner all that he sees. While at home he manufactures beautiful calendars, ete, in his big plant at Red Oak, Iowa. Now we know where all the charming pictures on the calendars come from: Murphy takes his cam- era and benzine buggy and hies him thither and yon across Europe, Am- | erica or wherever his vagrant fancy suggests. A few weeks ago we re viewed on this page his book on Eu- ropeaon travel--""On Old World Highways." His latest literary ven. California. 1t ig illustrated with six- teen colored plates and over twige as many reproductions tr duogfavure. | A road-map of the state, very useful {for motorists, is included. of | pampered dreams of what life was to | Califor. nia he describes as-a "motor para- dise."" In scenic beauty and wide none can equal her; nor does she lack for the charm of ro- The author has gne- ceeded in reflecting by description {and picture something of the charm {of this favored country. He takes the reader with him in delightful rambles round about Los Angeles, San Diego, Santa Barbara, Monterey, San Francisco and San Antonio, or {through the Imperial Valley, the Clear Lake" Valley and the Nether- It is a charming eye or his ever-ready camera. The delight of the book is in no small measure due to its fine letterpress {and rich binding. come far enough along the road to! know that the most of misery is un- | THE VALLEY OF FEAR. A. Conan Stoughton, Toronto, Publishers. Mustrated. Price, $1.25. BRB. Uglow & Co., City. A mystery story by such a pasi- master in the art as Conan Doyle is bound to make you sit up and take notice of it. It gets a grip on your interest that does not let go until you come to the last word in the last chapter. In the "Valley of Fear" wo have Sherlock Holmes, the great By world more alluring than ever. out | The Page | rambles in | Doyle. * Hodder & | a Mother Still ; the Holiest Thing Alive." in detective fiction, Around him he has woven many an interesting yarn, and with him he has solved many an intricate problem. Few of the stor- jes, however, excel the present one, ) either in the plot or in the presenta- tion of it The scenes in the first part of the book are laid in England. Here, in a beautiful old castle, lived a retired American and his charming wife. They were rich and popular. One night the man is found murdered, with a branded mark upon his arm. Who was the murderer ? Why the peculiar brand ? The scene of the story shifts from the quiet Sussex estate to a rough mining town in the United States. Here lawlessness reigned supreme, and the Brother- hood of Scowrers waged relentless and bloody war against the capital- istic mine-owners. Their lodge meetings and strong-arm tactics are vividly portrayed. Lots were drawn as to who should silence the next un- lucky victim of their displeasure. | Among them comes one more deter- mined and bloodthirsty than the rest. He soon: gained an ascendancy in | their councils, and rapidly qualified himself as a leader. Then, just as a most hideous plot was on the eve of execution, he reveals himself as a great Pinkerton detective, and rounds up his former pals. The story of the exposure is a thrilling one, while the descriptions of west ern life in that particular section make entertaining reading. Need- less to say, the detective"s life was not worth much in those parts just then. He finally seeks a haven in England, but even there the ven {geance of the mysterious Brotherhood follows him. In the end he frus- trates their plans, for the bouy ais- covered is not his at all, but that of his 'enemy's agent. The working out of this ruse is a most interesting part of an interesting book, and it would be unfair to the reader to re- | veal it here. To those who like a | rattling good detective story, we can heartily recommend this new book of Conan Doyle's. BEFORE THE GRINGO CAME. By Gertrude Atherton, McClelland, Goodchild & Stewart, Toronto, Publishers. Price, $1.35. R. Ug. low & Co., City, The western states have found in | {| Miss Atherton a loyal and worthy in. \lerpreter and exponent. In her late successful novel, "Perch of the De- vil,"" she gave us some splendid de- ! scriptions of life and scenery in a | | Montana mining town. In her new | book she pictures. for us the golden | land: of - California as it was under Spanish rule, Those splendid, color- ful days are recalled in fiction of a | most readable quality. Just at pre- sent, when the Panama-Pacific Expo- sition has brought California very much to the front, tales of early con quests and éxploits make ready read- ing. "Before the Gringo Came" com- prises . the author's two long stor. ies, '"Rezanov' and "The woman." adventurer, who dreamed of an em- | pire on the Pacific. The brilliant daughter of the Spanish governor was only a means to further his am. | bitions till love caught them both iand sent' him on the journey half {across the world that was to win her to him despite all the barriers of race and creed. The hardships of the ov- erland fourney to the Russian capital | resulted in his death, and with him {died the dream of a great Russian {empire from Alaska to the equator, of the beautiful Chonita, known as {the "Doomswoman," and her love | for Diego, the hope of a rival house. {In her struggle of love and intellect |against pride and tradition is typi- | fied the metamorphosis of California (from Latin to American ideals, Dooms- | The first unfolds the stir- | ring romance of the great Russian | | Stirring and passionate is the story | : M. PADEREWSKI'S PLEA. for Starving The present terrible war is, on the | eastern front, raging exclusively over | Polish soil. It is sweeping away ev- | ery sign of civilization, destroying | dwellings, devastating fields, gar- | dens, and forests, starving and ex- | términating human beings and ani- mals alike. that of England and- Scotland to- gether has been laid waste. Two hundred towns, 1,400 churches, 500 villages have been completely ruined. The losses in property de stroyed -and in agricultural, indus- trial, and commercial brought to a standstill amount to £500,000,000. A total of 17,000,- 000 inhabitants is continuously en during the horrors of this gigantic struggle; over 10,000,000 people, most of them belonging to the labor- fous, peace-loving rural population, have neither shelter nor bread. Nobody eould picture in imagina- tion the size of the calamity which has befallen our unfortunate country, once a mighty and glorious kingdom. No one could put into words how ap- palling is our distress, A few days ago I appealed to my friends, humbly asking them tc help my so cruelly stricken nation. With a promptitude and generosity for which 1 ean never be grateful en- ough, they responded to my appeal, and responded in such a way that I should be feeling the proudest and happiest of men were the occasion not so tragically sad. But however aoble are the hearts of my support- ers, however great their generosity, the means they kindly put into my hands will relieve but a limited num-| bers of sufferers. . And there are mil- lions of families helpless, hungry, perishing, In the face of such a disaster my individual effort must remain inef- ficient, kind's pity can surmount so immense a wave of human misery. I know the sacrifice imposed upon the liberality of the British people, «rd yet I am certain that there is no | stul in this magnanimous country whe would condemn me for asking: Some seed for the Polish farmer! Some bread for the Polish women and children!----1, J. Paderewski, | The Man on Watch Still the debtors go to jall---at | least- some of them---as they did in ithe time of Charles Dickens. But the Frontenac jail is not a bad place in which to live. So Col. Hunter is the legal ad An area almost equal to | 1. | production | Only a great wave of man. | SOME OTTAWA GLIMPSES Special Correspondence by H. F. Gadsby. | Autobiography of a Sham Shoe In the battle thunder do not for- get me. If I did not distinguish my- self at Neuve Chapelle and Lange- marck it was not my fault. I was wil- ling enough but I never had a chance I am one of the sham shoes. My twin--I am the surviving member of a pair--was incinerated with a lot of ofpper garbage at Salis- bury Plain, but T escaped to Canada through the good offices of the Cap- tain, who was anxious to show the parliamentary committee what the | profit-making patriots were putting over in the way of shoes for the sol- diers. His language as he tied me up ticketed me was quite unfit to print. { The mildest thing he said was | "Damn!" 5 I was born somewhere in August, 1914, at a shoe factory in Montreal. | The auspices were happy. My godfa- | | ther, who is a director and heavy shareholder in the business, gave me | & rattling good start. He looked me over, 1 remember, and said some- thing about every peg riviting the Empire morc firmly together. My | godfather is a pleasing speaker, who | sees sermons in stones, books in the running brooks and metaphors in ev- erything. He has a patriotic lecture which has been successful at many tea | meetings and he' is so intensely de- dicated to public life on the highest moral plane that he has no time to | This probably explains why I went | to the bad in short order although I | was the object of a good man's pray- | ers at the outset. Too much prayer, | perhaps, and too little real leather. | At any rate I didn't last. I hadn't | the stuff in me. | my godfather. {tee who will not let the Breath of scandal touch his name. What I am { saying is that he doesn't get dawn to {brass tacks. He Is so unworldly that | he doesn't want to know how his | shoes or his dividends are made. { If you ask me, I would say that the | factory superintendent {is the man | who is responsible for my weakened | constitution. After prayer was over, viser of the Portsmouth village coun- | | heard him giving orders to the cil. The aged colonel look out for trouble for he is not a | graduate of Osgoode Hall and the lawyers will he after him for giving good advice for nothing. The Lampman's friend Zaccheus {cannot have a musical ear when he |refuses to include the bagpipes | among the "musical" instruments, Policeman Arniel is now convinced | that a stop-watch is greater than a peeler's club. A stop-watch and a i little mathematics catch the auto- | mobile speeders on the streets. The | Lampman supposes that the Police | Commission will now require the { police to take a course in the higher | mathematics. | Just imagine Canada retaliating on | Germany for murdering a British | subject, The Lampman cannot imag- {ine such a thing after he read over | the detailed statements. of grub sup- { plied prisoners of war in Fort Henry and in Germany. Excuse him for detective, resurrected, and he comes 'W'hege stories reveal to us the life [calling the German diet "grub." back to a waiting and expectant and atmosphere of that western land | In | during the period preceding the com. | They say that--by filling a man's him Doyle has created perhaps the ing of the Gringo, the name given to | stomach you reach his heart, but it greatest and most popplar character | Americans by the Spaniards. would take a bayonet to reach the had better' pead foreman. i "Bill," he said, "loy- | alty is one thing and three dollars { and eighty-five cents a pair is anoth- ler. We'll have to do the best we | can for tLe firm." After that there was a highly tech- nical conversation, which, being no anatomist, I did not understand, but I heard Bill say, "We can make sixty cents a pair if we use split leather in- stead of storm call." and the super- intendent replied; "Well let it go at that," 'Then thdy both winked and I had a feeling that I was being hum- bugged, As far as I could see, I was a handsome shoe with a healthy out- door tan, but somehow or other I knew that the elements of strength were lacking. My twin brother and I passed the inspection with flying colors. There were three inspectors and they were paid by the Government not to hurt heart of some of those German pris- ouners of war in Fort Heary. ,The Lampman understands that | seme red-whiskered individual in | Fort Henry Js posing as a German Count. It wouldn't add to his re- spectability if he was a real one, but the fact is that he is not what he pretends to be. He's a fake pure and | simple. The Lampman learns that a young man, who was fined in Police Court tallon as a despatc Chl. "Bill" Hughes had just been able to take along with him the bother himself with sordid details. | I am not blaming! Ile is a fine man and | | evidently has friends on thé commit- | our feelings. One inspector, who knew something about leather, took | me up and said "Humph!"" He pas- |#ed me on to the second inspector | who knew as much about shoes as I | do about glass-blowing, and he said | "Good!" The third | knew still 'Jess, said "Very good!" { and the ordeal was over, My broth- {er and I had been taken from the | middle of a great stack of shoes as | a fair sample and the other thous- | and pairs were passed, so to speak, | on our recommendation. {ned in my presence and no shoes were pulled to pieces by the Inspec- { tors. They were nice, kind inspec- tors and they didn't want to cut shoes | up, which is a way some inspectors | have when they are anxious fo get at | tors were not that sort. Any cutting | up there was to do they left to the | | field of battle. | While we were "in stores" my bro- inspector, who | At all ev- | ents, none of those shoes were exami- | the inside of a bad job. Our inspec- | | ther and I heard many startling tales | | They are old stories now so I will | not repeat them. The worst one was | that a Halifax regiment had been ob- liged to parade with shingles tied to served with having gone to pieces in- side of two weeks. I could hardly heard Major Gen. Sam Hughes deny the statement a liar, But that does not settle it In my mind. I know the Major General's airy way of brushing aside disagreeable- truths and 'my own experience teaches me not to regard his as the last word. I'll go { on believing my own eyes----I used to have a dozen of 'em before they got ripped out-- before I'll believe the Major General. Luckily my brother and I were not served out until the troops were leav- ing Valear(ier Camp. As the Atlan- tic Ocean is not hard on shoés we were in fine condition on reaching Salisbury Plain. The feet we honor: ed belonged to Private Jones of the Umpty Umpth and he was proud of us formas much as two parades. After that came a route march and when Private Joues returned' from a ten mile tramp we had both n. black from sheer mortification, e re- mainder of our able-bodied existen- ce was not quite a month and we ne- ver got our healtliy color back, al- though Private Jones polished and greased and rubbed and gave us plenty of complexion food. About the third week on Salis- busy Plain, the hardships began to tell. You will notice that there are three black bars on my instep. That me out at a stove. I have since heard the lawyer for the defence ar- gue before the committee that a shoe has to let water in before it can let water out #nd that the free circula- tion of water is a good thing for a soldier's shoe. But Private Jones did not think that way. He was mortally afraid of wet feet and when- ever 1 filled up with water he made a their feet, the shoes they had been | believe it at the time and I have since | the facts and call theofficer who made | was when Private Jones tried to dry | i | quality, : . mm SECOND SECTION | potnt of bailing me out. Finally, it | Bot to a stage where Ne couldn't ex- | clude the weather any longer and | when my split leather sides glued to- | gether by hydraulic pressure melted {away one slushy afternoon, he al- most despaired. However, he was a | good soldier and he stuck to me as | long as he could. It was only when | my eyes gave out, and my heel went | back on me and the front half of my | sole came off in the middle that he {took his courage in his bands and | went down to the village and bought | a new pair out of his own pay. Of | course my twin brother was in a bad | shape as I was. Both our shoes were as rotten as a novel by Gabriel D'an- | nunzio. We kicked around the hut long en- | ough after that to hear what we had | done to Private Jones. He came { down with pneumonia, had to be sent back to the base hospital and had a deuce of a time altogether. The poor fellow had started out on a cageer of glory but my brother and I did a lot to put him off the track. TI am glad to hear that he is fighting in Fland- ers now and that he has a pair of | shoes that will help him more than I did. My brother, as I sald befofe, found his way to the garbage pile, but 1 was lucky enough to come under the notice of General Alderson, who had | just cabled that the shoes were rot- ten and had received a reply from the Minister of Militia that a consigh- ment of overshoes was being sent to | replace them, "These colonials," the General | sald, with a grim smile, "have a { queer sense of humor, Captain Brown," he raid, turning to his adju- tant, "you might cable back that all | the overshoes In the world will got | take the place of the regulation army | shoe, or words to that effect. Bundle up a few of these shoes and send them along as Exhibit A," - And that's how I came to revidit Ottawa and appear before the parlia- mentary committee. 1 never expeet- ed to see my native land and my high-minded godfather again. I have seen both and I can die happy now that I have had a chance of telling what I think of them. I can't say that 1 have enjoyed myself for last six weeks tied up with hund; of others as dilapidated as myself. We're an awful mess. The law, for the defence never looks at Neither does Chairman Middlebro nor the other Conservative members of the committee. 1 can never cop- vince thé because they won't let me, but Mr. Murphy and Colonel Macdonald have taken up my case and I don't doubt I'll get justice in the minority repo Meanwhile, if it wasn't such a ser- fous matter I could laugh at some of the arguments that are being put up. One man had the nerve to say that the soldiers had tender feet and that was why they had to Nave tender shoes. They were tender enough--I can vouch for that----#0 tender, that they fell apart without boiling, but I don't think tenderness is a military Another man swore that the shoes were all right but that the soldier's toe nails were too long Fo waggled through. He suggested that the medical examination should be extended to bar soldiers with long toe nails. Can you beat that? I have little left to live for but I am in hopes to serve my country yet: My wish is to fall into the hands of a Liberal candidate and accompany him through the next election cam- paign. He needn't make any speech- es. If he will just place me on the table along with the water pitcher and the presentation bouquet, I will do all the talking.