cultivated for three thousand years. Sicilian life to-day is "almost wholly commercial." But

"Sicily's native strength is beginning to show itself again, and if there is a resurrection in store for Italian architecture and Italian art, I venture to say that it will begin in Palermo or some Sicilian city, and not in Florence nor in Rome. . . and if any such renewal of life is to come, I think it will proceed from Saracen or Norman beginnings."

Mr. Crawford's work is an unexcelled résumé for the historical scholar, the student of history, or for just the lover of good literature.

"No one should by any chance visit Sicily or southern Italy without first having read Mr. Crawford's book," says The Outlook, and the Brooklyn Eagle, after many other complimentary commer.ts, remarks: One wonders why all history can not be made as attractive as these volumes about early Italy."

BEING A BOY.

REAL BOYS. By Henry A. Shute. 257 pp. Price, $1.35.

G. W. Dillingham Company, New York.

"IN looking back thirty or more years," says Mr. Shute in the con

cluding chapter of the book before us, "it seems hard to realize that a generation has been born, and has grown to maturity since we were boys and girls together." In the busy life of to-day, reminiscences of childhood are often subjected to an early and violent death, and it is given to comparatively few of us to frame a true retrospect of the happiest days of our lives. Many of us are soured in temper and disposition; many, too, are so absorbed in the all important task of making a living, that it does not even occur to us to remind ourselves of the free and joyous time when we were real boys and real girls among other real children. But he must indeed be a stoic of the most orthodox brand who can fail to derive real pleasure from reading Mr. Shute's book. The various types of boyhood. there depicted-" Fatty," "Plupy," "Bug," "Skinny," and the rest of them are all true to life; and so are their escapades, their fights, and their "amourettes." Their boat-building, their excursion with the girls, their horse buying, and their imitation fair, are all part and parcel of the real lives of real boys-past as well as present-who were, or are, fortunate enough to breathe the air of a country town. To those who would spend a pleasant hour or two in dreams of their boyhood, and to city boys who know but little of the possibilities of field and wood and lake, this book recommends itself by the fact that it is true to its title.

HENRY A. SHUTE.

The critics all seem to be well impressed with this unpretentious little story. The Cleveland Leader, the Philadelphia Telegraph, the Toledo Blade, the Rochester Herald, the Baltimore Herald, the Chicago RecordHerald, the Worcester Gazette, and the Boston Herald, all speak well of it. "There is something essentially human in every page of the book," says the last-named paper, "and readers of all ages will be carried back to boyhood days."

BYRON VIVIDLY PORTRAYED.

LOVE ALONE IS LORD. By F. Frankfort Moore. Cloth, 506 pp. Price, $1.50. G..P. Putnam's Sons.

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HIS novel, based on Lord Byron's love for his cousin, Mary Chaworth, is one of Mr. Moore's best. Unlike Lord Beaconsfield's "Venetia,' it does not use fictitious names; and it follows closely the facts, save only that instead of ever contemptuously saying to her maid, as she really did, "Do you think I could care for that lame boy?" and always remaining indifferent to him-his cousin is drawn as loving Byron almost from the very first. The story ends with her in the act of leaving her reprobate husband to fly with him to one of the Ægean isles, when an accident renders Mr. Musters a hopeless paralytic, and she relinquishes the poet and stays to nurse her husband. It is a case of Lovelace altered

"You could not love me, dear, so much,

Loved I not honor more."

Her words to Byron are: "What would you think of a woman who would leave her husband after so terrible a thing had happened to him?

I know what would be on your mind every time you saw me, and I should be worthy only of the contempt in which you would hold me." The most striking scenes of Byron's life are vividly and brilliantly portrayed, and the presentation of Byron himself seems satisfying and convincing. Tho in the period of his life covered his character lacked the development it gained later, the germs appear that afterward expanded

not only into the sensualist of Venice but into the author of "Cain," into the hatred of cant that lashed a nation in "Don Juan," and into the love of freedom and of justice and all that, just before the poet's death, made his a nature in which good was triumphing over evil-a spirit preparing for a wider and a higher flight. Among the best epigrams are these: "Byron walked down a colonnade of silence" (on entering a London reception); "these little fantastic steps in the serious minuet of marriage" (of Lady Caroline Lamb's conjugal aberrations); one of the Blues-an isosceles triangle of a woman.' Mr. Moore's. is one of the books worth reading.

The Chicago Tribune declares that "Byron was never more interestingly and consistently presented," and many other papers speak well of Mr. Moore's novel. The New York Globe, however, thinks the author has done better in other works, and The Outlook, while admitting that "as a novel the book has vigor and interest," remarks that "as a presentation of Byron the poet, it is a failure."

NOT A WOMAN IN IT.

THE EDGE OF CIRCUMSTANCE. By Edward Noble. 361 pp. Price, $1.50. Dodd, Mead & Co., New York.

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N "The Edge of Circumstance" Mr. Noble has created a book with the qualities of a masterpiece. It is masculine from beginning to end; it has not a woman in it. It is a tale of the sea as different from the hackneyed pirate story, or the exploits of the usual well-bred athletic and handsome young hero who has to save some fair passenger, as real life is from the dream of a girl. The heroine of Mr. Noble's story, since it has no other, is the personality of a tramp steamer. She was a veritable Caliban of the sea, an unredeemable beast, the Schweinigel. And it was the work of rugged men, strong as lions, and human, to run her. She had strange habits, the Schweinigel. She was the least lady-like of craft. Sailors would not embark on her. They had to be caught "blind drunk" for the manning of this disquieting creature. She "rolled, plunged, and got rid of her appendages with scientific precision," she lost her boats, her men, or broke their limbs; she came in "surreptitiously in the dead of night, with the loss of three of her hands and all her boats, and slunk shamedly to her berth."

Some of the passages are astonishing in their rough splendor. "A stagnant breathless mist filled all space, and the Channel resounded with many fog-horns. . . . The seas rolled out of the thin white rain with a whelming rush that swallowed her to the bridge. The ship put her nose down and burrowed like a mole through the gray-green slopes, and the slopes spluttered around her heels in sheer joy, as a thing they had discovered to toy with." The style delivers blows; it rips the reader's mind lightly to let him know he has one; it takes him unaware, plays with him, is a tonic; it is the work of an "original" "Dagos," or "organ-grinders," picturesquely termed, were finally the only sailors who could be found to "man" the brute, if this masculine word be granted. But it took two strong Britishers to "put the fear of God into the dagos' hearts. The Britishers kept them working with scandalous.disregard for the measureless qualms of decadent manhood." From behind the level barrel of a revolver they were bidden to "do it, or die trying," but later the "pig Inglesos" had to suffer. At last misfortune came heavy upon them; the dagos were put off on an assisting liner; Shirwell and McGrabbut, with less than a half-dozen men, were left with useless engines and an all but devastated wreck of a boat that would not sink. It was partly resentment born of injustice, and partly an unfitness for trickery, which made them refrain from letting her make her exit by means of an open sea-cock, which was what her owners in Cardiff at last hoped and wished. The author grows Meredithian. McGrabbut had to acknowledge that this was become "an experience, perhaps even an expeeriment-a thing ca'd by some life, by others purgatory." His grim stoical humor, the terse words of Shirwell, whose grit is the backbone of the story, the various nationalities, including a French cook-steward, an American mate dying on the derelict, the German, English, and Jewish partners safe on shore-all these give a conglomerate color to the strangest of modern seatales. The portrait of the derelict alone will go down as a wonder of sincere portrayal. The poetry of the things is here plain, founded on a knowledge sharper than fancy. Those ladies of the author's preface who must have frocks to "wear with fascination," who must be left out of the cut and slash of affairs," will they enjoy them in this story? "Would it not sometimes be better," asks Mr. Noble, "if they did?"

This is "a remarkably good story," in the opinion of the Brooklyn Eagle; and so thinks the Baltimore News. "This is a strong piece of writing," declares the Denver Republican; and the New York Times Saturday Review thinks "it is a rarely good-even a great-book in some respects, and it seems destined to take high rank in the sea literature of its class. Says the New York Globe: "The influence of Conrad is noticeable in his writing. He has not the veteran's witchery of words nor art of construction, but the surge of the ocean is in his pages, and he is able to describe man's strife with the elements in a way that makes it seem intensibly real."

BOOKS RECEIVED.

"The Romance of Insect Life."-Edmund Selous. (J. B. Lippincott Company, $1.50.)

"The Romance of Mining."-Archibald Williams. (J. B. Lippincott Company, $1.50 net.)

"General Sociology."-Albion W. Small. (University of Chicago Press, $4.10 net.)

"Facts and Fancies for the Curious."-Charles C. Bombaugh. (J. B. Lippincott Company, $3 net.)

"The Wife of the Secretary of State."-Ella Middleton Tybout. (J. B. Lippincott, $1.50.)

"The Romance of Modern Mechanism."-Archibald Williams. (J. B. Lippincott Company, $1.50 net.) "The Search of the Castaways."-Jules Verne: (J. B. Lippincott Company.)

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'Riley Songs o' Cheer."-James Whitcomb Riley. (Bobbs-Merrill Company.)

"The Girls of St. Gabriel's."-May Baldwin. (J. B. Lippincott Company.)

"Handbooks of English Literature."-F. J. Snell. (Macmillan Company, 2 vols., $1 each.)

"Saddle and Song." (J. B. Lippincott Company, $1.50.)

"Two in Italy."-Maud Howe, (Little, Brown & Co., $2 net.)

"An Orchard Princess."-Ralph Henry Barbour. (J. B. Lippincott Company.)

Miss Cherry Blossom of Tokyo."-John Luther Long. (J. B. Lippincott Company, $2.50.)

"The Fields of France."- Madame Mary Duclaux. (J. B. Lippincott Company, $6 net.)

"Wilful Cousin Kate."-L. T. Meade. (J. B. Lippincott Company, $1.50.)

"White Washing Julia." - Henry Arthur Jones. (Macmillan Company, $0.75.)

"Jesus ard the Prophets."-Charles S. Macfarland. (G. P. Putnam's Sons.)

"The House by the River."- Florence Warden. (J. S. Ogilvie Publishing Company, $1.)

A World Without a Child."-Coulson Kernahan. (F. H. Revell Company, $0.50 net.)

"Child of the Stars."-Robert Valentine Mathews. (Edwin C. Hill Company.)

"King Leopold's Soliloquy."-Mark Twain. (P. R. Warren Company, paper, $0.25.)

"The Truth about the War."-J. Taburno. (Franklin Hudson Publishing Company, Kansas City, Mo., $1.50.)

"Essays in Application."

Henry Van Dyke.

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"Rhode Island."-Irving B. Richman. (Houghton, Mifflin & Co., $1.)

66 'American Statesmen." Edward Stanwood. (Houghton, Mifflin & Co., $1.25 net.)

"The Golden Goose." Eva March Tappan. (Houghton, Mifflin & Co.)

"Sir Gallahad of New France."-William Henry Johnson. (H. B. Turner & Co.)

"Cities of Paul." William Burnet Wright. (Houghton, Mifflin & Co.)

"The House of Merrilles."-Archibald Marshall. (H. B. Turner Company.)

"In Our Convent Days." Agnes Repplier. (Houghton, Mifflin & Co., $1.10 net.)

"The One-Hoss Shay."-Oliver Wendell Holmes. Illustrated by Howard Pyle. (Houghton, Mifflin & Co., $1.50.)

แ Back to Arcady."-Frank Waller Allen. (H. B. Turner Company; $1.25.)

"A Yankee in Pigmy Land."-Willian Edgar Geil. (Dodd, Mead & Co., $1.50 net.)

"Etna and Kirkersville."-Morris Schaff. (Houghton, Mifflin & Co.)

"Short Lives of Great Men."-Burnside and Owen. (Longmans, Green & Co., $1.25.)

"The Red Book of Romance." - Andrew Lang. (Longmans, Green & Co., $1.60.)

"Louisiana."-Albert Phelps. (Houghton, Mifflin & Co., $1.10 net.)

CURRENT POETRY.

A Patch.

(The Luther-Burbankian Version of Swinburne's A

Match.")

BY WILBUR D. NESBIT.

The pink is what the rose is,

The lily like the phlox;

I make them grow together,
In bright or cloudy weather,
In fields or flowerful closes,
In pot or window-box-
The pink is what the rose is,
The lily like the phlox.

The pear and the tomato,

The pickle and the plum,

Now fraternize as brothers,

And I have planned some others

I've grown a sweet potato

That gives us chewing-gum,
Paired with the pear-tomato,
The pickle and the plum.

With sugar-cane and quinces
And watermelon-vine
I'll grow you cans of jelly;
Or strands of vermicelli-

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Such the bohemian minces
And calls both fair and fine-
With sugar-cane and quinces
And watermelon-vine.

The pumpkin and the apple,
The apricot and peach,
Blend in a hybrid, handy

To boil to luscious candy,
Or can be turned to scrapple,
Commingled each with each-
The pumpkin and the apple,

The apricot and peach.

If burdock leaves were lettuce?

If onion tops were rye?

But why be speculating?

Speak up, and don't stand waiting.

Such problems do not fret us

You need not idly sigh:
"If burdock leaves were lettuce,
And onion tops were rye!"

The pink is what the rose is,
The lily like the phlox-
I join the pear and pansy,
To please my idle fancy;
They call such work osmosis,
But theories it mocks-
The pink is what the rose is,

The lily like the phlox.

-From Harper's Magazine (November).

Model K

"T

HIRTY to Sixty per cent!"

That is the estimated loss of power between Motor and Driving Wheels, on the average Car. And that loss occurs in transmission. When the power must pass through a complicated set of gear-wheels, sprockets and chains, before it reaches the driving axle, some loss is inevitable.

Many Cars waste as much power through such transmissions as would have driven the Car direct at ten miles an hour.

Forty horse-power developed by the Motor might thus mean little more than 20 horsepower delivered at the Driving Wheels.

Meantime, you pay the price of a 40-horsepower Motor, and you consume gasoline, lubricating oil, and electricity at the rate of 40 horse-power in such a Car, though you only get the propelling force of 20 horsepower. Wouldn't that set you thinking?

The Winston Model K Car conserves power. Its transmission is simple, jarless, free from chains, sprockets, jack-shaft, and yet gives direct drive on the "high-speed" gear.

No "sliding gear" to strip the cogs off gear wheels in emergency meshing, leaving the Car powerless till repaired.

No intricate "Planetary Gear" to consume the horse-power of the motor in unnecessary friction before it reaches the Driving Wheels. But, a simple Winton "Cone contact" system, which runs in oil and applies the motive power so gradually to the driving shaft that the Car starts off without the slightest jar, risk of wrenching, or stripping cogs off gear wheels.

There you have the principle of Winton transmission.

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To apply the Motor-power to the Driving Shaft you simply crowd a conical disk (on rear end of Motor shaft) into a concave disk (at forward end of driving shaft) and lock it there by a simple movement of hand lever.

The revolving disk of the Motor-shaft now comes gently into contact with the "standingstill" disk of the Driving-shaft.

For the first few turns it purposely slips a little on the face of the conical disk, till it squeezes out the thin film of lubricating oil collected there.

Then it gradually takes hold on the Conical disk and, by crowded contact, carries this conical (driving shaft) disk around with it till finally the latter travels at the same speed as the Motor shaft itself.

The "Change-speeds" to "half-speed" and "reverse speed" are worked on the same simple, noiseless principle.

And this Winton "Cone-clutch" transmits the power direct from Motor to Rear Axle, through a single flexible shaft, with minimum loss of Power.

The bearings of this shaft are enclosed in dustproof cases filled with lubricating grease, which eliminates all Noise and practically all Friction.

This single shaft dispenses with the unwieldy combination of two exposed chains that fill with mud, are noisy, subject to "back-lash" and that cannot be lubricated.

It also dispenses with exposed Sprocket Wheels that cannot be housed nor lubricated, that are subject to great wear,-that collect mud and grit which rapidly eat up the metal.

Such combination necessitates the unsightly Sprocket boxes on side of Car, which are a menace to every woman who attempts to get in or out of the tonneau.

The single flexible Driving Shaft and the Anti-Jar, Cone-contact Clutch, are only two of the eight conspicuous features found in the new Winton Model K.

-Vertical 4 cylinder motor, of 30 HorsePower or better.

-Three powerful brakes, two on rear wheels and one on driving shaft, will stop the Car in its own length.

-Winton Pneumatic Speed-Control, operated by foot pressure (or by thumb on steering wheel if preferred) gives a range of speed from 4 miles an hour to 50 miles, without touching a lever.

-Winton Twin-Springs, that adjust themselves instantly to light or heavy loads, on smooth or rough roads, and that nearly double the life of Tires.

-Infallible Ignition, which starts Car from Seat without Cranking.

-Automatic Compensating Carburetor.
-Big 34-inch tires on 12-spoke artillery

wheels.

-Magnificent Car Body, with superb upholstery and finest finish.

Price, $2,500, and only one type made this season. Compare it with the best $3,500 car on the market.

Write for Auto Book. Address,

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