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Try It on the 'rook you have just finished reading un«3 send In your review to The Little Review Department of The Sioux C'ty Trib une. The Hook and Gift Shcp, Sioux City, la., will give a prize, the win ner’s choice’ of any $2 book in their shop to the one writing the cleverest review. This is a weekly feature of our Saturday Book Colurr. n, so watch for your review next week If it doesn't get In In time for this week. The prize winner for ‘his weyk bi Nina R. Craw, of £j.*.rf>orn, la, WJ haven’t read ?(r. Burt’s story but this Is surely a splendid summ«\ry ol (he swialleii ‘‘society” novel. Write to the Book and Gift Shop, Misj Craw, and claim your prlzw," And after you get it, review *t fey us. Wo want to see yoften La print. The Interpreter’s House By Struthers Burt The hero of this rather wordy story, Gulian Eyre, returns to hlx New York home after a numbsr ci years in foreign parts, only to find himself a misfit in the business and social life of his earlier year*. Something of a cynic, x wouldb* philosopher, aim0.0j human at tin;** —usually when thcVe are ladies at dinner—he worries i'yis verbose way through an affair of tho heart W'itta the alluring, unscrupulous Vida, al ready married, to eventually find his long-delayed happiness With a young thing who calls him names— and I don’t blame her! A Near Winner Miss Agnes Kavvleigh at Slona City sends in the following lpl-aftest teg review of one of Thomas Dixon's hooks. Again we confess lgn.oranc% we’ve never read this book either, but judging from her review It Ui one peculiarly apropos right now. The Black Hood By Thomas Dixon Some of cur present day political Intriguing, romantically and histor ically set In Carolina, following the Reconstruction- period. Is vividly portrayed in a local organization Intended to meet an Immediate V*«*d, ita original membership and high Ideals that were soon lost in a pr» tense of righteousness, blgot'ry and hatred, entirely Ignoring, even burn ing the Constitution, but ending la disorder, lawlessness and riot. Th« author’s conclusion is summed up In the two outstanding expres sions: “One NEVER needs disguise to d* good.” “There Is only room for ONE uni form in this country.” Rev. Mr. Snyder, even in the short life of this hook page, we value q« a friend and ally. Among many good ones, it la hard to chodso tho best, hut I personally enjoyed this charmingly written summary of a rather light weight hook. W. j. I.ocke h:ia written a rattling good adventure tale and love story In "The Coming of Amos.” Amos Is a freak, but a lovable* one. The Princess—well, we can’t blame the middle aged artist v.-ho tells the story for loving her. And the vil lain is a real one. You are glad that the window is open when ho and Amos finally get together. And you are glad that Amos, as ho moves through his tortuous course of religtgus evolution, finally aban dons celibacy for the Little Princess. Another Lie Nailed. * From the Los Angeles Times. Now one of the professors at Bel -<t tells u.< that most of this talk about caveman methods la poppy cock. The old idea was that In pre historic times the hardy native did his courting with a club. When he wanted a woman he knocked her on the bean with a massive mallet and carried her off like a sack of cats. But this Wisconsin educate? says_ that this is fiction. Ho has been reading the tablets and otherwise delving in the past and he says that tho earliest lovers were not harsh. They strung beads for their sweet hearts. They made holes in quaint pieces of wood and threaded them on thongs. Likewise they made strange Bounds that served as music. They did not play the ukulele or carry chocolate creams, hut their methods were not vastly different from those of our twentieth-century Lotharios. The pioneer lover did not attempt to Impress his sweetie with a granite adze. Instead lie brought her violets from the wildwood and he sat In front of her cave stringing funny things on a strand of gut- He even raised hla voice in song. The love which makes the world go ’round has been much the same for all ages and with all peoples. Banks Like Individuals. P.DSi the Nebraska Democrat. T/e. aro told that the bank failures now growtng so common In Iowa, Illinois and some other parts of the land, east ol us, ts due to the War Finance Corporation deflating quite rapidly—withdrawing $493,000,000 of the $000,000,000 they havq been hav ing at their command. This demon strates that even the banks aro much like people. When the imperative call for cash comes, and they have not tfot It, they don't pay it. When a similar deflation struck Nebraska when the Federal Reserve deflation was holding the place In the lime light, the Nebraska state guarantee law was the salvation of many a bank and business in this stale. Iowa is not so blessed. Quicker the Better. From the University of Iowa Frivol. A clergyman received the follow ing notice regarding a marriage that was to take place: "This Is to glvo you notis that I and Miss Jemima Brealy is com’ to your church on Saturday afternoon r.axt to undergo the operation af matrimony at your hands. Please be prompt, as the taxi Is hired by the hour." . - --1 - The Persian parliament has sanction ed the kill exen\l'ttng from customs duties for a decade agricultural and technical machinery and aeces-sories. An exception Is made in the bill with regard to machines for sewing, em broidering, printing and engraving. BREEME HOUSE | By j£p.therine Newlin Burt | He looked blankly enough at the “Lady .Jane’’. The picture hung on the eastern wall facing the sunset. To the color of the painting, time or skill had gh'cn a strange silvery brightness. The figure was of a young girl lean ing against an urn, her ringlets classically bound, a scarf float- j ing about her shoulders, her slim, round body simply draped. Thy light, dappling through the trees above her, changed to sil ver on her skirt, her curls were of an ashen brown, her grey brown eyes were sidelong in their glance, her smile seemed tremulous. It was a cool, soft, shining figure, beautiful as showers and shadows. “Who is it?’’ demanded Claire, with ringing impatience of his silence. “It’s a great-great-or-so-grand mother of mine, I be-•” “Nonsense! I know that, of course. But don't you see the likeness? Look hard. Use your eyes. Bee it for the first time. Make a frame for her face with your two hands, so!’’ Alee obeyed. No sooner had his long hands shut out the ring lets and the scarf, then he gave a little jump of surprise. “Jane!” said he. “That’s queer enough.” “Did you ever see anything po striking? It’s just Jane’s face, line by line, and Jane’s figure, too; only Jane’s thinner. The coloring is exactly hers. The costume disguises it, and the pos? and the way the hair is done. To me this is the most thrilling thing imaginable.” “Why?” he asked, looking vvonderingly at her. “To see a face handed down, feature by feature, like that, through eight, ten—how many generations? To think that Jane is an embodiment—a reinearna ! tion of that lady dead so long ago? To know that your great I great-areat-or-so-grand-raother is | actually living her life again in her own flesh and blood, goes laughing about her old home, running up and down those stairs, looking down over the gallery at her own pictured self-” “Oh, I say, you know!” grinn ed Alee, “don't make a ghost of poor little Jane, That’s hardly fair!” “A ghost! A ghost, indeed! Nothing so banal as that! Cj n you stand there, you, and not see the enchantment of all this?’ —she swung round her arm to Indicate the hall. “To you it’s just homo, I suppose. What op portunities are wasted in this world! If 1 were Jane! If I were you! ’ ’ “That’s rather rot, isn’t it?" said he. He had found out that she demanded franla ess rather than deference. “ItV because you a en't used.to it. You see it all from the outside, 't looks jolly romantic—portraits, and the old house, and all that. When you’ve been here a few weeks you’ll get over it. Jane’s face is all very well, and happens to be ’ike a lady’s that lived in sixteen hundred and something; but it doesn't follow that she’s a rein carnation. Hope she isn't, at any rate! That would be rather a shame, ydu see.” “Why would it he a shame?" asked Ci.nre thoughtfully. She stood now a little distance off, half turned from him, looking up at the ancestress. “Because the lads wasn't especially enviable. She had rather a tliiu time of it, and died , young.” “How do you mean— a tlun time of it’?” demanded Claire over her shoulder. “Do tell me the story, and toll it nicely. Not a lot of slang, and trying to make nothing of it all. 1 do hate cynicism! I can’t see why s> many boys nowadays try to sneer the beauty out of everything.’ Tremont smiled a little. At twenty-six, rather an experienced, twenty-six, he did not consider himself “a bov’’. He wondered how old Miss Wilton might be. Not more than twenty-three surely. She was a high-handed creature, to be sure, needed a tight rain, and had probab]} never had it. She had told him that her mother had died when she was born, her father a year or bo ago, and that her guardian* lure re just “ abstractions’*. "Wha-r 5 I a life she must have had of it-— money to burn, no doubt, and tht whole world at her feet! And she w'as silly enough to envy Jane and him ! His voice sounded dull and lifeless, after Claire’s She looked at him curiously, struck for the first time by some thing in him that was neither flippancy nor sullenness. “She was Lady Jane Ross of Ross House, in the north”, said Tremont, “and she Jived in the time of the Civil wars, Round heads and Cavaliers. The Ross’s were king’s men, so were the Breemes. The Earl of Breeme then was Rufus. His picture isn’t in the hall, for reasons. Of course, not being here, he is al ways reported to be the hand somest earl of the whole line— I almost said of the whole lot; wotild that have been slang? He met her at a London fete of some sort, and when she was retired to her estate, he came riding thither one April day, the story goes, to ask her hand of Lord Ross. Of course, she knew what he was coming tor, and, being smitten with shyness, ran into the garden. He saw, and follow ed her under the trees, where he wooed and won her. She prob ably looked very much as she does in the picture, standing at bay, and shaking all over, as Jane does nowadays when she goes in to meet strangers, poor child! Shortly after the bethrth al it came out that Rufus had been secretly involved on Crom well’s side, against the king. The betrothal was broken, and, when King Charles came into his own, the earl fled overseas, his estates and title were bestowed, with his bride, upon the second brother, Humphrey. He hangs beside her there.” Claire just glanced at the long faced gentleman with his curls and idle fingers. “.What a shame!” she cried. “Jane should have followed Ru fus into exile.” “Nyver say that!” protested Alec in mock horror. “The Breemes were loyal men. They wiped the name of the traitor off their scroll. I am a direct descen dant of the younger son, you see. Rufus was never heard of again.” “But Jane? Was she happy?” “They say that she was never happy; that she pined, and died very young, a few years after Sir Anthony painted this portrait of her. The story goes that she died with Rufus’s name on her lips, catling to him to carry her away with him over the seas. Bui that’s all legend, of course. Robin always makes a very pret ty story of it when he takes the tourists over the place. Robins’s a character. You know Robins, of course?” “Oh, yes; very well indeed!” nodded Claire. “He’s a dear old soul. He fits in here so well. They must have built him when Ihey built the Hall. It’s all so restful. “This”—with one of her possessive looks about the- room —“this is my first real holiday from living.” “Mercy on us! Not exactly complimentary that. Holiday from living sounds—” “ Yes. It sounds as though 1 were having a dull time. But I’m not. I’m having the splendidest time I’ve ever had. You see, as I told you, once. I’m rather unusually unfortunate. I've no background—no home, no house, no family; I’m always in other people's houses t>r- in hotels. Now in a way, just be cause this is so old, it’s more my house than any newer place would be. Do you understand i ”1 think so,” he answered ab sently, bis mind busy with the nv./nory of Aline’s cold sugges tion. “No. I don’t belive you do understand. But it doesn’t mat ter. You’re only part of the , scenery to me. I don't want any i of you to understate 1 me. That doesn’t count. 1 want to do the understanding._ Of course, to amuse myself, I play At being one of you—” A deep flush colored Alce’s face. Claire^stopped short and looked at him. ‘ AYhat arc you blushing for?’ said she. Alee laughed, and the flush increased. Claire puzzled over hiir a moment before giving \l up. ‘‘I suppose you won’t tell me,” she aighed. ‘‘It must have been something I said. I shall go up to dreo3. Thank you for the atory. You told it very well, though without much feeling. Poor little Lady Jane! I wish Rusus had come back to carry her away.” Tremont followed her to the foot of the staircase and watched her mount it. From the gallery she looked down at him. ”Jf '-ou don’t tell me why you were blushing,” said she, ‘‘I shall begin to guess; and I’m a wonder at guessing.” The flush came back fourfold as he ■ taminered : “You c-couldn’t p-possibly. B-besidis, I wasn’t!” Her laugh rang out through the dimness of the hall. Then the re 1-gold head disappeared. The hr- ly Jane was left, in silvery possession. Tremont turned and looked moodily up into her face. CHAPTER VII BRITOMART TO THE RESCUE The Miss Meriden with the cur ly bang came promptly to pay her re: peets to the American guest at Breeme House. They were s'tting out on the terrace. Below, under the trees, Aline Parkes was playing with the children. “All ie is a dear, don’t yrm think?” questioned Miss Meri den. “I V ink she is a most inter esting girl, though I’ve hardly talked to her yet. She doesn’t like me.” “Not really? Are yon sure you’re right, Miss Wilton! She has said nice things about ^vou— really.” “Has she? I wish I could see more of her. But she’s very busy with the children.” “Oh, yes, she is. She’s rather old for her age, don’t you think? She has had so much trouble and respon.s iblity; she has been so very pmr. When dear Mr. Parkes died, the five children were actually destitute. The oldest boy, younger than Aline, was given a position in some London house. They are all separat _*d. Two little girls have gone to a cousin; and another, of about sixteen, is teaching, in poor little thing. We all hoped Aline would marry Sir Geoffrey Brooke. You know in the red house over beyond Five Pas tures. You’ve probably met him! No? You will soon; he’s over here often. He is in love with A.line, we all believe. But it doesn’t seem to come to any thing. lie is such a splendid fel low; rot so handsome as Lord Tremont, perhaps, and much old er, but—” “Is Lord Tremont in love with her?” asked Claire. Miss Meriden opened her round blue yes, while a deep crimson dyed her face. “Oh, mercy no! What an idea! 1 hope I didn’t give you thar. im pression. Oh, no, of course not! Rather not!” Claire was a little taken aback by this very emphatic denial. Presently other visitors gather ed on the terrace. Amongst them was Sir Geoffrey Brooke, him seif. There was such kindly hu mor in his eyes, and ?uch quiet confidence in his frientiy man ner that Claire liked hm at ance. He suggested tennis. “You Americans are real scientists at ’he game, Miss VAUun. lake me on as your pa".ncr. do! I’m a had loser, you see. You and 1 against Tremon: and Miss Merid >n, what?” Cla’re was a poor player, but her partner’s good humor never flagged. He took her halls for her and perseveringly apologized for taking them, lie won every point that was won on their side all throngn the set. and tried to make out that every miss of hers was entirely owing to his own clumsiness. When it was over, lie gravely congratulated her on her play; he, of course, had lost the seti She shook her head at him. “You’re very sarcastic. I am going to provide you with a bet ter portlier for the next set.” “Oh you Americans,” lie pro tested, “is there no enjoyment for you unless you win. Don t \ on ever play, just for the pleasure of the garnet” llis complaint was in vain. “Don’t start the next set for a few minutes, will you. \our next partneV will be here almost directly.” As she ran off across the lawn to the house, his steady eyes fol lowed her with warm admira tion. “Dy Jove,” he said to himself, “there’s a woman for you!” He joined Tremout and Miss Meriden, who filled up tJie pause with her questioning chatter. Presently Brooke called out: “Why, here comes Aline; with her racket too! Well isn’t that ripping of Miss Wilton? 1’U bet she went and routed her out of the nursery to make her play. Now we shall have some tennis, what?” “Miss Wilton,” said Aline, ns she came up to them with her faintly ironical smile, “has turn* ed me out of my job. She’s In sisted on being governess for a change. It’s tennis, isn’t it? Who’s playing? Who wants me?” “I want you. You’re playing with me,” said Brooke promptly. “Miss Wilton lias ordered it; ours but to do or die. Come along.” She glanced for an instant at Alec as she moved to the desig nated court, but Tremont's eyes studiously avoided her. iTe was handing the balls to Miss Meri den for her service. Aliao played a magnificent game. She was as swift as an arrow, and her face brightened with the exercise. After a couple of lively sets, Miss Meriden took her leave, Alec escorting her to Lady Breemo. Aline and Brooke were left to gether. A sort of comfortable silence fell upon them. Aline moved to the shadow of a tree and sat down on the grass, lie stood abotfe her, fastening his cuffs. “How goes it?” he asked her pleasantly. Aline gave him one of her most twisted smiles. “Oh, it goes as nursery governessing usually goes. I praise and punish and play the part of a supposedly infallible Providence to Vi and Humphrey. They don’t seem to have found me out yet, though lately”-—hero she turned sideways, propped her chin in her hand, and bent her face down—“like everyone else, they’ve began to transfer their allegiance to Miss "VVilton.” He sat down beside her, and made a deliberate selecton from the long grasses. “Like everyone else?” he questioned. “Remember, I’m joking. You must learn not to take me seri ously, Sir Geoffrey.” Sir Geoffrey looked gravely at her. He knew Aline very well, better than anyone else knew her. “Take off your motley for a bit, Aline,” said he, drawing a knife from his pocket, “and have a game of mumoly-peg.” Aline sat up with a laugh. (TO BE CONTINUED) FRANCEPLANS SEA STRENGTH Rebirth As First Class Naval Power Will Soon Be Ac complished Fact Paris.—The rebirth of France as a first-class naval power will soon ba an accomplished fact. Greater activity now prevails in the dockyards and arsenals of the republic than at any time in the last 20 years. Na. i.ve troops from north and west Africa have come to represent a heavy prv Portion of the French army i war strength. The whole scheme of mobilization is based on the assump tion that these colored levies will be a 'ailable. for service at the front, whenever au emergency threatens. Put being stationed in Africa they must, of necessity, be brought to France by sea, and unless the water routes remained open the transports could not sail. A further attesting fact is that the shipbuilding program adopted under the Poincare regime ha/ beer, not only endorsed, but amplified by the llcrriot government. For the first time in many years a systematic and progressive plan of naval construc tion is being adhered to.. Batons Hope to Call India on Phone Soon • London.—A few months ago it was considered an ambitious undertaking —. when plans were announced for a telephone service between London and Berlin, a distance of 000 miles. Now, however, British post office en gineers are giving serious considera tion to the practicability of con structing ney lines and linking up existing facilities with a view tc en abling conversations to be held be»\ tween London and cities in India. * A In some quarters it is stated *p tlmisticaly that London and Karn goon might be connected by phone. This distance is no greater than that covered by the circuit in volved in the Havana-Los Angeles wire. It !s from the perfecting of the instrument known as the ‘Te Ipeater' 'that long-distance telephony foi Europe is hoped to be developed Into a commercial success.