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Show THE CITIZEN 14 . NEW BOOKS (Continued from Page 9.) tion, and asked him to come and see her. His name was Henry Irving. Mrs. Kemble seems to have been something of an eccentricity if we may judge from her rules of dress : I can also remember Mrs. Kemble sitting dressed in a black dress silent- ly working all through the evening by her sisters fireside, and gravely stitching on and on, while all the brilliant company came and went, and the music came and went. In those days Mrs. Kemble had certain dresses which she wore in rotation whatever the occasion might be. If the black gown chanced to fall upon a gala day she wore it, if the pale silk gown fell upon a working day she wore it; and I can still hear an American girl exclaiming with dismay as the delicate folds of a white embroidered with flowers went sweeping over the anemones in the Pamphlli Gardens. Another vivid impression I have is of an .evening visit Mrs. Kemble paid Mrs. Browning in the quiet little room in the Bocca di Leone, only lit by a couple of tapers and by the faint glow of the wood fire. I looked from one to the other; Mrs. Browning welcoming her guest, dim in her dusky gown unrelieved; Mrs. Kemble upright and magnificent, robed on this occasion like some Roman empress in stately crimson edged with gold. It happened to be the red dress day and she wore It. "How do you suppose I could have lived my life, I once heard her say, if I had not lived by rule, if I had not made laws for myself and kept to them? Lady Ritchie spent the Christmas of 1853-5- 4 in Rome. Her father was writing The Newcomes, and Mr. and Mrs. Browning were in Rome at the same time: father took us to the galleries and to some of the studios. I can My remember Gibson showing us his tinted "Venus, while Miss Hosmer stood by in a pinafore and with short curling hair. Mr. Gibson told my father the story of a couple who had just been to see. him with their little boy, and he seemed much amused because the little boy had asked if that was a ball of soap the Venus held in her hand. Seeing her without her clothes he naturally thought she was going ot be washA ball of Gibson reed. peated, grimly chuckling; he called it a ball of soap. It is appropriate that these reminiscences should end with a war picture, just as they began with a glimpse of the Crimean war. Lady Ritchie describes the scene in London when the news of the armistice was received: ap, Though we had expected the news, when it did come, one could hardly believe it. I had been prowling about, getting various accounts, and was coming back to 55, when suddenly the maroons went off, and I saw our door open with M. and P. and the maids all looking as if they were stunned. Then I went, and got on to a bus to got to Westminster and see what was happening. Servants in groups at every door, the school children assembling with broad grins in the playgrounds, everybody rushed to get out flags, half laughing, half crying, people beaming and shaking hands. I managed to get on the front place of the roof, and as I went up Victoria street, realized that I should see the most wonderful sight in the world. And Indeed it was. The. people of London giving way to the first rush of joy and wonder, and living again and being themselves, after four years of rigorous By the time we reached Trafalgar Square we were fairly stuck in a mass self-suppressi- on. debt as to enforce compliance with her of vehicles trying to pass in different marto the watch and able directions, wishes. Miss Vallance dies at about velous sights on every side. Down discame a band, marching to Buckingham the time that Mark and Sabine Palace, but one could hear nothing but cover that they are in love. Mark the big drum because of the roar of prepares at once to enlist, but Sabine the crowds. It was a roar of laughter, suggests that he go away with her for of people whacking tin plates, shouting, not singint?, waving flags at each other, a month in order that they may mobreathless be robbed of their forming processions, crowding into evone whole the till ery lorry, thought ment. Sabine has a child which she world was mad with joy. We talked to a to each other, as if we had been old explains by a secret marriage friends for years. I finally got down man who has been killed, and she conat Liverpool street, where all the buse. tinues to live on has housekeeper at stopped as they said there would be no Marks home until he shall come home room at all to drive back. Then I went to St. Pauls, packed every inch by a from the war and marry her. Sabine serious-minde- d appears to be a very rash young wocongregation, old people, nurses, families out for the day with their children, and was glad to rest for an hour before the thanksgiving service began. It seemed as if all the people inside joined with one voice. It was dark and drizzling when I came out, but all the city churches were ringing their bells like mad, and one felt that the dark cloud that had been hanging over us for four years had been suddenly cleared away, thank God, and we have all emerged, sadder and wiser. AMERICANISM VS. BOLSHEVISM. By Ole Hanson. New York Doubleday, Page 'A Co. Mr. Hansons book on Americanism versus Bolshevism, will fill an immediate purpose, but il any one should read it in twenty years time it will probably be with a feeling of surprise that a movement row threatening ihe whole oi the human race should be identified with sabotage, cattle maiming, and I. W. W.ism. There crimes are symptoms. They are not the disease itself. Nor is the disease a new one. It has appeared periodically all the way down through history. Mr. Hansons suggested remedies do Imminot commend themselves. grants, he says, must give evidence of their suitability, which is reasonable. But for the space of five years until they require citizenship they should be deprived of their liberty, compelled to live wherever they are told, and kept constantly under supervision and direction. In other words we should imitate Czarist Russia. We wonder if Mr. Hanson ever heard of international treaties. None the less Mr. Hansons book is a useful one in spite of its tendencies to what may be called the effervescent summary. By selecting his facts we find that our knowledge of the revolutionary movement Is distinctly advanced. By THE BREATHLESS MOMENT. Muriel Hlne. New York: John Lane Company. Miss Sabine Fane is reduced to poverty through the death of her improvi- dent father, and she courageously faces the fact by taking service as housekeeper with Miss Vallance and her nephew. The nephew, Mark, ought certainly to be at the war, and Sabine wonders at what seems to be the white feather, until she learns that old Miss Vallance is a Quaker and sternly vetoes the military ambitions of the young man, who is so much in her man, to say the least of it. Presently comes a letter from Mark to say that he has been wounded and is coming home. But it is addressed to his aunt, who has been dead for some two years. Sabine quickly guesses the truth. Mark has lost his memory, and so he returns to his home in utter forgetfulness of Sabine, of the breathless moment, and, of course of the child that is his. It is an awkward situation for Sabine. Of course we know that it will be all right in the end and we instantly foresee the operation triumph of modern surgery, etc. that will re store Marks memory and send him into the arms of the faithful Sabine. But we still think that Sabine took a big chance. She should thank the author for getting her out of a serious mess, and usually it is only authors who do that sort of thing. WHO FIRED THAT SHOT? They tell this for truth about a young man of Salt Lake whose name we forbear to mention. At a friendly game the other night the stakes shot up out of all reason on one deal when two players became confidence personified over their respective hands. They insisted on betting everything in front of them and, by agreement, the host, who was one of the contestants, increased his wager with a pocket flash full of the priceless stuff that bartenders used to shove care-lessl-y across the mahogany. The host lost and the winner, departing soon after, stowed the flask safely away on his hip and stalked proudly homeward. By some evil mischance, while nearing his residence, he slipped and fell. He arose in dismay, feeling something moist trickling along his hide. In an agonized tone he exclaimed: Good heavens, I hope thats blood! well-know- n Making a Movie. What are you filming, boy? Shakespeares Richelieu, said the camera man. I keep telling him speare didnt write that Shake- Richelieu, d- assistant. Well, boys, never mind who wrote it. Its the directing that counts. eclared his Identified. smiled the fond young wife, This, as she passed a plate of pudding to her husband, is cottage pudding, i made it myself. The husband tasted it. Id have known it was cottage pudding, he returned. Would you? she asked, delighted. Yes; I can taste the plaster and the wall paper. ASSESSMENT NOTICE NO. 0. 211 Principal place of business, Room Utah. 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