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Face, turban and voice belonged to my mother's old slave-nurse, who, 1 presume, took me to her capacious bosom whenever I paid my yearly visits to the old Virginian home. The last time I ever saw her was just as I was grown up. There she was, as black, as shiny and as loving as ever, rapturously hailing me after years of absence as 'her honey chile come home fo' su'.' These faint, shimmering recollections of a world that has quite passed away are soon crowded out by more vivid and sterner pictures.
“I became a pioneer, a settler's child, an outwester—a boy, short. For four years I remained a boy, as wild, hardy and free-roving as if I were a red Indian. Cattle-hunting, in all weathers and in all seasons, with eyes like a hawk's and a body inured to fatigue, serenely unconscious of my abnormal self, I lived the life of a Kansas farmer's child during the hot years of the war, laying up a great store of knowledge in matters far out of the reach of most women's experience. I saw the fringe of the war and heard the dread sound of cannon fired in battle.
“Last year, when walking down the Avenue de l'Opéra in Paris, gazing at the wonderful creations in hats and bonnets that adorn that thoroughfare, I was reminded of my first purchase of a hat. I
was given money, sent to the nearest town, and after, and spending nearly a year in told to “please myself.' I came back the proud Great Britain, France, Belgium, Italy and possessor of a forage cap of the 2nd Kansas cavSpain. Since his return he has resided in
alry, and I wore it, too, with immense satisfaction
for a long time. It wasn't exactly a 'sweet thing apartments in the tower of Madison Square
in bonnets,' but it stood hard work very well. Garden.
“I was a big girl when the first dawning conMr. Osborne is equally well known as a sciousness broke upon me that I was different novelist, a poet, and a classical scholar. from other girls. A youthful friend asked me His new story, "The Secret of the Crater," how to spell my name, and I couldn't tell her.
She has since confided to me that she stood in abis a purely imaginative tale, and is said
ject awe of the fearful familiarity I showed with to be very strong and exciting.
horses, and the skill with which I rode any and everything possessed of a back and four legs. I
could handle horses well enough and drive cattle Through the courtesy of a mutual
like a Fury, but I knew not how to spell my own friend for whom they were written, we name, and therefore was ashamed. Authority, are able to print, together with a portrait, looking on at my wild career, and seeing with satthese entertaining early memories from isfaction that I was leaving behind a certain delithe pen of Mrs. Adela E. Orpen whose cacy of constitution—a relic of terrible illness in new story, " The Jay-Hawkers," has just
babyhood—now decided that it was time to train
me, if ever I was to become a girl. The fiat went been published by Messrs. D. Appleton &
forth; I ceased to be a boy, and in a very brief Co.:
space I found myself inside a school for young “ Among the first hazy recollections of my ladies in Paris. No wilder colt than I was ever childhood is that of a shiny black face under a bitted, but I soon took a leading position in three bright twisted handkerchief, and of a cooing melo subjects-French composition, gymnastics and dious voice, most comfortable to go to sleep under. school fun. A decayed noble led our faltering
steps in the paths of composition, and despite grotesque mistakes, due to my being a foreigner, used to hold me up as a model, because I could tell a story, particularly if there was any fighting in it. Our gymnastic master was a fireman in brazen helmet and preposterous broad belt, fastening in a scutty little blouse. We were dressed in fantastic imitation of him, only without the helmet, while to our belts was attached a stout ring. Monsieur le Pompier used to hold up aspirants with this ring, while they dabbled at the rope with aimless fingers. This was called the
exercise of climbing the cord.' When I was bidden to take my turn, I went up hand over hand, climbed along the top, slid down the pole at the side, and stood, red in the face, before Monsieur le Pompier.
"• Mademoiselle,' said he, with a deep bow, ‘ you are instructed, I see. You have had lessons.'
“So I had, on every grapevine within a tenmile radius of our house on the prairie.
“Thus the process continued, first in France, then in Germany, then in Italy, winter after winter of study, pleasures and new impressions. I took kindly to the old-world civilization, and reveled in what it had to give. I don't even now like to have a mediæval story toned down and explained. I like them horrible and ogre-like. And yet, if I were to be asked which of the peri- sia, which were considered merely daring ods of my life I could least afford to lose, I should
conjectures at the time of publication but answer and say I could least spare out of my life
have since been almost without excepthose four wild years in the prairie, when I was a boy, wore a soldier's cap, and didn't know how to
tion fulfilled, has written a series of pawrite my name.”
pers about the Russia of to-day, which promises in the light of current events
to be the most important magazine underMessrs. R. G. Badger & Co., of Boston, taking of the coming year. As is natural, begin this fall the publication of a new Mr. Norman has been led to make the series of American verse in the Lyric closest applications of his knowledge to Library, which will include new volumes recent developments, and certain of these by Clinton Scollard, Ernest McGaffey, papers will deal directly with the present Madison Cawein, John Vance Cheney, condition of things in the Far East. An Mary Elizabeth Blake and others. The unusual collection of illustrations will acbooks will be small in size, tastefully company Mr. Norman's text, including bound in limp leather, and have a title sketches, maps, plans, and pictures from page from an original design made spe- photographs taken by the author. The cially for them.
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completeness. The articles are promised Henry Norman, whose volume on “The for early publication in Scribner's MagaPeoples and Politics of the Far East” zine. contained many prophecies regarding Rus
CHINA AND THE CHINESE PROBLEM
KANG YU WEI
PROBABLY no country on earth can
boast of so vast a foreign literature, dealing with its people, its institutions and characteristics, as China; and certainly no other country can boast of having so successfully kept secret its real life, national and individual.
From Marco Polo down to the present day there has been no end of the making of books on the “Middle Kingdom," yet those who dwelt there longest, who studied most closely its people and institutions, have invariably been the first to confess that they understood them least. Recent events have made China the centre of contemporary history, the puzzle of the world politics of to-day. She has risen suddenly, and recalled forcibly the prophecy made some six years ago by an Englishman, the late Charles Pearson, of an emergence, after European tutelage, of the yellow and black races from their in
The “Modern Sage" of China feriority; of the rise of states that shall
[From "China: The Long-Lived Empire." Copy. treat on a footing of equality with the
right, 1900, by The Century Co.) erstwhile white masters of the world, as Japan is already doing to.day.
Korea; from Constantinople, via the PerChina is the chief factor, but not the sian Gulf, to the Indian frontier; from whole of the modern political problem, Berlin to Kiao-Chau; from Paris to which ranges from St. Petersburg to Cochin-China; while from our own Pacific
coast it stretches, via Hawaii, Tutuila and OVERLAND TO CHINA. By Archibald R. Colquhoun.
Guam, to Manila-with this difference, Illustrated. Harper & Brothers, 8vo, $3.00.
however, that the Siberian and ManchuCHINA, THE LONG-LIVED EMPIRE. By Eliza Ruhamah rian markets are as important to us as is Scidmore. Illustrated. The Century Co., 8vo, $2.50.
the development of China itself. EngVILLAGE LIFE IN CHINA. By Arthur H. Smith, D.D. Fleming H. Revell Co. Illustrated. 8vo, $2.00.
land has deliberately walked into a war A CYCLE OF CATHAY. By W. A. P. Martin, D.D., LL.D.
that may prove disastrous to her in other Illustrated. Second edition. Fleming H. Revell Co., regions than those in which it is approach8vo, $2.00.
ing a fizzling, inglorious conclusion; and THE MIDDLE KINGDOM. By S. Wells Williams. Second
she is confronted by a new continental edition. Illustrated. Charles Scribner's Sons, 2 vols., 8vo, $9.00.
coalition, to which she cannot, for the Things Chinese. By J. Dyer Bull. Third edition' moment, oppose a political combination Charles Scribner's Sons, 8vo, $5.00 net.
of equal strength, for the interests of the THE PEOPLES AND POLITICS OF THE FAR EAST. By United States in the Orient are commerHenry Norman. Illustrated. Charles Scribner's Sons, 8vo, $4.00.
cial, not political, and have been guaranteed by the Powers; and Japan, according and they are presented in her well-known to one of the ablest contemporary writers graphic manner, that of a trained traveler on the Far East-an Englishman, Mr. who rejoices in the possession of a trained Archibald R. Colquhoun-is“ disposed to pen. avoid foreign alliances as entangling and Miss Scidmore is not a sociologist, nor unreliable, and to depend upon herself, could she, even if she were, have hoped to utilizing the opportunities which are gain an insight into Chinese institutions likely to occur through the dissensions of and their foundations during her visits to foreign Western powers.”
the country, as most of her time was spent The vast literature on China falls under in travel. The missionaries, who dwell two heads-international and national. with the people for years, have probably To the former class belongs, among the the best opportunities for social and new books under discussion here, Miss psychological studies, and one of them, at Eliza Ruhamah Scidmore's China, the least, has made excellent use of his Long-Lived Empire ; to the latter, Mr. chances. This is the Rev. Arthur H. Smith, Colquhoun's Overland to China, to which for twenty-six years a missionary of the we shall return again later on. Miss Scid- American Board, who, in Village Life in more's book is mostly a record of travel China, gives us not only, as his sub-title (this being her sixth visit to China), indicates, a “study in sociology,” but also, which, while chiefly regarding the coun- we think, some valuable psychological try, does not neglect its people, and occa- documents pour servir in the interpretasionally wanders into history and politics. tion of the Chinese national character. She agrees with nearly all writers who have Mr. Smith, by dwelling among them, has preceded her, that “no Occidental ever learned to see the good qualities of the saw within or understood the working of Celestials, the better traits that, lying the yellow brain, which starts from and below the surface, are apt to be passed arrives at a different point by reverse and unnoticed by the tourist who mostly comes inverse processes we can neither follow in contact only with the far from disingennor comprehend. No one knows, or ever uous interpreters, guides, and “ boys” of will really know the Chinese—the heart all kinds of the treaty ports whose only and soul and springs of thought of the aim and end is gain. The Chinese empire, most incomprehensible, unfathomable, in- like our own bodies politic, is based on the scrutable, contradictory, logical, illogical family, and there, as here, the country, not people on earth. Of all Orientals, no race the large towns, furnishes the backbone of is so alien. Not a memory nor a custom, the State and represents the national type not a tradition nor an idea, not a root- most truly. “ The Chinese village," says word nor a symbol of any kind associates Mr. Smith, “is the empire in small, and our past with their past.” The country when that has been surveyed we shall be itself and its people, she complains, are in a better condition to suggest a remedy maddening in their colorless surface uni- for whatever needs amendment." formity: “Nothing Chinese seems worth At bottom, according to Mr. Smith, the seeing; one has only a frantic, irrational Chinese do not differ so very greatly from desire to get away from it, to escape it, to the rest of mankind. The foundation of return to civilization, decency, cleanliness, human nature is the same, but it has quiet, and order.” Yet, for all that, she adapted itself to conditions entirely dismust have seen many things worth see- similar from our own, and has petrified ing, for her book is crowded with them, into certain forms that, while not quite
same as elsewhere. His book is a curious
Dr. W. A. P. Martin's A Cycle of Cathay,
to the opening of Peking. His narrative [From "A Cycle of Cathay." Copyright by F. H: Revell Co.]
has, therefore, historical value; but, in
addition, he, like Mr. Smith, gives us a touching the one element that makes all view of the Chinese as individuals. He the world kin, go down deep enough to was thrown together, by his official posimake the Chinaman appear entirely dif- tion as head of a government institution, ferent from us. He has been influenced with a different class of Chinamen from by circumstances that have remained un- those seen by Mr. Smith, and he studied changed for centuries, and has become un- them closely in their social and political changeable as they. Only the root remains life. Appreciative and critical in turn, unaffected, but it will take Occidental according to the merits of individuals and civilization long to dig down to it through causes, the book, which passed through tradition, habit and prejudice, which must two editions at the time of its publicabe removed before modern reconstruction tion, deserves renewed attention just now. can be begun. Mr. Smith has approached There is, of course, a strong personal note the Chinaman not as a Chinaman, but as a in its pages, reminiscences and anecdotes man and brother, with, somewhere in his of leading Chinamen and foreigners; and, peculiar mental make-up, a point of con- by the way, we may advise Mr. Colquhoun, tact; therefore he has succeeded so re- who is inclined to include American dipmarkably well. He has come, he says, to lomats in his complaint of the blindness feel a profound respect for the numerous and inefficiency of British diplomacy in admirable qualities of the Chinese, and to China, to read Dr. Martin's clear and conentertain for many of them a high per- vincing references to the ability of our sonal regard. He does not idealize them; representatives at Peking, from Anson as a missionary he is but too well ac- Burlingame to Colonel Denby, his record quainted with their weaknesses and worse, stopping with the latter; but, certainly, but he weighs the good against the bad, there has been neither blindness nor inand the relative proportions are about the decision in our policy since then.