SUNDAY NOVEIBIR 25, 1923. nii6AN DAIL PAGE THRE "Movement, after , all, seemed futilel travagant, absurd desire by a. subtle W him. Helettthat imagination could subterfuge, by a slight modification easily. be substituted- for the, vulgar of the- object of one's wishes." realities of things. It was possible, -from "Against The -Grain" in his opinion, to gratify the. most ex- by Jorts Karl Huysmans. - AG YUwill be more thansatisfied with the:foo x~ s W - . * ya ad serviCe at Ttle8 Lunch Room 338 Maynard St. South of Majeatic JMEIEl EE~HRrus Nu~fhtgrEEluls~lEsMsuiEMEEus EhauiuaaIEla PI MI 44 I Oes Hay Suggeso ns for Odd Pieces of Pottery, Glass, China, Leather Goods, Baskets, Tea Sets, Christmas Greeting Cards. SCHLANDERER & SEYFRIED JEWELERS 304 South Main. - A LastiBook DONALD E. L. SNYDER THE .-DOVE'8 NESTT AND- OTIhEI close t6her sister. But now she had STOMIES, by Eatherine Mansfield. forgotten the cross lady. She put out Alftred A. Kaopf, 1125, $2.30. a finger and stroked her sister's Katherine Manslteld's stories, all quill; she smiled her rare smile. that remain of them unpublished, are I 'I seen the little lamp,' she said, put into a reliquary ,of emerald and softly. magenta-labeled wil the inseription Then both were silent once more.' Dove's Nest and Other Stories, and II the sarcophagus offered to the world. ; Almost all the stories are tiny enig- Within Uts cardboard walls lie frag mas challenging the reader to an ex- *ments of the greatest tale she ever planation of words and deeds. In this * wrote.- way Miss Mansfield secures her ef- There Ias a- kind of elegiac melan- fects-by plaeing the abstruse sent- choly, in the very physical structure ence at the end of the story. In The of, the volume that symbolizes her Canary, a' spinster (she must have abortive existence. 'ior it contains been a spinster) had a little song bird, two-groups, of stories:; the first finish- The last sentence:. . ed, but- sad and pessimistic, the seec- "-But isn't it extraordinary that ond group of= tales- end upon minors under his sweet, joyful little singin. and sevenths---broken in the middle it was just the sadness-Oh, what was of a paragraph, even in the midst of it-that I heard?" Well, we are not a sentence. Aa.one trails off upon the sure, but perhaps it Is that the lady row of dota such as in Six Year After has-missed romance? he senses an ironic pathos- in the Justly, one shpuld call, these pieces words, character studies-admirable indeed- "-And the -little steamer growing rather than cones, for there is an en. determined, throbbed on, pressed on, tire- absence of plot which after-all is . as if at the end of the journey there a mere literary device. waited..." One striking element of the prose The story which has- the title role is the manner in which a curious Sim- belongs to the latter unfinished divis- ile or metaphor thrusts its head out ion-a curious mixture of the trivial unexpectedly. In the Dove's Nest a 3 that beats with life and goes out in- Mr. Prodger has presented his card explicably while the heroine nibbles a at the villa of two ladies, mother and lump of sugar. daughter, - Miss Mansfield might obviously "-Mother looked from the card to enough be compared to Emily Bronte. Milly. She never moves out of her own hori- 'Prodger, dear?' she asked mildly, zon, beyond her own observation -Into as though helping Milly to_ a never the perilous country of Conjectures. before tasted pudding. And as her life was that of the aver- And Milly seemed to be holding her i age English girl of the educated mid- plate back in the way she answered I dIe class, the specious reader might 'I- don't-know, mother?"' easily receive the impression of insig- But the entire tone of her stories nificance of -sdbject. But there is a is inveterately feminine; and for a man A redundance of imagination in her her ideas are sometimes distasteful. ;lcharacter sketches, and in her selec- The language frequently descends to tion from the ordinary which lies so mere boudoir. chat and petty co1o- close t- the eyes that it Is Seldom qualisms that arepositively fiat. B seen or thought of. example, a 'darling' butterfly sails int A very rich girl Is accosted on a the room, and the heroine exclaims: darkFebruary evening (just as in the "'-He is a duck, isn't he? I love novels of- Dostoevski, she thinks) by butterflies. I think they are great- a very poor girl who asks the price of lambs." a cup of tea. Absolutely nothing ro- The description, and the Ideas, and mantic occurs. the imagination-in fact everyhing Is Or, a newly married couple visit a feminine. cafe in th Riviera- where a strapge But; over, beyond, and above all man sings a touching ballad wretched- these faults towers the Journal which ly. I believe will go down as the greatest Or, a man dips a- fly into-ink three of Katherine Mansfield's short stories. or four times to try its courage, The It Is the lovely short story of her own fly is dead after the fourth bath, All last days. She could not be artificial of them are bits seized from life, laid here in her own personal diary. Too down as part of that great heritage poignant are le sorrows of the strug of experience which art keeps forus. gle between ambition and failing The Doll's House opens the volume. I health. She threw away the petty Being a bit of child psychology the 1,boudoir and looked only at the vital structure is more or less simple, nar- nucleus of her own life. She writes: rative straightforward, and characters "-Well, I must confess I have had delineated with a naive directness. an idle day-God knows why. All was Miss Mansfield preserves the Greek to be written, but I just didn't write ideal that simplicity of matter must be it. I thought I would, but I felt tired accompanied by simple form; and her after tea and rested instead. Next stories vary in complexity according day, Yet take this morning for in- to this rule. The Doll's House has stance. I don't want to write any- for its theme the inception of caste. thing- It's heavy and dull. And short The three daughters of the town's stories seem unreal, and not write most influential citizens receive as a doing. I don't want to write. I want gift a splendid little puppet domicile I to live. What does one mean by that? There is only one school in town . . . . The last few days, what one which all the children attend' Of I notices more than anything is the course great excitement arises in tell- blue. Blue sky, blue mountains-all ing about the new toy at recess. And is a heavenly bluenees . so all the little girls are told, and in ICBut in any case I shan't write any vited to view the marvel except the stories for three months, and I'll not Kelveys whom nobody speaks to be- have a book ready before the spring. cause their mother is a washwoman It doesn't matter ...." and their father a nonentity. She was seized by a sudden and fa Well, every girl in town has seen tal hemorrhage on tife evening of Jan- the house except the Kelveys, and one uary 9, 1922. She is buried in the day Kezia, the-youngest of the most communal cemetery of Avon near influential citizen's children, commits Fontainbleau. On her gravestone are a faux pas by exhibiting the house to inscribed the words of Shakespeare them-everything, even to the minia- she chose fortthe title page of Bliss, ture lamp. Kezia's aunt chases them words which had long been cherished away and they trudge along the road by her and were to prove prophetic: again. They-Lil and Else Kelvey- "But I tell you, my lord fool, out sit down by the road side. . . . of this nettle, danger, we p,,cK this "-Presently our Else nudged op flower, safety." Lamps! On a Sale--at Very Low Prices Adjustable reading lamps as shown above. Table lamps, too, and boudoir styles. All of them sturdily made with metal bases. Shades are of metal, parch- ment or of artistically decorated glass. Regular prices were $3 to $39. Now 20 per cent to 25 per cent less! The Detroit Edison Company Main at William Telephone 2300