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                M A B E L DEFOREST STARKWEATHER                                           The Wanderer On a Thousand Hills. By E D I T H W H E R R Y , 2 '07. John Lane
                                                                                                 Company. $1.40 net.
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                                    1912                                                       In this delightful story, as in her former book, The Red Lantern, Mrs.
                                                                                          Wherry has demonstrated that there is one place short of "God's judgment eeot"
                 Died January 3rd, 1919                                                   where East and West may meet, namely, in a mind of wide horizons, of broad
God calls our loved ones, but we lose not wholly                                          human sympathies; one endowed above all with the rare gift of insight. " I
                                                                                          am going to put myself into Mrs. Beanly's skin, and to think with Mrs.
   What He hath given;                                                                    Beanly's mind," says one of Wilkie Collins's characters. Mrs. Wherry has a
They live on earth, in thought and deed, as truly                                         like ability. She puts herself into the skin of the Chinaman, and thinks with
                                                                                          the Oriental mind. Her novel has many facets, and each is luminous. I t
   As in Heaven.                                                                          shows, as did Kim, that a story, void of the master passion, may yet command
                                                                                          a breathless interest; as a picture of Chinese customs it is at once informing
                                                                               WHITTIER.  and full of life and color; it enlightens the reader in regard to the ideals of
                                                                                          Chinese scholarship, and the unwearied toil and patience of those who essay
                                                                                          to win its laurels; without giving an opinion of the results of missionary work
                                                                                          in the East, there is, at least, a hint of the way in which the Christian converts
                                                                                          graft the religion of Jesus upon the religion of Buddha; it disabuses us of our
                                                                                          arrogant, perhaps subconscious, opinion that physically and mentally all Chinese
                                                                                          are run into the same mold, for it presents characters among them as diverse
                                                                                          as are to be found in any novel of western lands. Above all, it is of profound
                                                                                          interest as a study of psychology. Which is the stronger, the call of the blood
                                                                                          or the chain of circumstance—heredity or environment—that is the question?

                                                                                              The problem has fascinated not a few writers. George Eliot, in Silas Mamer,
                                                                                          gives one answer; in The Spanish Gypsy its opposite. In the soul of Mrs.
                                                                                          Wherry's hero, the two conflicting influences struggle, like the waters of the
                                                                                          Arve and the Rhone. To learn which dominates, and with what effect upon a
                                                                                          hyper-sensitive nature, and a mind exhausted by the severe discipline of Chinese
                                                                                          education, the reader is referred to Mrs. Wherry's clear conception and masterly
                                                                                          setting forth of the probabilities in the case. Her account of the boy's early
                                                                                          tendencies and of the character of his supposed mother makes her conclusion as
                                                                                          logical as it is full of pathos. H i s quest among the temples of the Asiatic hills
                                                                                          for St. Paul's lost epistle, which should bring into harmony the religions of the
                                                                                          East and the West, may be taken, not alone as the culmination of this beautiful
                                                                                          story, but as a parable—a lesson to those Christian teachers who would fain win
                                                                                          the East to Christianity, but whose vision is often unequal to their zeal.
                                                                                          However that may be, the literary distinction of Mrs. Wherry's books, their
                                                                                          fidelity, their comprehending sympathy, admit of no dispute. As we read, we
                                                                                          are conscious of more than intellectual enjoyment; we are tarrying a while at
                                                                                          the Interpreter's House.

                                                                                                                                   JESSIE ASHLEY DEAD

                                                                                                          SOCIALIST, SUFFRAGIST, AND LAWYER A VICTIM OF PNEUMONIA

                                                                                              Miss Jessie Ashley, lawyer, writer, speaker, Socialist, and woman suffrage

                                                                                          worker, died Monday, January 19, at her home, 102 East Fifty-second Street,

                                                                                          of pneumonia.
                                                                                              Miss Ashley was born in New York City, a daughter of the late Ossian and

                                                                                          Harriet Nash Ashley, and after attending school in New York and in Berlin,
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