The New England magazine . great and beautiful parks and public build-ings, while neglecting the best devices forsimple cleanliness in this most vital partic-ular, somehow reminds me of the New Eng-land womans description of the prevailingtype of domestic architecture in said it was a combination of the QueenAnn front with a Mary Ann back. But ofcourse this does not represent any declineof the New England instinct for good house-keeping: it represents, instead, the NewEngland habit of subordinating politics, thepublic business, to private business. Government of the cities and of t
The New England magazine . great and beautiful parks and public build-ings, while neglecting the best devices forsimple cleanliness in this most vital partic-ular, somehow reminds me of the New Eng-land womans description of the prevailingtype of domestic architecture in said it was a combination of the QueenAnn front with a Mary Ann back. But ofcourse this does not represent any declineof the New England instinct for good house-keeping: it represents, instead, the NewEngland habit of subordinating politics, thepublic business, to private business. Government of the cities and of the Stateby boards of experts responsible directly tothe people would doubtless speedily remedythe chief defects of government in Connec-ticut. But it is probably idle to discuss any-thing so simple, so modern, and so effectivein connection with Connecticut. A Statethat has only just got trial by jury will notbe ready for government by commissionfor another two hundred years. THE TALE OF THE LOST ISLAND By BEATRICE GRIMSHAW. Y Jove, its a white man!said Saxon, checking like apointer on the threshold of thelow dark doorway. Certainly. Very pleasedto meet you, observed the figure on themats. It was sitting cross-legged, clad onlyin a waist-cloth, and the house was a Fijianchief-house in a mountain village, three daysjourney from the nearest white settlement;but the thing squatted on the mats was un-doubtedly white, and — English ? Well,no; Saxon thought not. The phrase wasAmerican in flavor. He stepped across thethreshold and came a little way in, relievedin mind. When you have been dead, andburied among the islands, for a quarter ofa century, it is much pleasanter not to runthe risk of meeting other ghosts (with uni-versity accents, tea-colored families, and apreference for modest retirement on steamerdays) who may possibly have been alive to-gether with you, before. . Before .... The word means much,in that vast Pacific world, sepulchre of somany lost hopes and forgotten lives
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