A love story of Indiana, laid in the time of the Mexican War. No setting for a book of Mr. Tarkington's could be more auspicious. It is a story of Indiana by the author of The Gentleman from Indiana, and a romance of our forefathers times by the author of Monsieur Beaucaire. It is as stirring and wholesome as the former, and as deft in execution, as witty, as true to the aspect and spirit of the life it re-creates as the latter. The author is more fertile in invention than ever before, and the charm of his style is enhanced by the picture of the happy life of those old days--the days that lay between the passing of the Indian and the coming of the railroads.
after sunset, in the fair twilight, the dogs barking before them, and everyone would have been surprised to know that Tom Vanrevel, instead of Mr. Crailey Gray, was the first to see her. By the merest accident, Tom was strolling near the Carewe place at the time; and when the carriage swung into the gates, with rattle and clink and clouds of dust at the finish, it was not too soon lost behind the shrubbery and trees for Tom to catch something more than a glimpse of a gray skirt behind a mound of flowers, and of a charming face with parted lips and dark eyes beneath the scuttle of an enormous bonnet. It happened--perhaps it is more accurate to say that Tom thought it happened- -that she was just clearing away her veil when he turned to look. She blushed suddenly, so much was not to be mistaken; and the eyes that met his were remarkable for other reasons than the sheer loveliness of them, in that, even in the one flash of them he caught, they meant so many things at one time. They were sparkling, yet mourn