gnetic."--_London Standard._

_AN IMAGINATIVE MAN._ By ROBERT S. HICHENS, author of "The Green
Carnation." 12mo. Cloth, $1.25.

"One of the brightest books of the year."--_Boston Budget._

"Altogether delightful, fascinating, unusual."--_Cleveland
Amusement Gazette._

"A study in character.... Just as entertaining as though it
were the conventional story of love and marriage. The clever
hand of the author of 'The Green Carnation' is easily
detected in the caustic wit and pointed
epigram."--_Jeannette L. Gilder, in the New York World._

_THE CHRONICLES OF COUNT ANTONIO._ By ANTHONY HOPE, author of "The
Prisoner of Zenda," "The God in the Car," etc. With a photogravure
Frontispiece by S. W. VAN SCHAICK. 12mo. With special binding. $1.50.

"The Prisoner of-Zenda" proved Mr. Hope's power as the
author of a fighting romance, and his pen again becomes a
sword in this picturesque and thrilling story of a mediaeval
Italian paladin, whose character will recall the Chevalier
Bayard to the reader who breathlessly follows him through
adventures and dangers that fall thick and fast.

"Mr. Anthony Hope is a striking exemplification of the fact
that the talent and quality that are within a man will force
themselves out, no matter how circumstances may combine and
conspire to keep them under. This quiet, unassuming,
low-voiced man, who, with a life of almost mechanical
regularity, writes amid uninspiring surroundings, who has
experienced neither the stress nor the stir of the world,
but has rather progressed under quelling influences, is
Anthony Hope. Anthony Hope, who from his imagination draws
adventure of a keenest _Sturm und Drang_, and reticent
himself, has put into the mouths of a legion of spiritual
children of his own, let loose over English-speaking lands,
the wit and _verve_ and brilliance of conversation which, in
society, we listen for in vain, and can only hear in
faintest echo from the few stages for which the acknowledged
masters write--a sparkling company of talkers, who with
their pleasant and inspiring sayings have belied those who
have sung cynical requiem over the art which chiefly charms
this poor life of ours and is its greatest happiness, the
art of conversation. And it is from a house at the bottom of
a gloomy London _cul-de-sac_,