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Whereas Bauer says of the opponents of Jewish emancipation: "Their mistake was that they assumed the Christian State to be the only real State, and did not subject it to the same criticism that they applied to Judaism," we find Bauer's mistake to consist in the fact that it is only the Christian State, and not the "general State," that he subjects to criticism, that he does not investigate the relation of political emancipation to human emancipation, and consequently lays down conditions which are only explicable from an uncritical confusion of political emancipation with general human emancipation.

In spirit, though in richer colors, Jean Veber's captivating "Little Princess" reminds one of John Bauer's Swedish fairy-tale pictures. Room 18 is better. Here, too, is Flameng's "Portrait of Madame Letellier" . A soft, delicate bit of landscape is Brouillet's "Among the Dunes" , which deserves better than to be hung in a corner.

"Sure thing!" says I. "We found a contraband Irish pig in Herman Bauer's back yard. "Wha-a-at?" he demands. "If the pig had been a bomb, and its tail a time-fuse," says I, "it would have wrecked our main works. As it, is, we've had a narrow escape. But I don't think Cecil will bother us any more. He's too good for the army, anyway. He ought to be writin' for the movies."

He would get into his coat again and go out into the bleak November wind-swept street to Bauer's restaurant. Cora was always home when Raymond got there at six. She prided herself on this. She would say, primly, to her friends, "I make a point of being there when Ray gets home. Even if I have to cut a round of bridge.

"An' why should you be after botherin' us with your health ordinances two poor girls that has a chance to turn a few pennies, with pork so dear? 'Look at all that good swill goin' to waste, says I to Katie here. 'An' who's to care if I do boil some extra praties now an' then? Mr. Bauer's that rich, ain't he?

There was nothing halting nor half-way in Ludwig Bauer's opinion in this matter, it will be observed. The little room wherein Roschen sang so sweetly while at her work was their kitchen and dining-room and parlor all in one.

"And you need not worry about your skirt. Take it to Bauer's just round the corner; they'll clean it," she added. The owner of the bag received it and the accompanying advice with an adorable smile in which there was merriment as well as appreciation. The Miser plucked the Candy Man by the sleeve and asked if the young lady did not wish a cab. She answered for herself.

Those of Anna Bauer's personal possessions she had been allowed to bring with her were lying on the bed. The old woman was sitting on the bench, her head bowed in an abandonment of stupor, and of misery. She did not even move as the door opened. But when she heard the kind, familiar voice exclaim, "Anna?

Bauer's lips were for ever sealed; the old woman was too scared and appalled to hint even to her gossips of the suspicions she entertained. Rischenheim was loyal to the pledge he had given to the queen.

By some unwritten law, inscrutable as the written, it was decreed that, though I might sit all evening the only woman at our table in the Orientale oftener than not the only woman in the café it was not "the thing" for me to go on to Bauer's. Therefore, first, the whole company would see me home.