able to doi BUCCeSB-kwk's men loot down iga of in-o had cx-a part In were all hip, w.thLIKE FINDING WEALTHompleted his supe-The Case with Two Women Writers-Clearing • Up Cash by the Thousands.Fox's In-»d to fol-e uuder-tho Sea ie supply now why d. How-i Captain and be-erer iho 'h. Fox’stake the Hedges,T to d erat bnile swear-alen’.ino, obe.r can be f. Now. ready to opio on* on the i wanted as ih**ir r to in-ite ven-ed.lowered 1 under Paytone.e 217 loniauk ollowi*d his 8 8-rthy ofllwarke nant of d alliesa.k was if edges ght her r. 1 he Q love•ntauka t board quar-Drtableily ae-tiat -he ordin-of the rder to aloug-WO amiable American women have been making prodigious sums from novels that are not much considered, one way or the other, by snuffy literary critics. Fortunately, neither of these estimable women has ever known to lay claim to cousinshlp with Literature of ttfe sort that is spelled with a large L, but they have apparently giver* pleasure to a greater number of readers than any other women now living in thin country. They are Augusta Evans Wilson and Clara Louise Burnham.Mrs. Wilson's receipts in copyrights in the last quarter century have amounted to more than $100,000. Her “Vashtl, which followed swift upon the heeto of the fabulously successful “St. Elmo, sold for $15,000 spot cash, the publisher afterward restoring copyright to the author in addition.“Miss Gusty” the natives call her in her own beloved Mobile, according to the pretty Southern provincialism. And “Miss Gusty” i« their Idol and their fetich and their Joy.She is a dear, refined old lady now, with stately, old world manners, a white cap and an old-time monster brooch that bears her lamented husband's profile in cameo.She offers you a “bite and sup always, whether at her beautiful colo-WILHELMINA’S MANY SUITORS.ationa rstood ubled was a ft, and at the urbed i gored o man Tomi-rilling ce hie sence fills it' said enant •iend, e in-rate’s ;hter; when m 1oSh# Mh j PoMlbly Hob to iv Her Bond os Germany's Future Ruler.For many months past there has been speculation as to which European prince would be lucky enough to secure the hand of Wllhelmlna, the recently crowned queen of Holland. The most prominent aspirant at present is the eldest son of Emperor William of Germany, but as a UDion between that young man and Wilhelmtna would result in merging the kingdom of Holland in the German empfre.'the Neth-erlanders are much opposed to It Hollanders are Intensely national in their slow-going way and therefore view with alarm any project which promises to abate a jot of their dig-n*ty as an Independent power. The same objection holds good with regard to the queen's marriage with the ruler of or heir to any of the minor German principalities, as a like process of merger would take place In the person of Wilhelmina's heir. The only certain method of averting the ultimate peaceful solution of the Netherlands in the German empire is to bring about a marriage with a non-German prince and to this end the Influence of Dutch patriots will doubtless be exerted. Should the young Hohenzollem prove to be the luckyman the heiress of the Netherlands would have made a match exactly corresponding to that which Duchess Mary of Burgundy accepted when she gave herself to Maximilian, the son of Emperor Frederick III., and later hlmseir successively king of the Romans and emperor. The Austrian alliance plunged the low countries in woe for nearly loo years, but of course there would be no conflict of religion In the event of a marriage with the Protestant house of Hohenzollern, and the present subjects of Wllhelmlna would have the satisfaction of knowing that the son of their royal mistress would become the head of the German empire. Of course, so long as the queen lived the low countries would retain their separate political existence, as was the case during the lifetime or Duchess Mary of Burgundy. Only on the accession or Wilhelmina's son would they become a constituent state of the German empire and thus part with some of the attributes of sovereignty while retaining as much local Independence as is possessed by Bavaria or Saxony.pro-van. forv of S ingXinndthetionmajall iwhiito ••systeqmsaynnalantiiandsqm 000, bnil tin a mac an atherbigtbusitraftnotroadSpainrlastraisiprozcompen?saidnot ibill i the ithe i out 1tereslntiopopewoulfeatuednc■treiroadA CLOSER VIEW OF HALL CAINEernzthespri;willcarriItshapinohthreinpwionte:rails.MRS. BtRNHAM.alen-brave illcn, as hevor.-\al-waitdrophowsfit atskedlong side. Ie to eye. andregie’smedvindvhatdcrsawk I iu ownsousI of lur-tle-?ar-im-nd. vho of up. t?rc-vason.bynlal home. In fashionable Government street. In Mobile, or at her country place of ABhland, that tropical paradise of foliage and bloom.Mrs. Wilson has been importuned of late, by eastern publishers, to make her own price for a series of short stories. But the dear, conservative old lady is obdurate. When one has a-plenty, both of money and of fame, says she, “does one want more?”At the Mercy of Tiberius,” her latest born, which reaped for her another golden harvest, she deems the beat of all her books.Assuredly there is money in mediocrity and popularity In platitudes, since .versatile Mrs. Burnham, who can do many things better than she writes, •is digging nuggets with her pen and (Hading herself in pre-eminent demand iat all the public libraries. No other novelist, statistics show, is so much read by the youthful public nowadays. She U the young girl's idol. Dear me!” laughs Mrs. Burnham, “how wealthy I might become if each reader of my stories dropped a nickel in the elot for the benefit of the author!” The success of this woman's books has recently Increased her royalties from 10 per cent to 15. If they are not literature, strictly speaking, and this, the author herself smilingly acknowledges, they are at least wholesome enough, and nobody is the worse for an acquaintance with De Latimer,” ”The Wise Woman.” Miss Archer Archer.” or any of the others of Mra. Burnham's innocent brain brood.She Ib the daughter of George F. Root of Chicago, now dead, who was the author of Rally ’Round the Flag. Boys! and a host of other popular American songs. Mrs. Burnham's summer cottage. The Mooring, is a gem on Bailey Island, Casco Bay. It is her Blaine neighbors here who unconsciously supply the immensely popular lady with a large proportion of her copy.Hall Caine, the author, who is now visiting this country to deliver a series of lectures and to superintend the production of his dramatization of “The Christian,” has had a remarkably successful literary career. He was the son of a blacksmith. From a crofter’s cottage on the Isle of Man he has risen to be the owner of a great castle on tbo Island. This castle, with Its stone work and its towers.reminds one somewhat of Windsor, although, of course, it is not nearly so large or so magnificent.Hall Caine’s study is a large, square room, with bookcases ranged on two sides. It haB no desk, for the author of The Manxman” never writes at a desk. He holds the paper on his lap and uses a fountain pen. The chair which he uses while writing was once the property of Dante Gabriel Roast* tl, the poet and painter. When at work on a novel he does his writing between 5 and 8 in the morning, and spends the rent of the day in ridingprestheiifirm!If thof fi’thewithto tr;tinucplaterunpass Tt steel read; a vetitureonwhat Savii oles: by ri of til tons withverypairegrou(6) I and i tin.It ■on 1of thsas (by oi wideby U allov wagostree bat eHALL CAINE, about the country or in taking long walks.The Manx author hsa a host ofcycleA:Sant:throiAthe t