energy, and so well did he apply himself, so indefatigable was his energy, and so constant his determination to succeed, that in a few years he had accumulated from his savings a sufficient amount of capital to embark on his own business venture. He turned his attention to the wholesale grocery business, becoming a member of the firm of Bushman Brothers & Company in 1860. In seven years' time Mr. Woestman had become senior member and controlled the greater part of the stock, and at this time (1867) the firm name became J. B. Woestman & Company. The firm was successful in business until 1870, at which time Mr. Woestman sold out in order to become a manufacturer of flour. He identified himself with the Camp Spring Milling Company, merchant millers, the enterprise enjoying prosperous continuance for almost a quarter of a century, at the end of which time the Terminal Railroad Association purchased the plant and removed the buildings from the right-of-way. Mr. Woestman at this time retired from active industrial and commercial pursuits, and confined his interests to financial matters. In 1895 he was elected to the vice-presidency of the Franklin Bank, of which he was a founder, and for more than forty years a director. During this same year he was elected president of the Franklin Mutual Fire Insurance Company, of which he had been a director since the year 1890, and he continued in this high executive office until the company's affairs were liquidated.

From 1874 to 1876 Mr. Woestman served as a member of the St. Louis City Council, and although the honors of political preferment attracted him but little, he was ever a protagonist in public. welfare and civic progress. He was, essentially, an humanitarian, and any movement in the name of religion and charity never sought his support in vain. He was one of the founders of the German General Protestant Orphans' Home, Natural Bridge Road, St. Louis. He was also a charter member of the well-known Altenheim. His religious affiliation was given to the Holy Ghost Evangelical Church, of which body he was a sincere member and ardent worker.

John Bernard Woestman married, in Alton, Illinois, in December, 1859, Malinda Deterding, a daughter of Christian Deterding, resident of Alton, Illinois. To John Bernard and Malinda (Deterding) Woestman were born four children, three of whom grew to maturity, as follows: 1. Louise, resident of St. Louis. 2. Edward F., resident of Colorado Springs, Colorado. 3. Oscar D., deceased.

The death of John Bernard Woestman occurred at his home in St. Louis, Missouri, May 1, 1907, and lost to his adopted city a business man of great ability, and a sincere and loyal citizen. In regard to Mr. Woestman's life and labors, one annalist has written as follows:

Because it is difficult to detach the personality and character of a man from the many diverse influences with which he comes into touch and association there is found today a tendency to bemoan the absence from places of leadership of men of strong purpose, high aims, and upright life, men of the type of John Bernard Woestman, -St. Louisan of a decade and a half past. Such there are, to be sure, but rarely are their excellencies so blended with moderation, kindliness, and good will that they are recognized by their associates as of surpassing worth. It was Mr. Woestman's lot to bind many of his fellows to him in indissoluble bonds of friendship, and then, as now in memory, he held their devoted respect and allegiance.

The annalist of the present reaches back over the years that have intervened since his passing to record in an enduring memorial the story of his useful career, spent in work fostering the progress of his city and the best good of his fellow travelers along earth's highway.

References-Siebmacher's: "Wappenbuch." "Rietstap," Vol. 2. "Genealogische Studien." (Hanover.) Clarke's: "St. Louis, the Fourth City." American Biography (A. H. S.) Family data.

Editorial

NEW LIGHT ON A FAMILIAR CHARACTER

Ever since the time, one generation removed from the Revolutionary period, when American boys began to find their heroes in the military and naval leaders of the United States, the name of John Paul Jones has represented patriotism at its highest and valor that compelled victory. "I have not yet begun to fight" is a phrase that for a century and a half has nerved youths to keep up the good fight against adversity, to make, as did Jones in the Bonhomme Richard against the Serapis, even a sinking ship the instrument of victory.

Historic research has completed the story of the life of John Paul Jones, during his service of 1788 with the Russian Navy in the Black Sea against the Turks, although there is little therein to add to the reputation that is a national heritage. Credit for bringing the facts of this period to light belongs to Professor Frank A. Golder, Associate Professor of Modern History at Stanford University, who was permitted by the Soviet Government to search the archives of the Russian Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the General Staff and Marine Department for correspondence relating to Jones. The documents that rewarded his search give full particulars of the unfortunate experiences of the famous American commander in Russia, and Professor Golder's masterly paper traces his Russian career from his engagement by the Catherine the Great to his ignominious dismissal, the victim of the jealousy of titled rivals. The story is not inspiring in any sense, but it was needed to complete the knowledge of this illustrious sailor, whose fame as an American is undimmed by his disastrous Russian service.

BOOK REVIEWS

Hearts of Hickory, by John Trotwood Moore. Cokesbury Press, Nashville, Tennessee (1926).

Out of Nashville, Tennessee, has come a finely American story of that district, a regional story of local incident that is neverthe

less national in the sense that Plymouth Rock, Mount Vernon, and the Liberty Bell are national. John Trotwood Moore has "histrionized fiction" and the result is a novel of pure worth. The circumstances of its writing are interesting, but must wait for later mention. Into a story richly romantic come the leading figures of the day and place, that of Andrew Jackson dominating the scene, with his gentle wife Rachel, Crockett, Houston, and the rest. A convincing picture of Jackson is painted, resolute and inspired, not so illuminating as that of Mr. Moore's article in the "Saturday Evening Post" of a few weeks ago, but with broader emphasis upon the results of his military prowess.

Only the close student of the time will know where history ends and romance begins. Now and again one follows confidently the clear light of fact, only to realize with a start that the lambent flame has become the will-o'-the-wisp of fancy. The courtly graces of noble personages and the calm dignity of Indian chiefs clash with the rough speech of frontier ruffians, while courage and fidelity vie again with treachery and falsehood.

Everywhere throughout the story are touches reminiscent of Moore's other works, which have made familiar the "Bishop," Uncle Wash, Uncle Jack, and the life and atmosphere of Tennessee of an earlier, more stirring day. Thrilling movement, tender sentiment in delicately handled love scenes, passages interpretative of historical incident unknown or wrongly chronicled, and lines of emotional description (we have in mind especially Philippe's taking of the Ghost Flower) that for sheer beauty have few equals in modern literature,- these are the materials that are woven into an exceptional story. With deft touch he plays upon the sensibilities of the reader, winning him to admiration of his heroine, Pamela Crockett, little Tripping Toe, taking him from this allegiance by the warmer, more colorful appeal of the Sehoy, Indian princess of the Creek nation, and finally, after the sacrificial death of the princess, leaving him with Tripping Toe reunited with Philippe, the White Eagle.

Mr. Moore has written a book that, according to our opinion, should rank where others of his have been placed, among the best sellers of the year. Evidence would tend to show public preference for subjects rather more "triangular," but there will be many thou