When a young man sets out to London to make money for his relations he usually (in a novel) writes a book which sells prodigiously--quite an easy thing to do in a novel. Mr. John Wilberforce, however, avoids the beaten track in _The Champion of the Family_ (FISHER UNWIN). _Jack Brockhurst_, the champion in question, became a member of the Stock Exchange, and, if you will accept my invitation and follow his fortunes, I can promise you a fluttering time. Mr. WILBERFORCE'S name is unknown to me, and I judge him more experienced in the mysteries of the Stock Exchange than in the art of fiction; but I like his constructive ability and I like his courage. He does not hesitate to make his champion a prig, which is exactly what a youth so idolised by his family would be likely to become. But, though a prig by training, _Jack_ was not by nature a bore, and his relations (especially his father and sister) are delightful people. Altogether I find this a most promising performance. * * * * * [Illustration: "HAVEN'T YOU ANYONE YOU CAN PLAY WITH, BOBBY?" "I _HAVE_ ONE FRIEND--BUT I HATE HIM."]