Telegram-herald., 1890-06-20

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aaltls ~ llfs ald come ~ .oasasrars
EgarF1le 81 familiar aith tl4 strange.
sal story OF Lo1iss Aleott. tas 4atlsr
.r L.-tls Wenen. ths allalsr moass-
t.e career ~ the Perry sisters sad lhs
struggle t4r recognition 4ntsFzsus -
tAsss brilliant wo4sn Mrs Isrhuas
Jean lngslo~ and Sra Margaret Saag-
ser before taa.s 4ad fortaas knocked
at thplr doors There Is somstAing
brave nlug.iay aitl the Pathos 8f theiF
salig experiences AID now, sincere.
th9ashsful and meli9wsd By tie years
tAey ID not represent a type "sh0ss
eonse4sucss are slaves 60 fame. but
rather school II authorship that
serves as beacon % the younger gen
GRAFTON Of fslaiains writers and that Is
hon0rsd aad treas arsd ou both silss Of
tae Atlantic.
The other day ia the parlors q the
tltth Avenue Hotel. Z met one u the
uloat rsmarkabls and prolide Of woman
authors, Mrs Amelia r. Barr There
h probably no somaa in the United
states to-day whose writings command
90 wide a circle 0f readers 81 home aud
abroad yet 40 mush of = hermit Is she
that her personality il almost mys-
terry Mrs. Barr $ probably over nifty,
yet she has all the sprightli-
ness of woman 4 thirty. Gray
eyes full OF soul aad dancing
With smiles, hair Just beginning
g. silver a biz a. the temples a
womanly woman. with comforting
presence aud quiet dignity that inn
presses you 81 ouce-she displays III
her conysrsation and gesture force OF
character altogether unusual One
feels Instantly that such woman can-
not talk commoapleces. She wore a
dark travelling dress and shaw Of
6lmy black lace was thrown over her
shoulders She was ln town only for
tay or Two. for Mrs Barr IS quite
recluse and seldom leaves her hermit
ays on the top OF the storm King
mountain on the Hudson. There, IN
study perched like a. syrie among the
clouds. the author Of jan Nedders
Wife The Daughter os Fife. The
Bow os Orange Ribbon" aad round
dozen other famous novels, lives with
her daughters. happy in her literary
work aad her social surroundings
And almos. worshipped By the dwellers
on the mountain who are frequent yIsi-
tors az the hermitage
The story II my beginning liter
ary career Is a strange one, she said.
My husband, a clergyman. died and
left ne with two daughters 20 take
care Of I wrote for a number OF years
for the daily press and for the weeklies.
r. was hard task with me- as IL is
with every one, 10 push up In the
literary world during those years. But
| kept on working faithfully, still
hoping the best. when one day an acct
Dent came that seemed 20 dash all my
hopes. I fell and injured limb so
severely that was confined TO my room
for many weeks
Now. this was the turning point OF
my life. During that period OF en-
forced confinement, il occurred 10 me
that | could write a story. Till then /
had never attempted such = thing.
Eut time hung on my hands and, be-
sides. I needed the money. 10 | sat
rssolutely 90 worS, wholly unaided,
snd i- few weeks the story of Jan
Vsdders Wife WAS sketched in outline
Then came the work OF writing u out.
and when that vas done ! sent it 70 a
Nsw York publishing house. You may
believe I was anx.ous until hearl
from them. bat when the answer did
come it was all I co1ld have wished.
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