Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1893-04-22
NO. As.
ODD MISTAKES OF NoveLIsTs
Writers Of Thrilling Love stories Often
Get Mixed la Their Details.

Writers OF Thrilling Love Stories Often
Get Mixed la Their Details.
The average reader who skins
over the last railroad novel is not
likely 10 notice the many faults in
the filmsy construction of the plot.
But | often smile ut the maidens
that wander in lonely woods" at
unearthly hours of night. always
clad in IA soft. white. clinging
gown. Now every girl knows that
the average maiden in too much
afraid of tramps and snakes to wan
der IN lonely woods" And then
she IL not pale, hut unspeakably
lovely" after such Il tramp. No; an
ordinary girl who spends half
night in "mossy" but damp couch
will wander home in the morning
full of mud and cookie burs. her
bangs as straight IA cable on an
avenue car line and herself as cross
N Seventh street policeman on
Saturday evening.
Another odd thing is the way
some pen pushers get mixed in their
weather reports. Some begin Q
chapter at dawn, there are few
moments conversation. and then the
sun sets in lurid banks behind the
distant, empurpled mountains.
There IL one novel, by The Ouch
esss. ] think, in which the chapter
opens with IA thick, diizzling mist
sitting down and enfolding the land
Hcape, and in few moments the
hero In springing out of a window
into the soft. mellow moonlight"
Evidently the weather possessed as
many phases as Marshall Wilder's
transformation tableaux.
There IL one song and il is a
sweet one, too-that furnishes a
brilliant example In Alice, Where
Art Thouf one verse speaks Of the
silver rain falling" while the first
oneannounces that the moon shines
bright, and that Its rays tinge the
forest. These seem. ON ordinary oc-
caslons, slightly contradictory state
meuts
! have often wondered how long
some girls could go sans meals, sslns
head. sans everything. for. Judging
by some of the writers, neither the
hero nor the heroine in subject to
any Necessity of nature Love IL an
excellent thing. pearl of great
price. But man in "a dirty collar
and no breakfast in his stomach
doesn't feel like counting the girl
who looks as limp as the man who
bet his last dollar on sullivan and
went home to find his wife SICK and
the grocers boy sitting on the stoop
with NIX months hill.
The old fashioned novelist IN played
out the old fashioned hero has been
cremated, and the old fashioned her.
ONE sits in lonely solitude, forgot
ten 10y the busy throng. The wasp
waist. the lily flower that tainted ut
every breath has passed slowly away.
May she rest IN peace And in her
place IN the strong. healthy. rosy
checked. independent girl. who can
drive her horse and cheek her trunks
with equal eslse and fascinating grace.
BIod and bounding health speak
from every rounding curve. and
the dainty, simpering. lackadaisic4ll
maiden Of bushes. tremors and sighs
dwrlls in innncuous desuetude, let
us hope. forever
There let her rest. by the side of
the hero with the short sword and
dark, gloomy eyes. who rode about
ON borrowed horse and whose only
object was To disturb the peace of the
commonwealth. Gone are the per
feet heroes the faultless heroines,
and IN their place reign men and
women flesh and blood with the
passions that sink them to the brute
and elevate them to the divinity
Washington Post.