The evening times., 1895-08-20

with scarcely the change OF a word. When
she has along story on hand she writes
from 1000 to 1000 words a day, five
days in the week, possibly. A novel fin.
ished, there comes the growing and the
gaining time. For months, maybe, she
reads and rides and rows till she has some
| thing more SO well worth saying that pen
and paper must come into play again.
Miss Jewett's den is the most delightful
| 1 have ever seen. 1t Is In the upper hall,
with a window looking down upon the
tree-shaded village street. A desk strewp
with papers is on one side, and Oh the other
a case OF books and a table. Pictures, flo W.
ers and books are every where. The room
set apart for the library is one of the
four great square ones down stairs. But
the books overflow it. They lie upon the
sofas and have shelves in the bedrooms 1t is
the house OF a woman who studies.
Scott, particularly For she doesp t
believe with Howells that the art OF q
novel-writer has grown a SO much finer
thing since the great ronancer's day that
we have nothing TO learn from him. THE
buster I get" she said, ''the more time
make to read the waverly novels"
And OF the more modern writers?"
what would you say II asked you that
Ques uon?''
That 1t depended on the mood
What other answer can you expect from
ME? One can nearly always read Stevenson
and his scotch children, but one book is
for one days thinking and another for an
others. rs'--'
Miss Jewett spoke with the warmest
appreciation of the books of Miss Mary
E. wilkins, whose work Is like and yet So
unlike her own. Both have written low
ingly and truihfulIy of the simple country
life of New England, but where one is
Photographic, the. sentences of the other
are shot with the colors of the Imagination.
''I read Miss wilkins first stories - she
said, '.and k0hdefed that the public did
not recognize sooHeS thafa new genius had
arisen ss. 80 rIf
''Of your own books, which do you
like best?'' a. So r
They're pretty large family now )" and
she smiled. There iaeR always personal
reasons. you know, and associations that
may influence ones Judgment. l don't
think have q fayortae In some ways I
like "A Country Doctor best, and yet 1
believe "A Marsh Islaad'ds better story
am not quoting Miss Jewett YER
batim, and that try to quote her at all
she must forgive mel s,iI
Not many writer's have, felt the .scrib-
bling inst inct 60 young Lucy Gar.
rous Lovers" was. written and printed
when Its author wns sene where about Il.
Before she was 20 Miss Jewett had seen
her signature in the Atlantic Monthly
and other magazines. but, as sbe counts
things now, her serious work did not begin
until some time after then. What the fu.
tnre may bring she is chary about saying,
but with the best years of her life ahead
the best work 10 still to come from woman
young in years, and younger in spirit and
vitality.
1t is worth a days journey down into
Maine to sit in one of those big, cool old
rooms, with the sun dashing against the
windows and tossing the lilac branches
about wildly, and TO hear such earnest
common sense as one gets from few women.
or course, we talked about the New Woman,
Miss Jewett isn't at all worried about
her. She believes In the natural evolution
of things The world progresses just about
as fast as the mass can be leavened whole
somely, There are not so many isolated
women in advance of their day now as a
d6ov Dut thS dNtidBC
has moved long distance forward.
That there Ia room for the women in the
professions nobody any longer questions
What more Is to come is a matter for
growth aud time.
We talked about Whittier. Whittier
knew Berwick, and used to come there
In his younger days TO Friends quar-
terly meeting. So when he had grown
old and shrauk from strangers, Miss
Jewett used to tell him about people
aud places, unforgotten but from which
lis life had drjfted away.
The lilac bushes splashed water on me
as went down the Tagged walk to the
street, but the sun was rcd In the West as
the train pulled out OF the station. And
so / shall remember the river falls, the
sound OF the factory bells, the beating OF
the storm, the dark green d the country
hills. and. above al. the strong. reyiving
personality of the slender, dark-haired,
dark-eyed woman, who looked out on q
wet world 10 cheeriiy as she stood again
In the doorway In her simple summer
dress to bid me goodbye. ,'as
south Berwick Is q beautiful, old.
country town, with the tide water Of the
Atlantic puIsiig twice q dag up to its
decaying wharves, but IL has nothing else
of SO much importance 10 the world out
side asits woman writer Sarah Orne Jeweft.
ELIZA PUTNAM HEATON.