Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1896-09-06

of Ouida have been less of a surprise
to me.
But why doesn't somebody write
A REALLY INTERESTING BOOK?
What has become OF the people with
imaginations? Is there nobody TO sue
coed Dumas or Dickens, Reade or Thack-
eray. Gaboriana or BalZac-thiS ming
ling may sstm old, yet it covers a class
of books that interests everybody. Isn't
there anybody who knows how to write
a book that will get one up TO suoh
pitch OF excitement that ones hearo
baai.s quicker waiting for the denoue-
,ment. and ones blood courses through
c7e's veins. while sympathy, love and
hate are played upon like the strings OF
harp in rapid succession? Inc TO
mantle stories. probable or NIT, took
one Ont of ones self, and kept alive Uhe
natural feelings. They made people
human. Why does not somebody WrIoe
something wher'1 there is continual
change. and where forty pages are not
Given over to the feelings, thoroughly
snalyzed. OF what the heroine tnough'
Of the hero's appreciation OF muse hVe
10 her disappointment wh5n she 1ouhd
that il did not agree with hers, anu
five more to their last meeting wherein
we are gently told how be held his nat,
how she looked out from under hers,
and how, bidding each other Farewell,
they walked eff or out into the unknown
Wlorld? By This time | have reached
this po.nt. have grown TO deoest the
knox 10 such a degree thGt l trust they
stumble and break their necks, SO thac
the sequel becomes impossible.
NONE LIKE THE OLD.
Positively. for real romance, one has
IN return to the Arabian Nights ana
for ah.olute truth TO Robinson Crusoe.
Far back in my memory there Is sToreu
line plctur5 Of three small Children gAz-
ing with delight at the representation Oh
deaant Young men sanding before
his G,ther said fa,her being the typical
british householder, with mutton cnop
WHISPERS. and undern ath the drawing
IS this inscription:
Robinson CrusOe wants 10 roam.
MY son, says his father, stay al nome:
This gives the rytlm OF the entire
story as told in poem, and when we
regarded as the finest that was ever
written. Friday, first seen IN MS sun
day get-up, was one OF our special de-
lights hut afterwards, when transform
ed by Robinson into a civilized beng,
wearing a high hat and dress suit, he
became almost Godlike TO our childish
eyes. The possession Of these clothes
we explained in the same way that we
did the sort of Mother Hubbard gown
worn by Eve in a Bible picture DOCK.
We thought they grew on trees, and
that very wise people knew where 10
find them. The youngest boy OF tnis
group had an expressed liking for Mr..
Crusoe and a very Indifferent
FEELING FOR ADAM AND EVE,
and when discussion ran very high on
their respective merits. threat 10 take
the story book and lock it up for a
couple of days would make him give out
ward reverence. at least to our first par
ents. though in his hear, he considered
JLsm what his Nanny called poor
white trash" The stories written now
adays for children are not interesting.
What would a child think of story that
meandered on chapter after chapter as
to why The good little boy did not take
thu cake? Any boy would know that the
reason was because he was afraid Of a
tbrashing. and as for believing that any
small man would refrain from taking
sweets because he had analysed the diff
ference between right and wrong, AMI
could see why and wherefore he had
better lei Il alOne-coulG look into the
future and predict bad pains and med
icina bottles-well, all that is perfect |
nonsense. Out of the mouths of babes |
and sucklingS come a good bit more |
wisdom than Is ever credited 10 them. |
l like a novel made like good punch |
with all the proper compOnents, and at |
the last minute a dash Of champagne !
TO give it life and sparkle. One wants
the lovers. the hard-hearted parents and |
the villain, because we know them. and |
human NJ ture after all, likes the old |
things best. ViHes and yir:Ues OF the old |
type are more attractive. because they |
are the same to-day and It is very Ger ain |
that our romances. II they are to prove |
interesting. need 10 have that touch that |
makes he whole world kin.
When Nanny was away last winter,
she made her first visit at q literary |
house. This is wtlat she said about It:
"The lady who kept the salon was tall
and gaunt and was living en- vegetables |
because she was a Buddhist Her right
hand man Cbye the by, he was not her
husband was q poet. and he talked all |
the time about the feelings Of the in |
nermost heart; it was exactly as if |
hearts were in layers like cream cara |
mels. Then there was young woman |
who
KNEW ALL ABOUT SHAKESPEARE, |
another who did not believe than
Shakespeare had ever existed. another |
who Thought that Bacon wrote Shakes
Peare and was helped by a young actor |
named William Shakespeare to attend |
10 the stage business. Then there was |
a lanky young woman who seemed TO be |
a succession Of hCEJws, and she talked |
about the days Of real love, limited about |
tlhngs that were wrong and wanted to |
give me the impression that, if sac could
eel me her hearts story, | would be
very much shocked. Personally, I
don't believe she had any. Everybody
asked you if you had read this or that,
and il you said you had and liked it,
they disagreed with you and If you said
you had not, then they Thought you
ought, and anyhow, no matter what
you SAID they decided at once that you
were wrong. When religion was dis
cusssd, all sectE were found fault with.
though one poet said that the Catholic
Church was picturesque. He conde-
scendfd 50 when ne said this that
wandered ~ he were ooino IN cahla Tho