The Montgomery advertiser., 1902-04-06
RED HOT WooING.
Described in a Novel in Which Love
 Letters are Tropically Warm.

Munsey's Magazine.
 Something more than year ago the
 more emotional part of the reading world
 was stirred by the anonymous appearance
 of An English Woman's Love Letters. '
 We demand to know why. in the name
 of common justice. the same homage has
 not been paid to Love and Politics. the
 recently published social romance of a
 prominent orator and a society queen,
 as the title page has it. It this a further
 evidence of American slavishness to Eng
 fish authorship or merely another tn-
 stance of the proverbial blossom born to
 blush unseen and squander it's aroma on
 the Saharian atmosphere Whichever it
 be, we submit that the public disregard
 of this masterpiece Is what is familiarity
 but expressivelv termed a low trick.
 The tsociety queen in question was
 one Helen Newsmith. who is described as
 having petite, richly rounded figure.
 a low brow under a sweep of soft hair.
 in which seemed a smolder of fire. Her
 head had slightly peremptory poise, as if very fervent nature, betrayed in a full bust and red. sensitive mouth, were held under guard" In brief. she was a woman after Laura Jean Libbeys own heart. The prominent orator" was the Hon. John Bingham. We are told that
 when he addressed an audience the smouldering fire in John Bingham's in
 teliect burst into flame" The intelligent
 reader will readily grasp the affinity. There was too much smoldering frs lying around unemployed in the vicinity of this couple not to cause eventual trou' ble. The result is seen in more than
 even the remarkable expressions of en dearment employed in An Engiishwo mans Love Letters" can compete witf the epistoary products of John and Tiel ems smoldering fires.
 These remarkable people lost no time in coming to close quarters. On the sec ] ond day after their meeting they took | bicycle ride together. and before their of each other The smouldering fires | began to glow m. re fiercely. She radi- | ated a warm, subtle odor that penetrated him to the inmost fiber. He was grateful | to her for thus revealing herself to him | as very torent and he thanked with | closer clutch" Expect a hungry clutch l of arms at our next meeting" he wrote | to her, shortly after. At clutching the | Hon. John Bingham could give the Jab- berwock cards and spades.
 1 But Helen was no laggard in emotion | She replies that she is "all one sob" with | longing for him. boasts of 'royal' bi- | cycle ride. from which she returned 1 home fun of oxygen and love-. and fin ally in burst of conviction, cries: Bet | ter Shadiach in d furnace than Peary on , an iceberg" Better. indeed. Kiss my ! photo often. she implores. and John kisses it He grows impatient, and. what | is worse. jealous. "T am savage for those l ruddy lips he writes. One would sup | pose he would be content with her re- | ply: The lips wait to be drained to a pale pink" but no! He hears of a rival | young man who Is poor, depressed and l craves sympa athy-though dressed in good taste;" "and at three f3) D. m. he was at
 her door" They separate and John "goes forth into the night and expires in a
 secluded nook of Lafayette Park (Wash | ington. D. O. Helen dtes' of pure :n 1 ertia fifteen pages further on, and i!
 last seen in the arms of a peasant-fea- | tured angel on the final page, being | blissfully born away toward the upper | right hand corner of the back cover.