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The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-25

Of Sunday observance she says. "In our old home up State at 6 o'clock on Satir- day night all work was laid aside and not resumed till Monday morning at 6 o'clock" The strict idea and nsages of the "old home up State" are just about right to Mrs. Russell Sage still. She mentions with hearty approval the plan of a young lady who ,ets her six men friends come to her house Sunday afternoon. but when they are there the young lady reads the Bible to them, and then they all dis cuss the chapter.
 Yet conservative as she Is, Mrs. Sage Is an upholder, noble, strong and up- spoken, of all that fosters higher educa- ton. industrial oppo tun.ty and the gain ing of legal and civil rig ts for her own sex. She believes women, married or single. should be pecuniarEy Independent She and Miss Helen Gould. her most in- innate friend, though so much younger, are both woman suffragsts. There Is strange sort of eternal youthfulness about Mrs. Sage in spite of the black bonnet strings that draws around her young men and women in he twenti s, and she Is to them companionable and intensely in- teresting They forget-so does she-the difference in years and meet on the plane of soul which knows no age.
 Unknown to the world mostly, Mrs. Sage gives large sums in useful philan- thropy, but she has little sympathy with beggard.y charity. She says In her em- phatic way:
 If people would only use their wits and do what they ought to do they would not need to ask for money"
 Lillian Gray.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-25
FRESH CUT LEAVES

Porter. These were most patiently shown 1t seems to us--and we judge also Co MT. soiey-in the splendid work of preserv. ing the communications on the Mississippi ana it's tributaries during the Civil War. keeping those rivers as secure as highway through the enemy's country. Still, as Mfr. Soley admits, Porter never attained his true place in popular esteem until after the fall of Fort Fisher. Then he was Justly acclaimed great leader-even so careful judge as was General Grant thought him on a par with Lord Nelson. It seems strange, therefore, that up to the present Admiral Porter's life has not been written. Few men have stood in greater need than he of adequate treat ment in a popular book. That need is now supplied by Mir. Soley's biography. to which he brings much special knowl' edge acquired while he was Assistant Secretary of the Navy.
 At Aunt Anna's-A well made book with a bright pretty cover. All children like to dress up and play being grown up," and the account here of the four little girls who did this. and the boy Ted. who, perched on top of the gate-post. lorded 1t over them as their 'chair-man," !" will interest without exciting them.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-25
Barrie's First Effort.

J. M. Barrie has been so much accus- toned to praise for many years past that he has probably forgotten the very first critical appreciation he received When ne was school boy at Dumfries he con- trlouted to a manuscript comic Journal got up by his school mates of the acad- emy and called the Clown. Young Barrie wrote series of articles under the head ing "Rockolections of a Skoolmaster' in which with Artemus Wardian spelling throughout, he thus introduced himseie to his readers: When you reed the fol- lowing artickles think I hear 700 ox- klaim, Who Is this grate laterally' genus appearing before our eyes and takin our harts by storm" The juvenile editor of the Clown seems to have been a person of discrimination. for in his Answers to Correspondents" dealing praise and blame alike to contributors. he says in response to J. B. Your Reckolections' are ex- ceedingly we'll composed. Many thanks for both No. 1 and No. 2. We shall be very glad to hear from you again soon" Some of these "Reckolections'' were re- produced in a local paper ten years ago. on the occasion of a visit MT. Barrie paid to his old school. They showed how ef- Actively the lad could reproduce a con versation, and there is certain crude humor in process of development to ba traced in them.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-25
LITTLE LITERARY SIDE ISSUES

the powers dependent on repose-d gn!ty' for instance. or simplicity
 John Alexander Stewart has had wire experience of intercou, SC with the rough CT element of humanity. He was ple- pared for his work on the Samaritan. One experience he relates of his life in the West Is, that the evening of his ar rival to become bank clerk in Winnipeg. a man was shot dead in a saloon-the murderer walking out unmolested. The bank in which he worked was burned by desperadoes the safe in the ruins was guarded by one hundred policemen while the business of the bank went on in d Presbyterian church.
 Sir Thomas Moore was Prime Minis ter to Henry VIII. He seemed a great favorite, and on terms of great intimacy with the King. Says Moore's son-in-law, Roper. One day when saw the King walking with him for half an hour hold ing his arms about his neck, I rejoiced and said to him: How happy he, whom the King so familiarly entertains.' Said he: Son. thank our Lord and find the King very good indeed; he doth as sin gularly favor me as any subject within this realm. I may tell thee I have no cause to be proud thereof, for know if my head would win him a castle in France, 1t would not fail to fall. How well Moore knew him; and this one sem tence scatters to the winds all Frances efforts to whitewash Henry's character He did afterwards cut off Moo-e's head
 Prescott's (the historian) blindness was caused by a school-fellow throwing a hard piece of bread and striking him in the eye He was assisted in his work as historian. by Robert Catre, the author of "A Summer Cruise" and by his biog- raphef, John Foster Kirk.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-25
With Makers an0 Lovers of Literature
THE WEEKS MAIL M

but 1t Is perfectly harmless and perhaps wholesome.
 Dainty Devils" is a good portrayal of the writer, for We are made conscious of a sweet and lovable character in the writer herself.
 liked Marion very much. but I can't say why. She makes a very romantic character and fills space" She remind ed me of Agnes in Copperfield. also Ros- alind in "As You Like It. for she was brave and good and showed more mirth than she was mistress of
 My best wishes to Miss Dalton Dare. and let her remember that Criticism is easy and Art Is difficult"
 Speaking of Mexicans. prairie dogs. rat tie snakes, Indians and cows. have you read the Log of the Cowboy?" Of course this is not a literary composition. and the writer did not intend that It should be. but it's a rattling good narrative when 1t comes to describing that peculiar phase of the old time ''Western life" the ad- venturesome and altogether precarious existence of the cowboy, who is now a thing of the past
 This book was illustrated by E. Boyd Smith. an artist of fine ability.
 Yesterday read Bret Harte's Greasy" and it has had a singular effect on me- I cannot get that little wilful chit of a girl out of my head. She was sweet and lovable little spite. she was. There s
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-25
THE LAZY RUG."
When You are Too Tired to Foil You
 Have an Uncina1ia,

When You are Too Tired to Foil You
 Have an Uncina1ia.
 New York World.
 The Lazy Bug" in all it's passive power. was discussed last night by the New York Microscopical Society. and be- fore Dr. James H. Stebbins. jr., had fin- ished the paper he had prepared he had thoroughly demonstrated that many a man who is too tired to work is not to blame for inactivity.
 pr. Stebbins did not attempt to pro- pound the theory that there was no such thing in the world as genuine laziness, but e did demonstrate. not only by the authorities he quoted, but by lantern slides. that numberless cases of supposed laZiness were due to intestinal parasites.
 The title of Dr Stebbins paper was "'rhe Laziness Disease. Produced by the Ankylistoma Duodenale, and the Unci- maria Americana" The Ankylistoma bug promotes American supremacy by confin- ing its talents to Europe, while Uncinaria thrives in the United States.
 As shown by Dr. Stebbins. the 'Lazi- ness Bug looks very much like hook Indeed, it's common name is hookworm Born in the human body 1t Is expelled and reIntroduced before it's reaches ma turity. It never makes move until 1t gets It's hook into the intestinal lining of it's chosen victim. Then Is fixed for life. Th-re is no way to guard against 1t. as it may be swallowed in water or food or be drawn in through the pores of the skin.
 Man has no monopoly on the bug of laziness. There Is uncinaria canina, for the facilitating of dogs; stenOcepholt, which creates foxy victims for hunt clubs. and tragonocephale, which make sheep so tired they will not even grow wool. All brands were shown by Dr. Stebbins, and so Interestingly that. de- spite the subject. his hearers did not grow weary
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-25

Dainty Devils" is a new book with q rather suggestive title. And the writer of this book would create the impression that she is real man and that her name is Dalton Dare. But since she can Dare do this and hope to pull the wool over the eyes of keen observer, why, lot the Fates be kind to her. Of course. such idiosyncrasies as this must be expected from the feminine sex. their caprices are sometimes very laughable to contemplate. but in her effort to conceal her true ident- ity she only makes 1t the more evident.
 It's a dead give-way. ma'am. We men who can readily detect the written thought of another man. no matter what disguise 1t may assume, cannot restrain a smile at the little lady. or the pompous and fat lady. who penned this fairly good narrative and pungent criticism on the high society,"" kind of bug. my dear reader. which Is eating at the core of American civilization and destroying what manhood and womanhood we once had the audacity to claim as ours. Neverthe- less. she draws a good thumb sketch and paints her characters with a dainty vigor that's very satisfactory, very sat- isfactory, indeed. This book is readable for two or three reasons, but begging the little lady's pardon. or the fat and pomp- ous lady's pardon, I must say that Dainty Devils" is rather too dainty and "mushy" to suit the general taste of cruelty exacting public. This book re- minds one of gum drops and taffy candy,
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-25

Mir. Henley's death left a vacant place fin his company of literary friends. as the following from The Academy and Litera- ture shows: Wherever he lived he was always at home, and from his room from time to tIme came everybody, and the talk was unforgetable. We know that Mir. Henley was said to be always uncom- fortable. He was cripple, Us.ng c. utches and moved about his room uneasily, try- ing to make himself comfortable by change of position. Despite this, he was full of amusement, expanding with great shaking laugh" We are given the description of the personal appearance or the man. His rolling figure filled the eye the great red man, as he was before his hair and beard whitened " tn the large, sensitive, kindly face.
 Mr. Henley's own estimate is found in his preface of "Lyra Herotca. "To set forth as only art can, the beauty and the joy of living. the beauty and blessedness of death. the glory of battle and adven- ture, the nobility of devotion to a cause, an ideal, a passion-even tte dignity of resistance, the sacred quality of patriot ism, that Is my ambition here.
 MT. Frances Thompson in his critical comment on Mir. Henley's style, says: "It is a style artificial, after its kind, as that Goliath of the Phin .stines, Macauiay; yet so pulsating with impulsive energy that want of nature is the last thing you think Of"
 Mir. Thompson's energetic rehearsal of the principal characteristics of MT. Hen ley's work is a helpful analysis: "A world of cultured study has gone to the forging of the weapon; pickering with epi- gram and antithesis glittering with the elaborate research, of phrase which be- tokens it's poetic discipline, poised shapen tistics hand of a consummate master; yet the lire. the off-hand v,rility of the man enables him to wield 1t with all the ease and nature imaginable. It glances with the swift and restless ,brilliance os leaping salmon in sunlight-almost svarV quality in fact. except repose and
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-25

a fragrance of her past presence in my soul. I can feel the soft. velvet. caress- ing touch of her pink fingers on my heart. Hut she Is married now. and lives in a book. Most of our ideals do, I think. Make her acquaintance, my dear reader, regardless of religious principles. and don't say good bye until you have kissed in the twilight, and tread the quiet ways of her life. And when you have finished the story you will say: 'verily. 1t reads like a book"
 Bret Harte is dead now. and more's the pity.
 The sensational Miss Mary Maclane has written another book, and dare say 1t will not be popular as her first one. for 1t Is not as bad My Friend, Annabel Lee." Is the title of 1t, and in 1t there is another photograph of herself. very winsome and pretty face, to be sure. An mabel Lee Is decidedly a better written book than the first, but if you can catch the drift of her philosophy or the mean ing of the book. kindly inform the writer and receive his blessing.
 I have heard say; or,
 Somebody said that somebody said That somebody read that somebody said'' that she had accepted a position on Tho Denver Post. If so, Mary Maclane's des- tiny is certain, her literary career is at an end. Hence. thrice welcomed Is the news. Horatto Lankford King.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-25
IN POETIC REALMS
 OF FACT AND FANCY

The Robins cheery voice, which we hear throughout our Southern woods, recalls little sng. Robin Redbreast," written by William Allingham. which was very familiar to the children of a quarter of . century ago.
 ROBIN REDBREAsT.
 By William Allingham.
 William Allingham was born in Baliy- shannon, Ireland, March 19. 1898. He died in Hamstead, near London, Novem. Der IS, 1889. Goodbye. goodbye to Summer,
 For Summers nearly done; The gardens smiling faintly,
 Cool breezes in the sun:
 Our thrushes now are silent, Our swallows flown away
 But Robins here in coat of brown, And scarlet breast-knot gay.
 Robin. Robin Redbreast, o, Robin dear!
 Robin sings so sweetly In the falling of the year. Bright yellow, red and orange,
 The leaves come down in hosts: The trees are Indian princes;
 But soon they'll turn to ghosts; The leathery pears and apples
 Hang russet on the bough: It's Autumn. Autumn, Autumn late. Twill soon be winter now. Robin, Robin Redbreast,
 O Robin dear! And what will this poor Robin dor For pinching days are here. The fireside for the cricket.
 The wheatstack for the mouse. When trembling night-winds whistle And mourn all round the house. The frosty ways like iron,
 The branches plumed with snow Alas! in winter dead, and dark,
 Where can poor Robin go? Robin, Robin Redbreast,
 O Robin deari And crumb of bread for Robin, His little heart to cheer.
 All of the New England poets contrib uted their ovation to the delights of the season, which has recently come to us with so many perfect days.
 Longfelow's description of an Indian Summer, from "Evangeline:' Then followed that beautiful season Called by the pious Acadian peasants the
 Sumer of All Saints. Filled was the air with dreamy and
 magical light: and the landscape Lay as If new created in all the fresh-
 ness of childhood. Peace seemed to reign upon the earth and
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-25

The schemers.--This story concerns it. self with the Boston shop girl and the Harvard student. It Is a clumsy produc- ton, and the portraiture. though it may be true enough in certain instances. is hardly typical of either employe or un- dergraduate. as the author would have one infer.
 The Vagabond-Mr. Palmer fs one of the very best of war correspondents and writers of newspaper letters. He has also. in the field of fiction, done capital work. mainly of army life. Here he at- tempts his first novel. Frankly. we find the work very uneven. There are excel .ent bits of character depletion and dialogue: some of the war scenes have abundant spirit and thrill; the tone and purpose of the book are clean and high minded. On the other hand. the book sadly needs compression; there are spots of superfuous sentiment; there is, above all. altogether too much monologue by the characters about. themselves and the author about his characters. The hero is little boy who dreams of "a search for a mountain, a mine. and a girl (one particular little girl), and in his after life
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-25

The lady was dressed all in black and wore a little black toque bravely tied un- der her chin three years after even old women in Paris and America had ceased to wear bonnet strings.
 The little lady in black looked as If she might be seventy years old and did not care who knew 1t. Her features were strong. though symmetrical. and her mouth shut like steel trap. Her race was shrewd and kindly as well as in tellectual, yet had a merry twinkle in It's grey eye wlthal.
 Her personality was so marked and so markedly in contrast to that of the preacher of the beauty gospel who hao preceded her that I asked handsomely gowned woman near me who the laoy was with white hair and bonnet strings tied under her chin.
 That? Oh, that's Mrs. Russell Sage"
 Instantly said to myself And If any woman on this planet can manage uncle Russ this one can."
 Ii is really true that Mrs. Russell Sage exercises a more humaniz!ng influence on the great financier than anybody else ever did. Maybe 1t Is because she was d schoolmistress in her youth and learned to manage not only school children, but grown ups. She is President of the Elm ma Willard Association, a director of the Woman's Hospital in New York and a memOer or various patr1ouc societIes among women It Is on record that once she attended the annual dinner eaten to the memory of the pilgrim mothers. It was dinner given by women, but men were permitted to be present and do hon. or to the occasion Mrs. Sage-maiden name Margaret Olivia Slocum-is a direct descendant in the seventh generation from Miles Standish, and she looks and acts the part.
 At the close of that pilgrim mothers dinner the men present began to smoke. Mrs Sage left the banquet hall sickened with tobacco fumes and disheartened over women who met in honor of the pill grim mothers and went home with hair
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-25

Truth and a Woman is an achieve ment in logical astutenesss. Orthodoxy against Atheism and, love against cold intellectually. are the situations from which Anna Forbes Robeson achieves a very original motif
 A gruesome tale Is that book of "Fa- nous Assassinations." It begins with the murder of Philip of Macedonia in 336 B. C.-the slaying of our President in 1901 being the last to mention.
 Mrs. Fremont Oliver does not seem to have done her best in the writing of '"rhe Socialist and the Prince" There is crudeness with force.
 A book that has really met a demand. is Israel P. Blacks Practical Plans" for Sabbath school work--it Is now issued, revised and enlarged.
 You've been ito the war" when you've read Frederick Palmer's "vagabond'- and you know the men of the Volunteer Army.
 Some one has said that John Perceyfield is a leisurely bools-a thing devoutly to be wished" in this day of unrest.
 Does anybody recall "Jane Eyre" when reading ''The House on the Hudson?'
 Simplicity and pathos in John Fox, Jr.'s thought-is the seal of success.
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-25
% HIS FATE. M V
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The fall winds with their chill were sweeping across .the broad steps of the capitol building. A pale young man came | and sat down on the curblng on the Washington Street side. He put by his side torn bag of tools. small red-factd man slipped up silent. iy behind him and deftly reached to steal the bag.
 Almost intultively the pale man turned. and said in a slow tired way: Drop that. It ain't worth stealing"
 The ruddy-faced man made a quick re- toinder: No, not if you are looking" The pale man moved the bag around to his other side. and said: It's poor business you're in."
 well. friend" said the ruddy-faced man. you don't look as if yours was any better The ruddy-faced man sat down and af- ter a moments meditation said: What's your callin, anyhow2"
 'ru a bridge worker-iron-work's my trade"
 Don't look strong enough for that, ole man.
 Hooks ain't deceivin' this time. Just nut of Grady Hospital; got hurt three months ago."
 I'm just out of hospital. too." said the ruddy-faced man. and a broad grin spread over his features.
 What hospital?"
 Federal Prison!"
 What? JailT'
 ''Yep-not a bad place for the summer. There's a society what helps a fellow af- ter he gifts out of prison-thats the good of that kind of a hospital. Gives you good clothes, too"
 Clothes? Is that so?'' The pale-taced man involuntarily looked down at his dirty rags.
 And gets you work. too you say?'
 "Yep-thats it,"
 "Work-Good God! I wish they'd get me some" "Pshaw! You ain't bad enough, pard. Go and grab something; git short sem teuce; play first crime game. Come out and get looked after by nice ladies. Swell. pard: try It."
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-25

NY NY 600 man: how can you talk sop
 Didn't they do nothing for yor ,whsn you got out of that charity hosnitaiSss NO. why should they? I'm only an honest mechanic Are you Roin.T.
 The pale man felt his Loneliness as tha other rose to go.
 Yes; I've got to go after that job. Iru give me time to look about me, Gosh, but you look bad! Good-by."
 The ruddy-faced man rose, looked back Jlngiec a few coins in his pocket, hesi- tated. and walked away whistling,
 The pale man sat still on the b-rch staring down at his ragged shoes. Shortly he was heard to murmur:
 And this is fate"
The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-10-25

the restless heart of the ocean
 was Tor a moment consoled. All sounde were m harmony blended.
 voices or children at play, the growing Whir of wings In the drowsy afr. ana the .,, coming of pigeons, All were subdued and low as the mur- murs or love. and the great sun Looked with the eye of love throuEf fI,A golden vapors around him: Whhe arrayed in it's robes of russet and Bright was the sheen of the Aew .s.,, gnttering tree of the forest
 Flashed like the piane-tree of the per- sans s,s E adorned with mantles and few
 It was late in the mild October, and the 1aao5 leLi the summer harvest all green | wilh grass again; : The nrst sharp frosts had fallen, leaving ! all the woodland gay !. with the hues of Summers rainhovv ar, l the meadow flowers of Nav. Hs Ana shouting boys in woodland haunts caught gImpses of that sky. f1ecked oy the many tinted leaves. ana | laughed. they knew not why: Aho scnooi girls gay with aster flowers beside the meadow brooks
 sunshine e s,Sw nS .. of autumn ,n with the v,, stubble fields lay dry.
 "nere shsdn June en winds 9s rolled in light and ES,ak -Atfs but StllI on the gentle hill slopes in val leys fringed with wood
 ohsatnered, bleaching in the sun. tha heavy corn crop stood .'' season: ~ 0SA''s o@ en~ Ana now when comes the calm. Yntid day, as still such days will come. ID cal the bee and squirrel from nuk 1, tnelr Winter home:
 when tne sound of dropping nuts im As heard. though all the trees are stiii. Ahd twinkle in the smoky light fine veas ters of the rill.'
 So when you find flake or two os snou SUpon your head. which only yesferSsv
 was s crowned Wn with youth and all the joys Let Let sorrow gnaw at your heart. but knov, The ripe ripe October days viii with them them glory richer than the green of spring.
 Prentice's Close of the Year."
 Autumn. too with ,6s i1s green hills. like aItars of the Lifting st their rich fruit offerings to .hs,r