The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-04-19

another whom she does not really love at all is by no means uncommon, if the veil could be lifted from the feminine soul. It is an experience of women both married | and single.
 Again, the girl author in this her first novel works her plot In a way to mystify | a veteran fiction reader. We fear, we be- | lieve, against our ardent wish to the con- trary, that Sarah shot Devine, and then at the last
 There, too. is the vivid description of Uncle Sams life saving station crew, | with It's cartroom, lookout, ropes, rock cts, lifeboat and brooches buoy all evi- | dently familiar to the girl as household words, and there also Is pious, puritanical l Number One, who had full moon drunk | once a year in January. Was the orgy | in the messroom of the little station while | the storm was raging like a million fiends | outside and while schooner was going | to pieces on a reef drawn from life as | we'll? At any rate one gets living inn | pression from them, as though the girl | had listened with kindhng eye and quick drawn breath to thrilling, real tales of | the sea and shore and afterward strung I them together in one powerful fiction | tale. That is why and where she is strong. She has taken up by her own Long Island out of sight of which she has rarely been and proved 1t one of the richest finds for the novelist in this great land. She has followed literally the un- surpassed advice of Rudyard Kipling to write of the things you know"
 But Louise Forsslund says of this ad- vice: 'Kipling might have added when he said. Write of the things you know. | but see that you love them first I love the Long Island folk, and love spans many bridges" | Miss Forsslund has been writing ever since she could form words with a pen | cil First she wrote chiidrens stories, l then at the mature age of IA, began her l love stories. She had done a little news- paper work, but fiction is her field. Pre- vious to beginning Sarah" however, she never worked at fiction systematically, because, she confess>s, T was scared. ' From the time she could form letters, though, schoolmates, teachers and friends pronounced her a born writer. To know | life in its fullness from the start Is the matchless gift of the gods to Louise | Forsslund.
 | She was three years writing ''The Story of Sarah" It was 10 accidental success Her second book, The Ship of Dreams, " has proved as popular as the first. It Is | pleasant to know a publishing house that rejected her first story begged the privi- lege of publishing the second immedi' ately on the issuing of the first one by another firm.
 See here. We must get hold of that girl,' said a leading light of the house
 that had refused ''The Story of Sarah
 in manuscript the moment he set eyes upon 1t in book form. Thus authors gel
 back at publishers-sometimes. Th' Story of Sar1h" has been dramatized.
 asked the young author to tell ma
 something of her childhood dreams. IT
 a charming letter that seemed to have
 the air of the sea in its pages. a letter
 sincere. strong and picturesque. like hel
 stories, she answered:
 Tell you the dreams of my life? How
 can I? They have been many. and SUI
 dream on like a great big fool But II
 this dream of becoming a swriter-whicf
 possessed me from the time I knew tn' meaning of the word 'story'-if this Il
 coming true. why should not persist 1T
 dreaming still?'
 Why not. indeed?
 wonder if the young lady would con
 sider herself a victim of misplaced con
 fidence if I should quote her words oi
 matrimony? They are so interesting Ina
 I will take the risk. A woman rrien'
 told Miss Forsslund that she (the friend
 had not had the strength of mind to sta!
 single. For answer the girl wno wrot