The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1903-04-26

artist is to be judged by the quality and
number of ideas her work conveys to the
mind. In Miss Forwoods picture called
1.-The Wizard" the subjects wisdom is
| conveyed by means of his attitude as he
sits over a big book. and by the mystery
and weird aspect of the cats that stalk
or lie around him.
! "Filida Meets the Prince" and "Pippa
and Her Geese" are two other excellent
plates, full of life, splendid color and rare
expression.
Miss Forwood's love of the beautiful is
shown in the dresses with which the fig
ures in the various pictures are clothed.
Her feeling for color is perhaps her great
est distinction. For a child of her years
it is unprecedented.
! Gwendolen Forwood is happily very
modest about her achievements. She
| thinks just about as much Of her first
publication as the average schoolboy does
| of his success at the simple addition sum
in fact. she is warmly grateful when peo-
/ pie interest themselves in the work. which
| in three weeks has gone through one
| edition. At her home at Hampstead she
| quietly amuses herself with her brush
/ and pen, continually working at the hobby
which she loves.
/ To secure an idea of Miss Forwood s
style and literary methods it is quite
| worth while to glance at her introduction
! to her quaint stories. 1t is as follows
well, my father is a philosopher; that
means a lover of wisdom, at least that &
what he said, because, in Greek, Philos
means loving and Sophia means wisdom.
I'VE live in funny rambling old house
| that looks as if. in the days gone by, il
had been dropped right down among the
tall trees that surround it.
"All the rooms except one are very long
and low, and the windows are made of
great many little pieces of glass instead
| of one large pane like Mrs. Lows. the
| Wears wife. who has come to live in our
new vicarage since the old one was burnt
down
But l know you are longing to hear
about the one room which is not like the
| others. You ask with hated breath: Is
| it a Blue-Beard's chamber which Fatima
| opened with the mysterious key, or is II
! like the little one-roomed house in the
wood where Little Red Riding Hood heard
the wolf knock at the door?
No, it is nothing half so exciting; only
a dark old library, full and ever so full
t of many thousands of books.
There are books withlists of words
called Dictionaries, and books with pic
/ lures of animals, black men crawling into
| little houses matched with straw, men
covered with armour. fighting on horses.
| Indeed, there are so many books that ii
would take me all day to tell you about
! them, so you will only be able to hear
of my favorite which L found and lost in
one day.
Il went out fishing with Peter-he is
Mrs Lows son-and got my feet so wet
that next day my throat swelled up and
my voice sounded all grun and funny
like fathers.
Sally, she's our housekeeper. lit big
fire in the library and said I was to stay
there all day. She said l might dust the
books if liked; so armed with butter
scotch duster-you know the sort, with
little red and blue squares running into
each other all over It'll mounted the high
/ library steps and worked ever so hard.
When had nearly finished the first shelf.
| came across a dirty. musty, little brown
book. which / had never seen before: I
slid down the ladder and ran 10 the fire.
sitting down like a tailor in front of it. in
tending to have a good lock at my treas.
ure.
I opened the hook at the first page.
which was quite yellow with age. and the
writing was in very quaint style, with
| is where the IS ought 10 be.
There were all sorts of stories in IT.
one Of prince and princess. whose names
were Filida and Corydon; another about
| Pippa- goose girl. and vet another en-
| titled The Little Boy Who Lost His
Memory
Il was so interested in what I was read
| ing that l did not notice how near was
| bending to the FIRE to get the light. until
suddenly l smelt my hair singing. and
dropped the book straigh; into the flames
in my fright The dry old paper cracked
and frizzled away in n minute. and I was
left contemplating the sad end Of my
| stories when 7 felt shake. and looking
up saw Sally. who had come to tell ne
| tea was ready. sally cried. who was
1 Filida. and who was Pippa. the Sweet
Maker. with lovely long red hair
Tut Bairnie. have " been dreaming
now7' she answered knew / had not.
I aN4 HrEr-iStrN N AeiAlnE ner al ao1At the
/ great Runculorum. and when 7 had fin
/ ished she looked quite scared and fetched
/ a Httle glass tube called thermometer
/ This she put IN my mouth. telling me to
/ remain still and not talk until she came
| back and - I law and bliHked al The
| fire Tor about i've minutes ara nearly feIl
asleep. I can remember being carried
q bed. which was - warm ard cosy hat
feIl asleep in minute although tried
very hard 70 keep awake. - that could
think Of the stories I had read
Il told father al about II IL TIE nom
Ing. hut he only laughed and psttet ny
bead and said. Been dreaming ehT -
suppose very wise people are too grad
10 take any zotice q little hrpSu boolrs.
very unvise people Ike sally. are too
silly. 81 ar going % tel ~ stories .
| boys su6 girls IKE myself. who / sno~
z-sn ils.e them slsf - -usch as ! %. and
WIN not say TIT, Bairuse. bit " have
been dreaming RON
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