The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-03-27

 1 Atlantic Monthly MT. William Carrot l Browne, the author, is well known throughout the South. Whatever he has ] to say commands the attention of d large and thoughtful class of readers been for many years a resident of Bos- ton. The subjects of these masterful es- says are:
 The Foe of Compromise. The Task of the American Historian.
 The Defense of American Parties.
 Great Occasions of an American Uni versity.
 The great occasions of Harvard (the American university from which Mir. Browne writes), are visits to that seat of learning of General Washington, Mar Andrew Jackson and other events of mo- men. to the great university. The work Is done with force, and the men and vo- mer of the different times are vividly shc wn us.
 From the first of the essays we quo;a a passage that is written in the heart, in part at least, of every striver after the ideal: Tt is of his lost battles that man must think If he would clearly understand why that longing and strain ing after life, which Is an inevitable ex- RSliCHCc II hC lS SCl dSdih COLipiO- mise, Is so great pain.
 Tt is longing and not having, desire and not fulnllment hunger and not re- pletion, that quicken most the apprehen- sicns.
 Possession, ease security, assurance these are not the words in which a man l is intensely aware of things outside him. self.
 But if he be thrust forth from the house of his toll, barred from the wis., ionary mansion of his hope, let loose to | wander to and fro on some highway or | city street of life, all that interior com fort he has lost and all unhoused mis- cry he encounters will find their right place and perspective in his juggling | thought" l. 1t not this loss, longing and strain ine-this longing and not having, this | sudden poverty and incessant struggling of a nation that nas crystalized into song and story the thought of the South. Out of loss of material things has grown tue art life of the South that is now So boldly and beautifully shown to the world. When we were the wealthest nation of earth. per capita, we had few | writers, singers, artists, musicians. Now that we are the poorest of earths na- tions in material things we have become | tho highest in our artists, literateurs and musicians.
 The Foe of Compromise and Other Els says. by William Carrot Brown. The Mo Milan Company, New York. MT. Thomas Nelson Page has just col | lected his unbound pieces of short sto- ry writing into a volume, to be called Bred in The Bone. Other stories in tine | book are: The Spectre in the Cart, An Oll Virginia Sunday, The Sheriff's Bluff, The Christmas Peace, The Long Hill- | side.
 The Blood Lilies.-It is a delight to find a book that Is about people and not about things. As a nation we are be- coming idolators, worshippers of things, things that great wealth can buy. Nov els of the day are full of the worship of things. It is good to have the scene open up somewhere where the chief in- tent Is not the selling of the jewel but the jewel itself, the quivering, beating rubescent human heart.
 From the hour that the great medicine man names the Indian boy Mas-ki-sis. tn Lame One. our hearts are drawn to tlr, little red one. .1
 We love him as he goes through the forest setting his snares for the ciapoos (rabbiD as he feigns sleep to save the Scotchman from finding the blind trail to the lake of death. as he lies through the bitterness of the blizzard close with Wolf Runner and the two Scots under the snow.
 Mas-ki-sis is taken from his tent by the police as guide on the raid after H. licit whskey sellers. He slips away at night only to fan into worse hands, the whiskey men and horse thieves.
 Deserted in a strange land by the whis key men. a waif of humanity in the pri- meval forest of the great North the boy sleeps close to the stolen horse that the men had let him ride and with daylight started to find his home tepee. How he travelled day. letting his horse pick the way till he came to the poplar where he had dropped the two feathers as a guide to Wolf Runner should he seek him. how he then let go the hack a mane to catch up one of the feathers, how he found the dropped horseshoe that was to play so great a part in detecting the horse thieves; how frightened by a wolf's howl his loosened horse flies from him are stories to make the boy readers heart beat with excitement.
 The little Indian was alone and afoot again in the forest and coming nearer