The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-05-22

world. The mill, gin, etc, at Millwood, Hale County. Ala. owned by Col ". c. Tcnstall, is the first mechanism ever run by artesian water power.
 Hon. Hilary A. Herbert of Alabama writes of How War Ships Are Built. He follows the story of the building of the ship from it's designing. through it's cre- adon. to ifs christening. to its launch ing It is story that every American should read
 Triumphs of Science. Ginn & CO. Bos-
 ton; price. 50 cents
 The Highroad. anonymous novel
 just published. is fully of clever things.
 The following extractsg show. some thing of the authors racy wit: And yet I knew that this was | America, and we were Americans. New CT could our position be sound before the world until this was conquered. A
 nobody in his own land is a nobody in all the world"
 Tt has been my lot to understand why men like fools of women. They have shown 1t to me, because they have | so often done me the honor to consider me half-fool. Men live to talk, to kpose before a mirror, as 1t were, and | they want the mirror to be shallow and
 really to hold no permanent reflections.
 They do the posing for their own pleas
 ure and want to leave no records" And what trivial things were in the | minds of this great man! It did not
 take me long to realize that his great
 ness consisted simply in seeing the world small. But something which this man with the vision of the earth did not see small was himself. l | could see how all at once in his later | years there had come to him a sudden | Ieeling Of fright-that there was some- thing he had missed. It was some | thing that all the poets, the pointers,
 the historians even, had agreed was the greatest thing in the whole universe, | the thing which gave savor to every
 thing else. And he, like thousands of
 other men married in their youth, had l never felt it. could imagine how Mrs. Wallingfolds one-sided smile. her ten- | der eyes, her air of I am kind let me ! love you--I am kind had first made him believe that this was still possible l for him."
 Isn't 1t strange that people will die
 of ennui in the midst of life and peo-
 pie that would thrill them with inter-
 est If 1t were shown to them through
 the eyes of another?"
 That a fine nature goes astray
 through circumstances and loses it's
 fineness is no tragedy to the public so
 long as the body Is clothed and fed
 and of fairly good repute"
 Tt has been within a comparatively
 short time that the brisk short menu
 has taken the place of that old, strain
 ed. elaborate dinner which nobody but
 Mir. Ward McAllister ever enjoyed. Ger | tainly not hostess who sat in fear and trembling of what the next course
 might bring forth"
 How many of us realize that the visible world about us is no measure
 Of what is, but merely of what we are
 capable of seeing and understandings | Ghosts may walk for aught we know Our poor little five senses are made quate for our best uses natures srudg- ing dole to us, mere pitiful tools to en- | able us to exist and work for that
 vague end she has In view so far be- yond the limits of our vision. Your real novelist has somethins
 like second sight. He sees the reali- ties behind the trivial little happenings which divert the commonplace minds. Life Is sleight-of- magician who plays her tricks while she fastens your
 attention somewhere else than on her
 object. The novelist, like Balzac or Hardy, smiles grimly and points out
 the machinery"
 MT. William Dean Howells, the dean
 or American novelists and critics, has gone abroad for the spring months. Perhaps his most endearinE traIt-and
 he has many-is the generosity of his praise for the rising generation of fic- tion writers. To an English interview CT he said recently:
 Chicago is becoming the centre of
 an active school of novelists. I think very highly of Edith Wyatt. who has a
 line sense of style, but knows literature
 too well to be literary. Then there is
 Edith Wharton and poor Frank Norris
 10 the mystical side of whose nature
 no one has ever done justice. and Brand Whitlock, who has written the best American political novel that has ever
 been done, The Thirteenth District." THE WHOLESOME ONION,