The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-07-17
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time ago put badly before the world: Trial Marriages.'
 But there is much more in the very impressive pages. There are inside sketches of high life in London. There are glowing and true pictures or Con close picturing of the fife of pro- fessional beauty. The story not only of her Prince-Lover, of her social trt- , umphs, but of her kindness. her con- science, her struggles to adjust her. self to life, her misunderstandings of her best friend and a6cptfve mother. Lady Peterborough. of the all sbsorb- ing love that was to come to her later The most attractive pages gre those that let us share in the friendship of Lord Peterborough and his ward.% That is . delicious fit where our beauty must perforce confess herself a poet to her guardian: Her godfather had stumbled on the fact that Kitty wrote verses:
 It's all right. little girl. l won't tell anyone. Come. cheer up. Let's see what they're like?
 | She shut the sheet of paper in a book. Oh I couldn't-simply couldn't. l oh yes you can'-her old friend per- sisted. It's all right to show me. Shall tell you why? He was smiling in that whimsical way of his. but he low cred his voice to kind of conspira- tors pitch. DO you want to know why" She nodded. He looked all round the room. still smiling, but as and in a whisper he said. I've done 1t myself
 1 Yes.'
 l Where do you hide-what do you doT He motioned with his fine head ltoward a brass bound bureau. You'll show mer she asked.
 i should you like me to? | .Awfully. When do you do itT whts- pered Kitty. coming nearer. 1 .A-a--I don't do 1t much now l Oh She paused disappointed. | I'm too old,' he hastened to explain and too easily scared l But you used to?
 1 oh. for years
 May I see them nowT { They won't interest you. my dear | They're merely academic? Then she knew he had recalled the sins of his | youth to put her at her ease. But il turned out a great comfort to have l told him. For one thing he never. by ! SO much as a hint, seemed to read any thing Lautobiographic in her effusion-
 and yet Lord Peterborough liked | some of them, he said. He certainly gave himself the trouble to take then with sufficient seriousness to point out blemishes, and to instruct the | young versiher in certain rules oi | rhetoric and prosody. They spoke oi 1 Katharine's productions as Our Guilty Secret"
 The book abounds in dainty episode! like the foregoing. to come up on them is like gathering the perfume of wild eglantine in the trim walks of forma | English garden.
 This was the beginning of versifyine that was to culminate in volume oi poetry "truest since Christian Rosetts | wrote"
 Always when Kitty's hardest turn
 in the road came the noble old god
 father was there to help her over tho | rough places calling up the ghosts ol
 his own past to point moral anaes'
 thetic"
 The main interest centers on tho London specialist. Garth Vincent, hil wonderful treatment and cures. Al
 the book is rightly a prologue of Gartf
 Vincent
 Garth Vincent and his cures of tn,
 Nineteenth Century disease, neuras
 thenia, produced according to his the
 ory by the two great genii of moderr
 times. Intercommunication and Loco. | motion.
 Where men could not go themselves. they sent their spirit-through the pen ny post or fitting ghostly over wires. Had the Nineteenth Century marvels of locomotion and er-communication-
 two sides of the same shield-had they made men better friends than the older
 world had seen? Had they made ten
 derer lovers, or strengthened the fam lily tie? Hardly. Were the nations
 drawn closer? Yes. for competition hatred, conhict-Intercommun and It's twin horror. Locomotion-these
 it was that had given the world a new
 aspect, and mankind a new disease Neurasthenia had the foremost nations in Its grip. In the old days. even your
 fine gentleman, If after his college
 days, he made the Grand Four with his
 Governor did his travelling once foi
 all. Now the European trip is not 6
 matter for once in life time. but fol
 once a year, not a twelvemonth. not six
 months, spent in a single spot-always | pulling up and leaving roots behind And the poor body whose top-root is ir
 the soil, Is dragged up from its native
 heath every few weeks. hauled from
 pillar to post. shaken and whirled fr
 motor cars. Jostled on the railway tossed about on the sea-. The book Is a strong study of socia
 conditions of today. A book produced
 of thought and thought compelling, alsc
 a romance of compelling interest.