The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-04-23

Beyond Chance of Change. This book has already gone into its second edition. Small wonder. Real, living rhildren are rare enough in the world of literature. And these gay young Sters with whom we made acquaint- pnce in that delightful book. The Day Before Yesterday" are all here again. Here are Rachel, and Dick, and Daffy and Sarah Jane.
 Rachel, who expected all her world 10 change on the day that she became 1even. Rachel with her many sins and ardent contritions. Rachel, lead ing sophy Jane astray with the feathers of the Blue Jay-and then by c late repentance bringing to Sophy Jane a box of all the good things of the party.
 sophy Jane was a practical little body and not often led down fiowery paths of childish pranks even by inn petuous Rachel. She understood a childs limitations: Sermons are for big people. The singing and pass ing the plate are for us. We can talk about those things" said wise Sophy Jane.
 How Rachel helped in the courting of Nora OConnor; how the Children (with a capital c, as it always is spell ed in a we'll regulated family) played flower ladies under the currant bushes; how the Children cried "Ho For Idaho!' all makes charming reading. Rachel was an embryo club woman. reformer, and political mover as a wee woman of her enegries was bound to be.
 Little girls will be fascinated with the story of how she founded and foundered on her first organization. 'The Freedman's Relief Society" There fs a brave story, too, of how they kept Fourth of July in the old town of long ago. The simple story of childbook's S doys and sorrows catches the ear of the world and falls deeper to cling about the heart-strings.
 It brings smiles to the lips and tears 10 the eyes. 1t affects one like feel ing the full of pink apple blooms petals In wind blown shunshine; like look ing on a bank of tender violets ab1ow In March; like breathing fine elusive pdors of sweet-shrubs in earliest flow ering time.
 what an exquisite idyl of home Is the story of the twilight, tho story of the Little Brother:
 This was the sweetest and saddest of all the stories dear mother knew The doctor was never brave enough tc tell 1t at all, though he knew 1t quite as well, for it was the story of the First Born, a bright and beautiful lit tie Presence which had dwelt under the cid roof-tree long before Dick had opened his eyes there, a little Presence which had stayed there only foul short years, and then had gone to tho other country. There cannot be Sc much to tell of boy who comes and goes In so brief a while, but no one ever wearied of the simple chronicle Once it was only a quick answer flashed back to a sad tale that some poor little boys have no warm clothes, s'but some dor' Once 1t was the gay explanation of some daub of paint upor an untouched place. T want to make smile, as he was tucked into bed "YoU makes me all cubble hubble. murrer.' Once 1t was only a word. as a little burning hand was lifted to wipe away the tears from the faces that leaned uver his pillow, and a finger pointed toward the box in which he kept his pennies. as he made his will. "Nisho- maries," he said, and then he wen away, the Little Brother, and in al the wide. empty world there was noth- ing left but the foot prints in the snow where he had played before the crue fever seized him. The children helt after day, the young father and mother went out to look at the tiny tracks how, day after day, the sun mad' them fainter and dinner, and how finally the grass grew where the snow had lain, and the springtime flowers came back again.
 And then we came," comforted the
 Blessed is the household through which the feet of little child have danced on their way to heaven! Blessed are the children who have a Little Brother among the Angels, and' oh blessed above all. is the faith that see: sees him waiting at the End of the Way
 Amanda of the Mill. Marie Van Worst writes always with strength and force. She puts the red blood of life anto her characters. Her close study of the conditions of working women. of the conditions of the cotton mill hands at the South mako her work not only real but of real value to the stu dent of the condition of our time.
 The love story is a sublime one with Its beginning in mistake, its life through years of separation, its tale of yielding, of reminiscence, of blessed hope. Not life's way with love. but the complete and ever irremediahle hardness of life need not live in lit- erature.
 The plot is a far more closely de- lined one than is usually found in the novel of today.
 It reveals itself as in the work of khe masters.
 The whole iS written with an art fhat IS Tn the Work oI toudy hlost uh~ usual.
 It is not the patch work that falls periodically from the press.
 The description of the white hill people, of their cabins where all lived in one room, of the pride of grand mother Henckley in her three-room log hut, of the boost that the Henchley's came right from the English" are true to the letter.
 fha seffline of the mills in these hills Miss Van Worst tells we'll The pretty farms, the mountain namlets, the women of the cabins, the children all flock to the mills.
 The thores of dawning civilization begin.
 A long pain. bitter in its coming. yet with all its throbs obliged to come.
 The evils of long hours of child la bor of poor pay are shown with keen elearness
 The love story. kept pure because of the reminiscence of two aspiring souls,