The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-10-15
Conducted By MlartI,a Young

stand for Parliament. and assured o' his inability to win her. unless so man, speeches per term are delivered b, him. and he. too, takes his medicine like man. But need not tell yot more, let us hope they were improved when they came back. No doubt, expe' rience made of them sadder, If moi wiser men, for Penelope does not marry them after all. The story finally be, comes entangled in motor-cars, anc Lady Penelopes lovers chase franti' caliy across the country in their auto mobiles in pursuit of her.
 Her method of choosing her husband and then marrying him. gives the op- portunity for many comical situations fully elaborated by the author. Her former lovers, one and all. call upon Penelope's aunt, and aver in most sol emn tones that they have married her. Inasmuch as she isn't a Mormon, and Penelope has disappeared, Titania. the aunt of huge proportion, isn't cheered by these conflicting statements.
 The book has life and action, and plenty of movement, but is without any pretensions as a study of charac- ter: 1t Is simply whimsical in its humor. entertaining to a certain degree. In- CT despite his evaporation with the very human foibles of the character overdrawn in many instances. The talk, though very superficial, Is bright. and certainly the movement never flags. The contrasts, too, between the various individuals are well brought out.
 This thoroughly modern story, with its more modern heroine, certainly does not belong to permanent literature, but rather to that class of light fiction that sells for a season and then is forgot ten, though in this strenuous and in- tense age, what author could ask for more than to be remembered for sea- son--to furnish rest and relaxation to the tired brain of the insatiate novel reader for even that period of time?
 Personal and Pertinent.
 If walls had ears" Surely they have If not addition. nor articulation certain sort of sympathy, certain sort of helpfulness they possess.
 Who ever heard of writing a great book in new house?
 One wants to work. if one has any sort of sense of the fitness of things. in an old. old house whose walls have echoed for years to human speech, have known the sound of human signs, have had within them the fall of tears, the beat of hearts. the music of laugh ter.
 What has any artistic worker to do with new pine boards, with fresh oils, varnishes, paints?
 In New York you don't find your au- thors and artists in the Waldorf or the St. Regis, reaping enough If their works get there! They are keeping house or boarding In artistic hooks near about Washington. or even Stuy- vesant Square. all round about the re- zion of the "Neighborhood Club where old families of New York still do con- gregate.
 The old houses that have held the fife-stories of generations are the ones that give out inspiration to the art worker. In my wanderings I have seen just the house where the great novel of the South might be written. I will give the spot when it is on the market and the rising author is ready to re- tire to 1t for work.
 It is a four-room log cabin nestling among the shoulders of half dozen hills.
 The logs were gut and hewn on the spot when land bfought about two dol lars an acre. The joists from gallery to gallery and over two rooms are of single pines These splendid long, leaf pines were cut just here in the house-clearing. The only actual cost in money for the building was fifty dollars to the builders all. and pay for window sash! sF