The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-05-06
Conducted By n1artl)d Ycuna

where slowy time permitted each in dividual characteristics to grow more distinctly worked with passing years. A group of houses. each mansion" In the warm, superlative speech" of the dwellers therein.
 In a tent by the river where the human drift wood of the community
 were gathered for hearing the Word.
 the young Methodist brother. stephen Waters. sowed seed and reaped his | first great harvest from stony ground"
 He sang the old time enriched hymns with tenor voice strong like com, l like some penetrating. and laden with | balm of honey"
 It was the first Voice to greet Ju- dith La Monde on her return to her | native village from three years study l and travel abroad.
 It was Voice destined to enter in- <, to every thought And Judith with | gold hair was destined to play equal | havoc with the young minister's heart. l But pure and strong as the simple | love story runs it doesn't fill all the l measure of interest There are two l sisters. Miss Charlotte and Miss East
 brook. who might we'll have lived and
 moved in the select circle of Gran | IOTQ 1noTS IS SldlSly SOiOHSl ! Carroll, who once loved Elizabeth Pa terson and that Bettie Paterson had | tilted him for a Bonaparte. There
 was a young lawyer Dudley. the pride
 and anxiety of hls native village. A | clustering rogue of an exiled Colonel | of Kentucky, a spoiled village CO., | quette Fanny Cotter. A village poet
 ess (the suff1x was permitted at that l distant date.)
 nNp, @v,~
 were coyly signed "Phillis". or even
 more modestly. Lady Contributor" a pretty distich was often seized from | the columns of the local paper and borne to the uninventality of Miss Leslie's Annual" or The Ladies Re- pository." As cities congest and life gives more and more hurried rush these stories of placid time and easy living grow more endeared to us. Like flower on ship-board in mid ocean such a book shows with it's own beauty and with added memories of dear de- parted days and distant scenes. The people of the village of Camden took their fashions from "Gody's Lady Book" and their literature, Poe's in verital lines. from the Literary Mes senger."
 The sense of honor in the two young lives may perhaps be somewhat strain
 
 the fifties, perhaps. Fate, however, was kind and Judith was finally and fully rewarded for her faithful keep ing of an old pledge.
 Fate in a book is always some mer- ciful won fate with humans for pup pets. The love making is simple and true, wholesome and sane. Miss Alex ander is to be congratulated on this one. The woman novelist is prone to ha farvid in love
 Miss Alexander has a pretty fancy for drawing contrasts, her pages spar kle with variants like these: The one face seemed ready for an angelic halo; the more dearly bought glory of southood might in years to come crown the other"
 "The texts he loved best were from
 St. John. but in the straightway' gos-
 pei of St. Mark he had always found 8 peculiar satisfaction"
 Jane was one of those women who
 are valued. Charlotte was greatly be- | loved"
 "Yesterday was an inconceivably re. mote past and tomorrow an equally re-
 mote future "
 You know it happens sometimes
 with the best of us when the rhyme is
 in the wit is out"
 A fine book about fine folks, s book worthy to live in our world a
 long time, for as the writer opines oi | other books: Fine books, like fine
 people. know how to grow old grace
 fully"
 ''The Mystery of June l3tb," by
 Melvin L. Serven. This book endea-
 vors to be wildly and wierdly impress sive, but only succeeds in being tire | some and long drawn out. The author says in his "foreword, that he is not a student of detective lit- | erature; that he knows little of the
 methods usually employed in such sto- ries, and did not feel 1t necessary to follow that little He might have spared himself that trouble, however, for even the most casual reader will readily percieve that he knows little of the methods usually employed in such stories I suspect. if the truth were known. though. that MT Serven has endeavored to initiate Edgar AL len Poe in his mystery tales. Though the attempt falls far short of the orig inal, and reminds me of how friend of mine said he felt on going to a theater in Paris to see Macbeth" In- stead of the well know greeting of the witches: All hall. Macbeth!' Inn agine his horror when an actor ex- claimed, Bon jour, Monsieur Macbeth. AAy friend was so overcome that he got