The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-03-11

Frances Hodgson Burnett. Mrs Bur nett has essayed and successfully greater variety of work than any other writer. Her works of Southern life were true and vigorous. Her stories for children reached phenomenal edi- tions and still sell vigorously as any pieces of new literatRre. Her society novels, her plays, have all been won derfully popular.
 The Dawn O. A Tomorrow" is in distinctly new vein for Mrs. Burnett. It Is done with her best skill. It. will live and will bring new life to many weary soul.
 The story extends over hardly half a days time. Antony Dart (so called), wakes in a poor London lodging house. He has arrayed himself in shaDDy clothes, has obliterated every trace or his former life, he intends to take his life in the morning of the foggy day that has just come to London. The fog is yellow and thick and dark and o..ly the striking clocks let humanity know that a day has come and IS going.
 He intends to go out to buy the pistol that will end all his misery or sleepIess nights, restless days. sud denly voice within him cried with out conscious volition on his part; Lord. what shall do to be saved?"
 That cry made without belief, with out hope, yet brought an answer
 The pistol bought Antony Dart unr reml...ngly lost himself In the fog. lie wandered to one of the bridges ana there as he leaned over the stone para pet he came in contact with the chiiu of the gutter: Glad.
 With Glad he found in an hours time A new heaven and a new earth.
 Glad was flor her years. so ugly and SD ancient, and hardened in voice and skin and manner that she fascinated him." Later; when seated with thief, a girl of the street and Glad the beg gar about a fire In loft 1t was Glad who was the Ieaven which leavened the bump of their humanity, What this leaven is--who has found out? But she-littie, rat of the gutter--was fond of it, and her mere pure animal joy in the temporary animal comfort Of the moment stirred and uplifted them from their depths"
 Glad had ''cheefie" philosophy that made her hard life an easy one, that made her in her abject poverty help CT of others It was she who cared for the babies in Apple Blossom Court, who kept helping Polly Buck up" against hard chance, who was light even to Miss Montaubbyn.
 "when things begin, they finish" declared Clad 'Ips like a wheel rollin' down an ,iIl All of us'll finish some tim. Cos we've begun. You will, Polly wi1l--'e will will:
 If things ain't cheerie, peoples got to be---to fight 1t out was her phtios- ophy.
 Some of her wisdom was of Gods good nature born within her. in us all did We but give it light and air to grow. some came of Miss Montauleyn's teaching. Jenny Montaubyn old dance of music halls, worn out with her life of labor and sin had learned the new gospel from a lady who visited the hospital to which she had been carried with broken legs. She let it grow tjjl it's grateful shade and blooming soft eued and sweetened all Apple Blossom Court.
 Drunken Bet found 1t "cheerin' as drink an lastin longer"
 'Js it a religion?' asked Antony Dart.
 7 'TFs cheerher," said Glad. E And that told t.lI the story.
 Like wise pilgrims seeking truth, wherever it may be found, Daft and Glad went to Miss Montaubyn's room. Miss Montaubyn's face was witherea and wrinkled with needs of past years which had once stamped their reckless unsavoriness upon its every line, some redeeming thing had happened to it."
 And Jenny Montaubyn. seated at her patchwork, began the story of her be- lief.
 'Godamighty now, there ain't bit of arm in i'm. E never done the acct- dents and the trouble. It use us as went out of the light into the dark. If wed kep' in the light all the time, an thought about 1t, an talked about 1t, we'd never 'ad nothin' else. Faint punishment, neither. Faint nothin. biit the dark--an' the dark ain't nothin' but the light bein' away. Keep in ths light, never think of nothin' else, an then you'll begin an see things. Ev- erybody's been afraid. There aint no need. You believe that Speak, Lord, thy servant 'eareth, an yell ear and gee An never you stop sayin' it-les yer cart beat it an you breath breathe it-an' yeli find yer goin' about laugh in soft to yerself an lovin' everythin. as if it was yer own child at breast. An no arm can come to yer
 So Jenny Mountabulyn lived happily and made others happy in her belief, she worked every morning saying; Good things will come today. She an- swered every knock at her door saying: A friend comes in.
 So she lived and Believed and was not Afraid. Suppose" said Antony Dart, that this gospel were true.S "Spose it was"- cried Glad; "an' sit- tin ere an not knowin' it--nor gettin' the good of it. Since as if no one 'ad ever known about 'lectuaIy, an there wasn't no Iectric lights nor no 'lectric nothin? That nobody knowd, an all the time it has been jest waitin'."
 "Goode~ fillin' the world" said the old dancer. ian some of its cousin to me. It's been sent-an' Fme goin' to meet it. It's comin-it's comin'?
 we've never been expectin 'nothin' that's good. I was allus expectin'