The Montgomery advertiser., 1906-04-08
Conducted By nlartba Young

hits (and with a woman's allowe.
 weapon, the ton5ue). at the Engiisl lbreakfast, as adopted by -Anglo-M'
 niacs. at English aristocracy ant
 their American iitators
 Mrs. Blackwell: l hope you've ha' a good breakfast, Lord Tredbury. Tn dishes were on the sideboard. We TOT low the English custom of getting ul and sitting down as often as possible | never could quite understand it witt the servants crowned, but l suppos' the idea is that it gives one so muci
 exercise. It's certainly delightful
 To Lady Marjorie our hostess state the preroratiye of our own American laristocracy:
 Mrs. Blackwell: My dear. how verI English you are! Our aristocracy Il founded on republican principles. ant
 we have the right to be as arrogan as we choose. Any one who has sur
 ficient discrimination and determine | ton aLI sang-froid may belong. w are not encountered by duties or re | responsibilities ,and we have a code oi our own"
 Marjorie: "It is magnificent. but l is 1t an aristocracy?"
 There is a good deal on the order o' this following conversation betweer of English Trade. One wishes Il were fine-for it is nothing else: Barking. I have been thinking in stead of Genevieve.
 Edith: Never heard of her. Wal she fast?
 Barking: Er---fastl By jove. that's awfully good, you know.
 Edith: Did she have a record? Barking: How jolly you are? say, she did have rather record. Edith: She was thoroughbred. oi course?
 Barking: Oh--er-yes. thorough bred. How humorous you Americans are. She wasn't a horse. you know; she was a queen.
 Edith: Is that allT'
 More welcome arc some or the many little. touches like these:
 "Barking: Do I-er-act like lord? Edith: If one may call it acting" "Reporter: And, it is said that we Americans. too, trc gradually acquir- ing an aristocracy.
 Edith: You mean that we are ac- curing the English arIstocracy."
 Lord Tredbury: Since I met you today you've been everything to me. What are you thinking of?
 Edith: I'm wondering what you had before that
 'Lady Marjorie: have no interest in MT. Barking.
 Edith: An interest in him might De rather a good thing-if it were paid quarterly" .
 But not to take two bites at all or the cherries, we leave the rest In there, need we say--depths of the play. for the reader to find if he may.
 s.The Title Mart" may while an hour pleasantly away but will not add much to MT. Winston Churchilfs many and we'll deserved laurels.
 The Resurrection of Miss Cynthia. By Florence Morse Kingsley. The author professes to nwe certain cheer full and enlivening ideas which appear in humber guise in this book" to Ewin Markhams ''inspirational utterances conceiving the life that now is. Ger tanly the reader owes much to Miss Kingslc,. for her beautiful sermon in book form on that tO do, and not to do. to get the best out of life.
 There is charm in this simple, dainty narrative of one woman's awakening. The breaking loose fror- the unyield- ing customs and opinions of dead ana gone ancestors. Miss Cynthia Day IS the last of her line. She lived alone In the big gloomy house, where the per- SOndl1ty or neT duSlCtCs VI relations fingered like an actual pres ence about the stiffly furnished rooms of the old Breyfogle house. She in- herited, also, the delicate health" which all lady-like persons, particu- larly tlose of the BreyfoCle connec- tion, cherished as an integral element of their genteel breeding. On one or her annual shopping tours in the big city near her home, she consults spe- ofo let in rd "Rharn. tearing pain" she has been aware of for some time. but had patiently borne because "Great-Aunt Serena Day" had fre- quently described just such a pain. Speaking of it as being like. red-hot knitting needle being thrust into one side. The visit to the doctor is made and he very frankly tells her she mas just about year to live.
 Resolved to make the most of that time, Miss Cynthia breaks away from old traditions. She gives away-she will not sell-the heavily upholstered old furniture and musty carpets, re- ligiously preserved from all these years form the rays of the sun. Doors and windows are thrown open. Re- solving not only to live but to let live. Miss Cynthia permits young painter struggling to obtain 8 foothold, 10 paint her house inside and out, then to freshly paper walls no. hand has touched for unknown years. This Is as astonishing as anything Miss Gym thia has done, for, heretofore. one could depend on the stinginess of the Breyfogle family quite as implicitly as on other folks generosity. l wish l give you just he:e MT. Blossoms lit tie sermon, which was the means or making Miss Cynthia think. but haven't space for all the good things. You must read to see. Miss Cynthia aids him, and her house is fresh and beautiful, and kept so by means of beautiful sunshine and fresh air. Then the Puffer twins must not be forgotten, for they played an impor- tant part in Miss Cynthia's resurrec- tion. Belonging to a family where the new baby is an annual occurrence, nobody had time to look after them, until they (shan I say ito discov- eerd Miss Cynthia. In her new-found eagerness to help somebody she adopts, semi officially, the twins, and begins to live their outdoor life go- ing to the woods with them for ber- ries, for flowers. and going sometimes without any excuse at all simply for sheer love of going. That such defy ing of all traditions by a spinster, aged thirty-three, should set all the tongues in the village to wagging in no wise daunts Miss Cynthia. She her life, and If she has only one left sho should be allowed to live 1t her way.
 need not tell you that instead of dying Miss Cynthia renews her youth and lives to spend many more suct happy years. The love of her youth comes back to her, and her life IS crowned with love and happiness a, last. The Puffer twins rise up ano bas hTaasad Tho nO0r and sick