The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1908-05-17

TIE GOLDEN ROSE. BY Ameiie Rives
Harper & Bfothers. of New York

TIE GOLDEN ROSE BY Amelie Rives.
Harper e Brothers. of New York,
publishers. sl.25.
An interesting fact in connection,
with the appearance of Princess
Troubetskoy's Just published book, Is
Its dedication. which reads thus:
ITO Louisa McLan Peasants. in
token of a beautiful friendship of more
than twenty years. When the Prin-
cess came as a young girl from Ala
ban1a TO Virginia she lived for some
time in Richmond, and the intimacy
OF the association began then between
herself and Miss Peasants has, as she
states. continued unbroken since.
When the authoress revisited Rich
mond in the winter OF 1906, after an
absence OF many years she was the
guest of Miss Peasants, at No. sos
East Franklin Street.
In It's longing after the ideal and
the unattainable. its looking outward
to "the light that never was on land
or sea-" in its rufflng OF all impossible
wishes and desires. THE Golden Rose"
Is book that awakens equally-pain
and interest.
The setting for the story is intense
~ Southern and virginian. From i.s
1ovable, sunny and shabby old mansion
at Kingsweather, the inherited home of
the heroine, with its white paneled
walls, its Sheraton Chippendale. Louis
Quinze and Louis Seize belongings, its
dinfng-room and its south chamber. 10
Its vistas of hedge and shrubbery in it's
old-world garden, where fringe trees
jumpers and masnolias looked down
on thickets of lilacs and athea and
thousands of roses and lilies gave out
their fragrance to the soft breezes-
the picture is living and real one,
touched into being by a delicate hand
that knows and loves its work
The names of the principal person.
ages in the book are as familiar to
Southern readers as the house and gar
den encompassing them, even the
negro house servants at ISingsweathar
being types of their class.
The motif and meaning of the Gold
en- Rose" and the purpose of its writ
Ing, however are best explained by
the authoress herself, In conversation
she describes as taking place between
the man and the woman with whom
she chiefly occupies herself in the tell
ing of her story. The two are pictured
by her as standing in the fragrant
garden, with the soft summer dusk
around them. and the woman says:
can never marry again, not II
loved man more than any earth-born
III III
him and me-pever, never
My sweet" he said, "if there is pas
sion in my love for you. you will UNDER
stand. l cannot explain 1t to you or
myself as / would. but 1 swear to you
that It Is more of the spirit than of the
flesh"
oh" she said, 'oh did not know
that man lived like you!" And she
drew away her hands from his and
covered her face again.
You humble me-" he cried; you
humble me to the very dustw
1T is to the star dust then" she said
Listen, and / will tell you what you
have done for me. / had n dear and
wonderful friend once, and when she
lay dying, she opened her eyes in
strange, sudden way on mine and said
these words: Always the painted apple
never the golden rose. I said Gene
We've, who said that? Rosetti? and
she smiled and said: NO, Genevieve.'
And little while after she died. And
then. later, when-when I had--nved
more. l felt that / knew what she
meant. But Tonight" she cried with
sudden white ecstasy, bending her
head before he could stop her, and
laying her cheek upon his hands, you
have given mo the golden rosc!''
So much for love amid juno roses!
But the golden rose" withered in the
land that held 1t before the SHOWS Of
winter came, because for the man the
"splendor of a great passion had dim
med into the commonplace. had flick
cred and died down. leaving only the
grayncss of every day" to mark whore
1t had burned.
For the woman: Tier house of love
was fallen into ruins about her. ant
G no 1cf hnt1H ha,-
habitation. But he can never give
again what he has given me-" sh
thought, that Is, life lived-a If
given. More. or stss he may love. blu
never Just the same. never quite as h
loved me. He will marry and live an,
and love like other men. But some
time, perhaps when death Is near hin
he will know that I, the dream, wa
the real. And as she stood looking GU
of the winter world into the place o
Dreams
Always the painted apple" she wa
saying in her heart. always tn
painted apple-never the golden rose
not here"
"And she seemed to $50 herself,
little figure far off. very tired, YER
old, bearing painted apple in ne
hand and toiling along the ancien,
narrow path. as hard to tread as tn
edge of razor"
MR.. CREWS CAREER" BY Wins
ton Churchill. The Macmillan Com
pany. of New York. s1.5O.
"A new book by Mr.. Churchill is a
event in the literary world that an
swers a demand for the best ant
purest in fiction.
Je,hro Bass, as a creation of Nj
Churchill, invested his "Coniston" wit
the quality of permanence and ha
,iven II a distinct place and purpos