The Birmingham age-herald., 1909-02-07

This story of a little truly-girl who grew up. her mysterious companion. her crahhed old uncle, the whish- wish woods, very civil engineer and MT. Billy San ders. the sage of Shadle" is the last long story written by the lamented MT. Har- ris dear "Uncle Remus," for serial pub i lication in his magazine not very long before his death in July, 1908. This story ran serially in Uncle Remus-the Home Magazine-and is now published in book form.
 Adelaide and I have come to the con- clusion that if you cant believe any, thing at all, not even the things that are as plain as the nose on you face-if you can't enjoy what is put here to be en- joyed-if you are going to turn up your nose at everything we tell you and deny things that we know to be truly-ann- true, just because we haven't given you the cross-my- -heart-and-hope -to-die sign then it's your own fault if we don't reply when you try to give the wipple-Wappllng call. And more than that, if you know so much that you don't know anything, or less than anything, you will have te go some where else to be amused and entertained; you will have to find other playfellows. You might persuade us to play with you if you had something nicer than peppermint candy and sweeter than taffy, and then Adelaide would show you things that you never so much as dreamed of before, and tell you things you never heard of.
 Adelaide! Doesn't the very sound of the name make you feel a little bit better than you were feeling awhile agoY Doesn [ 1t remind you of the softest blue eyes Tn the world and of long curly hair, spun from summer sunbeams that were lett orar from last saaSOnS growing! II all these things don't flash in your mind like magic pictures on white background then you had better turn your head away i and not bother about the things am saying. And, another thing: Don't | imagine that I am writing of the right now time for one day when Adelaide and I were playing in the garden we found eighteen-hundred- eight hiding under a honeysuckle vine where 1t had gone to die. Adelaide picked the poor thing up and put it in the warm place in her apron that she keeps for all weak lngs, and now when we want to remem- Der great many things, both good and bad, we go back to the poor thing we found under the honeysuckle vine
 The above is the opening lines of "The Bishop and the Boogerman" and as general proposition doesn't the reading of that quotation make you feel that you wodld like to read the whole book? IF not then: You had better turn your head away and not bother about the things 1 am saying This isn't a book for your ve-got-to- prove-it-to-me man or woman, although the reading of it might do such a erea- ture much good if anything would, which is doubtful. Adelaide's mother and father both died in Atlanta. when she was a little. bit of a truly girl. Adelaide hardly had time to forget that her father had gone away before her mother went to bed one night and after staying there a long time was carried away by the people who had been so kind to her. only this time there were great many more women in the house and some of them went about acting as though they had been taking snuff And there was a very nice old gentleman, with a smooth face and big ring on one of his fat fingers. As well Adelaide could remember, this was the Peskerwhalian bishop and he was just as kind as he could be- Now Adelaides mother was old grabbed 1 Jonas Whipple's sister. Jonas had been opposed to the marriage but when both l parents died there was no place for the l little truly girl to go but to live with 1 old grabbed Jonas, who was worth all l kinds of money and intended to remain ! so like the old man in the joke who 1 being asked for a quarter by tramp 1 replied: q am sorry but I don't seem to find one in my pockets" Look again, | mister" said the tramp, flor if you ever did have one, you've got it now Of course, old Jonas had no time from his, money-getting to leave his business | in Shady Dale to go after Adelaide to bring her home, so he sent his friend, l MT Billy Sanders. MT. Sanders was fat, just like the Peskerwhalian bishop, so Adelaide immediately began to call Billy | the bishop. Adelaide captured everybody l rvif xubo hP n bA 1uvenated the Whipple home, assisted by | Lucindy, old Jonas cook. The Booger- | of the story was Lucindy's son. who l had gotten Into trouble, and returning | home to make peace if possible with his | white folks" was almost killed dead by | the shots from Billy Sanders and Ade- | laide's cornstalk guns while hunting the | Boogerman in the Whish- -Whish woods. "A | good breeze was blowing at the time and | the sword-ke leaves of the corn were | stirred by it, so that they waved up and l down and from side to side, whispering | to each other "whsh-whishi' That was | enough for MT. Sanders. He thought in- | stantly of Adelaide and he named the | roasting ear patch the Whish-Whish | woods. "Cally-Lou," invisible to all eyes save | those of Adelaide, who held long, serious | conversations with Adelaide Cally-Lou | was consulted, scoded as the conditions | suggested: Cally-Lou was always just be- 1 yond one's vision, that Is the vision of | those who claim to prove everything
 Sanders" he said after a while do | you suppose the child really thinks she's | talking to some one? Can she see Cally- | Lou?"
 why not?" replied Mir Sanders placid 1 ly. Folks ant half as smart when they grow up as they is when they're little children. They shet their eyes to one whole side of life. Kin you fling your mind back to the time when your heart | was soft an your eyes sharp enough for l to see what grown folks never seed? l Tells me that Jonas. You didn't know chickens had whsSers did you? Well, | they have. You'll never find out any thing If you nope in the house and pout | like this.'
 There is no way of telling in a review | Of the charm that is contained in all of | MT. Harris stories. You will simply have | to read the books themselves if you are | willing to admit that you haven't already devoured everything that he wrote i This newest story Is delightful And | when the very civil engineer comes to ! Shady Dale to help build railroad, falls | in love with and wins Adelaide now 4 1 grown woman (and Cally Lou. also | grown up, but still among those present, | you will wish with this reviewer that l Adelaide may be just as happy, only for | longer time, as were her mother and | father, who had found out earlier than l most people do the simple truth of the | greatest thing in the world. Some people |