The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-01-03
By DOLLY DALRYMPLE.

, to look over the list of 'arthurs." When told her Gertrude Haddon" was one of Mrs. E. D. E. N. Southworth's books she langudly waved her hand and said:
 Perhaps you will find it among the paper-backs We have very little call for such things nowadays" 1 would have thought that Gertrude Haddon would have been holding hands with Lena Rivers, D 'The Two Orphans" Dora Thorne,' Molly Bawn," "Temp- est and Sunshine" and "The Pearl of Orr's Island" but evidently Gertrude had no idea of soiling her skirts on dusty top shelves with the old favorltes, for she was nowhere to be seen. looked for an hour for the book I wanted, but no sign of it appeared, not even a clerk who had ever heard of it, or who had ever heard of anybody who had heard of 1t except me. So I bought Molly Bawn,' Red As a Rose Was She' and perhaps by some chance, gentle reader Phyllis" I started to buy a book which you may have read. It is called "Isolina Or the Actors Daughter" I stopped stark still in the middle of the aisle of the book department and recalled how Isolina always met her lover among prim- | roses, and how she always wore a violet gown. I forgot I was in the store for got about Gertrude Haddon;" I forgot everything except when I was 16 and had read that love-lorn novel.
 Presently I pulled myself together and looked around and on the shelf I un- earthed a volume of Annie Edward S Prince Charming" and close beside it was "Claribel's Love Story" I recalled that Peggy said that was the first novel she ever read and would like again to read 1t, so that she might see if the hero really wore a dark blue velvet coat as she remembered him. So I bought a. copy and had the clerk to wrap up my package and off l started for home and Peggy.
 How did you know asked Peggy when I arrived, "that these would be my second choice after Gertrude Haddon? You told me to look at the first, the middle and the last chapters of the books and to buy none without moonlight scenes. l added to these requisites a
  about and so purchased this collection" T remember reading a book where the heroine dressed in geaming white satin steps into the moonlit garden" Here it is.'' l said. Airy Fairy Llian." And another where the heroine feeds her tame pigeons as she sits at her breakfast table,
 Molly Bawn," thank you, "I said and handed the book to her.
 his lady love fin the twilight" said Peggy.
 Lord Lynne's Choice," I declared l and gave her the book.
 'T vowed I'd never confess my love | for this sort of literature until I got to the caps and knitting stage" said Peg | by, but, honest Injun, don't you think Seaside Library things beat the Brown | ing-Ibsen-Shaw school all l hollow?"
 You can read all those things along with philosophy and essays when yeu are old and decrepit," I suggested, "anl make yourself some sort of respectable 1 fve-foot shelf, but while you can enjoy the other kind-do so."
 Don't ever tell on me, Dolly" she | pleaded, "but I do like the all-for-love- and-the- he-library-wel lost kind | They are the double-dyed- l-wood a nd a. | yard-wide kind of the Bertha Clayiest, | Laura Jean Jibbiest kind, but who | cares?'
 And Peggy opened ''The Wooing-O'-It' and that was five hours ago and she hasn't been heard from since.