The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-07-02
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cry holows crowned with summer sea There John Langdale, like another King Arthur. goes ito heal him of a grievous wound"
 The first touch of heart healing balm comes to John when he finds a well and wisely marked copy of an odd volume or. Luneau de Boisjermains fine old edition of Racne's plays For no sooner is the volume found than there rises wonder as to whom belongs the hand that traced on the margins both French and En- glish so purely and with such soulful un- derstandng. A slender tWlg, but one on which a broken heart may bring to. burgeoning a new love. Next touch of balm of "a tall. slim girl with a class- oally beautiful face"
 But across the progress of new love comes another interest," There is a ship wrecked on the rocks out from the is lands shore and "slim, little woman braves the boiling foam and rescues baby. John swims to the rescue of the little woman and brings to shore her and her burden-but the wee woman, though she looks her gratitude, speaks no word.
 meeting at morning amid new sun shine and fresh bloom and the little won an bows like a grand dame in her. salon. but utters no word of greeting.
 
 tain morning John comes upon the wee woman half buried in treacherous peat bog, he haste-s to the rescue only to be- come himself engulfed in the black ooze. From the solid earth where John has thrown the little woman to safety sne by heroic effort saves her rescuer. "She did not waste breath with a single word bless her heart. She knew what to do, and action took the welcome place Of talking
 boat race with the little woman, whose name John learns is Patte Meri- vale, and Rattle wins-but she utters no word of playful mockery for her fairly distanced rival.
 A sweep of the telescope in Johns hands and by chance or by miracle Pat tie all unconscious, is brought Into focus and John sees the love light shining in her eyes as from her boat on the pond she gazes toward the gray house that is now home to John-a look of wordless love of how much deeper telling than mere words may ever say.
 The love light in Pattie's eyes lit love in Johns heart. It was not long ere he found the little woman upon the brink of the bog from whose clutches each had saved the other: "I love you! I love your' cried John, reaching yearning arms to her. She, flushing rosy red, was in his embrace. "Ah, little elusive spirit of the island, have caught you at last, For the third time I have you in my arms and now l shall never let you go!' Yet Pattie has spoken no word.
 Why?
 That is the story. The reading of it will repay those who love the light of sea- foam, the drift of moon-lit mists the bloom of spring time, who know that Love is all! That nothing else is' ''The Contessa's Sister, by Gardner
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 A pretty comedy of Capri. Love springs to birth quickly in that isle of sun and bloom and romance. Just glance-and he loved On an island of 12 miles many people and things of interest are gath cred. Here a German baron meets re- jection, which he tearfully admits is not his first. His rival, a young American millionaire, wins his rapid suit and loses his heart-and all so swiftly. A dear old Don of an uncle, despite his disappoint- ment of an ancient baron for a nephew in-law, yet says Bless-you-my-c chill dren,y to which he adds an axiom, "There is no true knowledge but youths own wisdomi'
 tale as light as the perfumes that float over the garden of Villa .Giacinto, as prettily carved as the coral roses that Tessa Monceno sells in her shop in Salerno. The lovers play less of part In the pages than does Vincenzo, incom- parable in service, gardener, butler, teacher of cribbage and of Caprese dia- lect. Less of a part than Lusas cook ing. it is she who makes the "fritto mis- to- mysterious fritters wrought of or anges-the mintestra, the broiled chicken, the wonderful salad, salad that would have taken Mohammed to heaven-salad worth living forever for," formaggio di Salerno, fich di Sorrento, to be taken all a piatta! An Italian translation of the national American dish-plel Branded cherries, preserved figs, sugared almonds citron-tutti frutti in a crust