The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1914-04-26

or the Dead written by Ameli,
Rives. who il in private life tn,
wife OF Prince Pierre Troubetzko y
the Russian painter and sculptor. is IL
strong contrast to her seventeen year ole
explosion. in that Worlds End" has a
happy ending. a mature philosophy anc
a charming style
When the 1900 model elevator jolts yol
into the tiny hall outside the studio OF
Prince Troubetzkoy. an indiscreet glance
down the corridor might disclose him
posing his latest model or arranging the
fashionable draperies Of his last sitter.
With great courtesy I was conducted
by the Prince himelf "two steps down and
two up to find the Princess in fowe,
scented room whose quaint. old fashioned
wallpaper caught the shadows from rose
shaded lamps and the flicker Of an init.
mate log fire.
There should be a play written around
this funny studio. said the Princess. rising.
laughing. welcoming her visitor with her
Southern graciousness and charm and
making wavy blur Of black chiffon and
fur draperies all in breath. Just when
one Of my husbands most importan Mt
sitters is posing for her most important
portrait the janitor intrepidly appears
10 60 up to the roof through the skylight
or a small boy bursts in to hurl his string
Of packages and scuttle out"
A description OF Phoebe. the heroine
d Worlds End Immediately suggests
the exquisite coloring. the slender lissome
grace OF Amelie Rives herself. Although
80 i'll from the strain of creating another
new novel (-Shadows OF Flames') that
. trained nurse constantly lowered in the
back ground while an Italian maid stood
nervously by the door. ready to be sum-
moned. the sense OF her vivid. glowing
personality. the superb nervou vitality.
30 dominated her visitor that it was i'm
possible to talk in the restrained tones
adapted to invalids.
"You know I've always had very definite
ideas about things. even when a little
child she said. .Once my two old
aunts daughters OF the Bishop OF vir-
ginia) we're staying with my mother. and
gave me little book called Line Upon
Mne''-here the visitor laughed at the
memory Of the trilogy. "Precept Upon
Precept" and Here Little and There "A
Little" Said Aunt Sadie upon reading
the story Of the woman who had thrown
her baby into the Ganges as a sacrifice:
Darling. wouldn't you like to he a mis-
sionary?'
Il decided to take the book out under
the trees and think it over with some-
thing like this result. Aunt Sadie, !
simply couldn't. That po' ignorant wo-
man was heather and did II to please
her God. but couldn't talk to her about a
God who wouldn't forgive His own people
that He made himself until He had killed
His own son.
Aunt. naturally Mortified, said, What.
my dear. you don't believe the Saviour
died for man?'
-Not In the way you believe. because
II God is love He just couldn't do that
and bursting into tears went out to study
the Bible. and finding God repented He
had made man. wondered the more.
read Shakespeare at 8 and in
sisted on tho unexpurgated edition-not
liking asterisks in books or life. and INV
father allowed me 10 have IL. saying I
wouldn't understand it anyhow. I grew
up In an atmosphere Of love and was
allowed TO develop naturally. to think and
act Tor myself. One e,uence Of this
was when ] wore short skirt to church
! was preached at from the pulpit
For sixteen years ] was i'll with ap-
pendicitis and when recovered after an
operation that restored me to health, !
began work ON this book. the only long