Women authors of our day in their homes; personal descriptions & interviews; . another author,if you think that I am, I have no I read an adverse criticism of my work, Isay to myself: That man hasnt vv^ritten that with-out some reason; he hasnt worked himself up intofury just for the enjoyment of being in one; theremust be something in my book that has irritatedhim. And so I try to find out what it is, andwhether his disapproval is justified. I dont say,however, that I often take his advice; it is foolishto take criticisms to heart and let them interferewith ones personality. If
Women authors of our day in their homes; personal descriptions & interviews; . another author,if you think that I am, I have no I read an adverse criticism of my work, Isay to myself: That man hasnt vv^ritten that with-out some reason; he hasnt worked himself up intofury just for the enjoyment of being in one; theremust be something in my book that has irritatedhim. And so I try to find out what it is, andwhether his disapproval is justified. I dont say,however, that I often take his advice; it is foolishto take criticisms to heart and let them interferewith ones personality. If, for instance, I find sucha competent critic as Mr. Courteney condemningme for exactly the same things that Mr. Gossepraises me, I simply determine that the next time Iwill endeavor to please both. [109] Amelia E. Barr In Cornwall-on-the-Hudson, New Tork BY MRS. BARR Born in Ulverstonj England Jan Vedders Wife. A Daughter of Fife. A Bow of Orange Ribbon. Friend Olivia. Bernicia. The Last of the McAlisters. A Rose of a Hundred Leaves. Feet of Clay. Prisoners of Mr$. Barr in a Corner of Her Ho. X Amelia E. Barr In Cornwall-on-the-Hudson, New York AN ideal road, long sought, has been dis-covered. It winds with many a turn,under the June sun or the June shade,over bridges, past inviting glens, with the moun-tains beside and above one, a present joy and anincentive. The valley is like an outlived past, moreand more pleasant in the retrospect as it is left far-ther behind and below; all its asperities softened,and its discomforts, with the many pettinesses thatwere a part of it, forgotten. The road leads to a cottage—and, doubtless, be-yond—but at present whatever lies beyond is inthe nature of an anti-climax. Surrounded by trees,the cherry much in evidence, the cottage stands atan elevation of i,7CXD feet above the level of theriver. To describe it—but whoever yet describeda house? So much wood or stone, so much archi-tecture, so much paint or paintlessness, and
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