It is  I begin to e tory of my life. I  itious ation in lifting t clings about my c. task of ing an autobiograp one. ry to classify my earliest impressions, I find t fact and fancy look alike across t link t . ts tasy. A feand out vividly from t years of my life; but quot;t.quot; Besides, many of t ts of vital importance in my early education ten in tement of great discoveries. In order, t to be tedious I sry to present in a series of sketc seem to me to be t interesting and important.

    I uscumbia, a little tohern Alabama.

    tive of Szerland, ors  teace a book on t of tion--rat is true t t ors, and no slave w had a king among his.

    My grandfat;enteredquot; large tracts of land in Alabama and finally settled told t once a year  from tuscumbia to Po purcation, and my aunt ters to s of trips.

    My Grandmoter of one of Lafayettes aides, Alexander Moore, and granddaugs E. Lee.

    My fatain in te Army, and my mote Adams, s, for many years. t, Massacts, and moved to ,  on tt, ts as Edt and Dr. Edt er to Mempennessee.

    I lived, up to time of t deprived me of my siginy ing of a large square room and a small one, in . It is a custom in to build a small ead as an annex to be used on occasion. Suc after t to live in it. It ely covered  looked like an arbour. ttle porc e  of humming-birds and bees.

    tead, tle rose-bo ;Ivy Greenquot; because trees and fences iful Engliss old-fashe paradise of my childhood.

    Even in teaco feel along tiff boxs and lilies. too, after a fit of temper, I  to find comfort and to  face in t joy it o lose myself in t garden of floo o spot, until, coming suddenly upon a beautiful vine, I recognized it by its leaves and blossoms, and kne umble-dorailing clematis, drooping jessamine, and some rare s flowers called

    butterfly lilies, because tals resemble butterflies  t of all. Never -satisfying roses as to oons from our porcainted by any eart so soft, so pure, I could not  resemble the asphodels of Gods garden.

    ttle life. I came, I sa baby in t of discussion as to a name for me. t baby in t to be ligic about t. My fated tor ake any furt in t as  I ser t. But in tement of carrying me to c turally, since it  it o call me after my grandmother, and he gave her name as helen Adams.

    I am told t ion.

    Everyt I saed upon imitating. At six mont quot;how dye,”

    and one day I attracted every ones attention by saying quot;tea, tea, teaquot; quite plainly. Even after my illness I remembered one of t ;er,quot; and I continued to make some sound for t er all ot. I ceased making t;he word.

    tell me I  taken me out of tub and racted by t danced in t on t ran too take me up in her arms.

    t last long. One brief spring, musical  and roses, one autumn of gold and crimson sped by and left ts at t of an eager, deligo t acute congestion of tomacor t I could not live. Early one morning,  me as suddenly and mysteriously as it  rejoicing in t morning, but no one, not even tor, kne I should never see or hear again.

    I fancy I still ions of t illness. I especially remember tenderness ried to soot and pain, and t er a tossing urned my eyes, so dry and , to t,  more dim eac, except for ting memories, if, indeed, t all seems very unreal, like a nig used to t surrounded me and forgot t it , until seaco set my spirit free. But during t nineteen mont glimpses of broad, green fields, a luminous sky, trees and flo . If  the day has shown.”