The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1895-06-25
THE BEECH TREE.

There stood i'll the forest an old beech
tree. Her top was shattered by light
ming, her sides were hollow, and pieces
of fungus grew on her bark She was
the Oldest of numerous family, but
she had seen her children. us soon us
they had grown up, fall under tho wood
mans AK, and only one daughter re-
manned to her. This daughter was a
young beech tree, with smooth bark and
heaven aspiring crest and only so years
old. That is the best year for a forest
tree.
The old treo still thrust out her twigs
and leaves i'll the spring, but she felt
that her life was drawing TO Il close, for
it cost her great suffering to hold herself
upright And because she knew that she
must die she felt her love increase for
her beautiful daughter
Spring was approaching. The branches
were still covered with the glittering
frost, but tho roots began to uncurl,
and the warm wind melted the snow
The rivers and brooks were swelling
with melted ice. III the meadows tho
silvery catkins burst from their wrap
pings, and the snowdrops peeped timid-
~ up through the white carpet of the
forest ground
The old tree spoke to the young: "To-
night comes the violent thaw wind It
will throw me down upon my bed of
leaves that have scattered in tho course
of time, and I shall go back into the
bosom of tho mother from whom
came. Yet before go homo I will be-
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of the forest bestowed upon me when
long ago he stopped to rest under my
branches. You shall understand mems
words and deeds and share alike in their
joys and sorrows. That is the greatest
happiness that can fall TO our lot, but
be prepared to behold more sorrow than
joy" So spoke the old tree and blessed
her daughter.
In the night the thaw wind came
from the west. 1t buried ships in the
waves of the sea; it rolled great masses
Of SHOW from the mountains that de-
stroyed the homes of men in their prog
ress; it roared through the forest, and
everything that was old and weak per-
ished. But the strong trees resisted it
1t struck the old beech tree to the earth
and shook her strong daughter as she
wisely bent her head before the blast,
and the great wind. swept On.
Three days the daughter wept spar
king dew for her mother; then the sun
came out and dried her tears. Then be-
gan everywhere such stir and commo-
tion that the beech tree had no time to
grieve Her buds swelled and burst and
ono morning IL hundred thousand trem-
bling, tender green leaves sprang into
the sunshine. That was joy Golden
yellow primroses climbed from the
ground. They pushed their silken leaves
out into the broad sunlight. Red and
blue blossoms grew up around the prim-
roses. and the sweet woodruff uncurled
its delicate whirled leaves. That was
life.
And i'll the midst of all this bloom
and fragrance tho young beech tree stood
like queen. A finch built her nest in
her branches and a redheaded wood
pecker paid her visit Once cuckoo
came and once distinguished squirrel
with his bushy tail over his head ran
up and down to see if he might not find
all acorn But men she had not vet seen
this year. and they would have been the
most welcome guests of all, since she
possessed the power to understand their
words and deeds. After all, one morning
came slender young girl with her long
brown braids, who walked through the
woods straight to the tree. However,
her visit did not seem to be for the
beech alone. She glanced at the decay
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Is the spot. Then she sat down her
basket filled with May flowers and
leaned back against the beech tree with
out glance at its green loveliness.
The tree held her breath to hear what
the maiden would say, but the pretty
one was silent. Presently from the OPP
posite sido appeared IL strong young
man. He Wore u little round hat with ii
curling feather like huntsman He
crcpt up cautiously-so cautiously that
hardly a leaf rustled under his feet. But
softly as he stepped the quick ear of the
maiden perceived his coming. She
turned her head toward him, and the
tree thought, "Now she will fly" But
the girl did not fly. Instead she sprang
toward the youth and threw both arms
around his brown neck. "My Hans -
My Eva!" they cried together. Then
they kissed each other passionately,
called each other pet names, embraced
again, and the beech tree found it all
very tedious
Later they sat under the tree and
spoke of their love. 1t was an old story
they told, but it was all new to the
beech tree, and she listened like child
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