Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-10-30

times an orange scarleD, honeysuckle. gold
en- rod and late youngsters of trees, all
blend their colors in the foreground; and
occasional blooms add their brightness with
dots of white. yellow, pink or purple. Lit
tie patches here and there Of light yellow
and bright green-sman colonies Of golden
rod in autumnal garb-are conspicuously
pretty. The bright orange of the wild rose
mingles with the dark brown-purpie and
green of the blackberry. And the honey
suckle. with its variegated shades tending
to a duh maroon clothes the banks of the
waysfde with a rich mantle.
But for individual beauty the delicate,
fernlike fronds of the yarrow must be ac-
corded first prize. Some are yet green.
brilliant yellow; while still others display
a most attractive combination of all these
tints. How much gratitude we owe the
yarrow! Its main period Of bloom is in
pleasant task Of frightening our way, 1t
continues to expand its blossoms. in dimin-
ishing numbers. up to the very threshold
OF winter q have found 1t in full bloom
on the first day of December.) Its foliage,
always graceful, CLOVIS in autumn with
rare beauty of coloring. And all through
above ground and spread their tender-look-
ing leaves upon the frozen earth, perhaps
even resting upon snowy couch. 1t thus
completes an unbroken year of ministra-
ton to our aesthetic wants.
Late Blossoms.
Other flowers may also still be found dur
ing the last half Of November, mere strag-
giers which cling to the memory of sum-
mer; though often, strangely enough, quite
bunch Of daisies and clover may be gath
cred, to be placed On table or mantel as a
reminder of June. A few asters an occa-
sional spray of full blooming golden rod
dandelons. cen:aury and mallow, are yet
to he seen taking a last peep at the sky
before going to sleep for the wintry night.
n rOh fIn 6rsrn-n at,
one by one, like the last few lights of a
village, yet the earth has not yet lost it's
fertility; for when the soil has been soft
ened by moisteEtng rain certain favored
that nutritious dainty, the field mushroom,
whose brownish-white domes with pink
rafter5 have been erected on every hand
during the night
sad havoc with our enchanted retreats of
the earlier days of the month. The painted
leaves, already enfeebled by age, have flut-
tered in showers to the ground. AS we APP
proach the woods we find that we can look
into them now from the outside. And when
we enter them We are impressed with the
amount Of light that pcUrs into them from
above. They seem as though they had been
unroOfed by some recent storm. But though
the baroness of Writer Is almost upon US,
we have not yet passed the last outposts
Of autumn. There may have been frost and
ice, or even furry or two OF snow, ana
wintry notes; yet warm breath will oc-
casionally come up from the south, a mes
kage from the far-On forces OF summer,
ard the mild atmosphere of the Indian
summer again descends upon the land.
Butterflies and moths float in the air. Crick-
cts and srasshoppers may be heard, a
feeble remnant of the hosts that made Sep
TENDER and October musical.
Flocks of robins and blue birds are en-
countered in wood and field and their notes
mingle with those of other BIRDS who, like
them, are moved to try their voices once
m ore before the winter imposes upon them
its silence White-throated sparrows
gans, pipe tremulous lays. Tree sparrows
and juncos utter brief snatches of song.
The song sparrow's voice is lifted up in a
long, low MARBLE. very pretty and engaging,
though with little Of the volume and
rhythm of his spring carol. The phoebe
note of the chickadee Is borne to our ears
as in early spring. The jodel of blue
of his companions. comes from the wilder
woodland. The Carolina wren, whose
voice and method are not affected by ST.
lence or season. fills the bare halls of the
forest with his ringing melodies.
Still these pleasant hating places are
onward march toward the borderland of
winter With every return of cold the
mercury in the thermometer takes deeper
plunge. The evenings are growing longer
and the nights colder. Occasional biting
gales from the north bring the blood to
the cheeks of those who, from necessity
or choice battle with them. Action not
there may be fewer distractions, the bright
colored hangtngs of the autumn have been
and the landscape is bare and
gray and brown. HENRY OLDYS