The progressive farmer. [volume] (Winston, N.C.) 1886-1904, 1900-10-23

gray rabbit darts past, while the
sound of the brown nuts falling is a
pleasant one, especially to the ears of
d certain eager girl that loves them.
Oh I! [ like nuts, and I like so much
to go nutting. Cousins, wouldn't It
be grand ii we all could get together,
boys and girls, and led by Aunt Jen-
ME, go into the beautiful woods
nutting? All what along process
sion of young and old there would be.
But [ do not think the latter would
be "subdued and slow" for l believe
the older members Of Social Chat
are not the kind that get old-not in
heart and ways, at least.
Have any of you been to the Sui
phur Springs here? Nearly all visi-
itors who come to Asheville come
out here. Perhaps some Of you have
been to the Hotel Belmont before it
was burned. It is a lovely spot and
many of the tall old chimneys are
still standing, the ruins never hav-
ing been cleared away. The springs
are just below, beneath a splendid
hill, covered with magnificent old
oaks and picturesque rock piles over
grown with moss and ivy. On the
wooded hill above the springs on
the other side, a fine college for boys
and young men is almost completed.
Fifty students from Columbus,
Ohio, are there now, and o will
come later. Aunt Jennie, I think
if the Principals, Messrs. Mitchell
and Anderson, had seached the world
over they could not have found a
~lovelier or more desirable location
for their school. Right in the heart
of the noble old forest, on a gentle
rise, with the blue line of noun
tains stretching far and near (bOld
Mt. Pisgah, Drawer and more conf
dent than any of the others, tower
ing above them all, with the hills
and wood valleys and meadows
all beneath, dotted with farm houses,
handsome residences and spun with
sparkling streams. One could gaze
forever and never drink in all the
loneliness of the scene. On the hill
in front of the school is a green, level
ball ground. Indeed, the students
ought to be c]Ontented in such a love-
ly place. The car line is to be re
placed and a hotel erected and two
more schools built, I hear. I know
there are many places nOtedfOr grand
scenery in this beautiful world, but
[ defy any one to find more charming,
grander, or more beautiful scenery
than we have right here in Western
North Carolina.
Cousins, do you think these lines
are pretty:
"Oh I have not forgotten, dear,
That summer by the changing sea:
Thy girli,h grace, thy lovely face,
Our parting kiss, sweetheart, and
thee"
They came into my brain the other
day while l was sitting idly playing
a harp. [ was thinking of the con-
stancy and Inconsistency Of boys and
girls in general, and of how the mem
Dry of a girl will cling to dear, ia
miliar spOts-dear, because of tender
words whispered there-and of how
they will treasure dry, fragrant
leaves or blossoms, because he gave
them to me-" and of how they will
say: "One year ago to-day we were
so happy together, and-now, and
now? He is far away, and, does he
remember?" Poor little girl! Will
she ever know if he remembers? It
is sad to think of the way girls cling
to past hours of rapture, and live
owe each earnest word, every tend
der glance, when often-ah too of
ten for the little maiden's peace of
mind-the boy fOrgets.
New sights, new faces, new scenes,
a girlish, attractive face, and days
of pleasure and gayety and the girl
is forgotten. But not so with the
girl; she does not see many new
scenes in her sheltered home life,
but if she did she would say, Il wish
he were here to enjoy this with me-;
and new faces will only make her
think, "Ah his dear face, alas is
not among them" Now don't
you think I'm about right? Of
course, there ire a great many ex-
caDtiOnC T do not think oil hove nc