The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1904-06-19

| seemed to be doing "a big business, and
| all the lsraelites appeared joyful.
| Rather injurious, however, the Scribe
| sauntered on, and presently arriving
| at drug store in which several young
| men were engaged in an animated
! argument that seemed to require a
vast expenditure of lung-force and at
mosphere, he strolled In and pene-
| trated the vocal hurricane with re-
guest for a glass of coco-cola.
go to-not IT, said he of the foun-
! tain. Wherefore should / do this
| thing? Thinkest thou that my liver
yearneth to be yanked up by blue
| coats and popped into a jug?"
MY friend" stared the Scribe,
what meanest thou? Art gone clean
| daft?''
NAY, and the court knows itself,
and in this case it thinks it does?
! Look here, old spot, I'm not jew"
"Well, my cherub, gazing into the
guileless depths of those gander eyes
| of thine, who would dare insinuate
/ such thing?''
Huh! If you're goin' to try to be
| funny, please gimme the wink SOS I'll
| know when I'm got to do the laughin'
act won't yin ?"
My friend, it desolates me to APP
pear to you in a light so disobliging:
but / am compelled to confess that
| owing to a slight lameless in my left
visual orb and the dislocation of the
centre of gravity in my right l am
able to wink in quarter sections only"
Wonder if he's darn fool" unused
the fountain fairy.
May l suggest" murmured the
Scribe, that immoderate exercise is
bad for the brain on such a sizzler as
this? How about the coco-cola, my
cherub?"
Jews can sell on Sundays here. Moth
ing but medicines City's downed us
Say, though, if you'll keep quiet,
might pump you a glass and you
could smile behind the fountain
there, don tcherknow."
The Scribe smiled" for he was
weary and athrst. He thanked the
fountain fairy. He lifted his feet off
that threshold. He departed
a car came pitching along over the
asphalt. Above its front the Scribe
saw painted "Fernwood Park" Fern
wood Park? Where was that? Four
miles outside the city, somewhere up
the river-wasn't that what some
body had said? A new park belong
ing to the trolley company near the
factory village of Matoaca. and from
which "coons' were excluded. Yes.
that was the place. Come. let's go to
Fernwood.
The Scribe bounded on to the car.
Next seat" baWled the. conductor.
The Scribe stared. Jim Crow law,
laughed the conductor. you're IN
'coon's' seat, don't you see. Move for
ward to the next please.
Certainly; God bless you, my boy,
and three cheers for PeterSburg!' ir-
radiated the Scribe, and he promptly
next seated" in a most obliging
frame of mind.
Then rumble and raSp and Whirrlng
Jingle. Away up Washington and out
westward among the low encircllng
hills Close to that great rim where
it seems that one might take run
ming Jump and vanish into the blue
abysses of the sky stopped the not
June sun, bowling farewell to the
hemisphere. The leaves of the clump-
ed trees round about began to whisper
cool secrets. BY little dancing leaps
the lights level lances flew to their
highest branches, kissed them into
auriferous bauty-vanished. Twi-
light began to fall.
But, oh, upon what world the
shadowy sheen of her liquid glances
shone, In prose how can one hope
to describe this scene! Attune thy
lyre, O Muse, and help me hymn this
iubilate to daisies Back to the first
rushing chords of our rondeau:
Daisies! Billowing miles of daisies.
deluge, a world. a universe of daisies.
Before such a picture let towering
hyperbole itself hide it's diminished
head!
Was it three miles or four? They
filled the deepening twilight with the
misty glory of their gleam-a spiritual
effulgence as intangible as breath.
Over the long reaches of those Din
widdie hills they wove their undulous
waves of pearl and gold. Out of bushy
concavities they sent forth a lustre
like newly fallen snow. Over huge
granite slabs lately eXhumed from
darkling quarries they bowed their
myriad star-crested stems as if to
robe those rocks in their own delicate
tissue of amber and white and green.
remember Ferndale Park, the
Scribe-I remember it we'll. l can
shut my eyes and see the pavilions at
the end of the line with their festoons
of electric bulbs glittering like stars;
| can see the long flights of steps
leading down from the station TO and
past them to the lowest terrace
fringed by the tawny flood of the
river; / can see the long deep exca-
walton the trolley company are MAX
ing for the canal by which they pro-
pose to harness the power of the APP
pomattox; / can see the rustic bridges
young girls in vaporOuS white ana
belted and Panamaed SWANS of gal
liant port are whispering to each other
the heavenly sweetnesses as new and
enhancing to them now as they were
to Adam and Eve six thousand years
agone amid the bowers of Eden; L
can see the tall trees bestarred with
loops of yellow lights that rock to the
hand of the lullabying winds; l can
see the big cigar box of a ferry boat
stealing across to the other shore
where through waving branches
CLEAN the lamps of Matoaca; can see
far up the dim rushing reaches of the
river to where the bushy islands
break it's dusk surface into yellow
froth of tumultuous wrath; and with
the roar of those stored racing wa
tiers in my ears
The vision fades. The day is dead
and the night is born. But out of it
rises
Daisies! Billowing miles of daisies!
A deluge, a world. a universe of
white-rayed, golden hearted daisies!
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