Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1908-03-27
RoCKYIILE MARYLAND FRIDAY MORNING, MARCH 27 9os - !
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The Woods.
BY ETHEL HARRINGTON.
COPYRIGHTED. 1907, BY Jessie Morgan.

. Copyrighted, 1907. by Jessie Morgan.
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Spring held sway over the spurs OF
the Alleghanics. Around Eliza Jane
was the breadth of moist earth, the
pungent odor of cedar, green shoots
and wild pink azaleas. Below the call
of the robin came the purring OF the
mountain stream, little to the left,
as 1t crawled over its stony bed, lap
ping tender MOSES on either side and
stirring ferns and siAy white yiolets
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Eliza Jane, seated on decaying log,
her feet deep in dry brown leaves, was
conscious of all this, though her eyes
and fingers were busy over the writing
pad resting ON her knee. She was writ
ing verses. Back of her consciousness
was little silent laugh at the foolish
ness of such an occupation for her,
stald teacher in a New England school.
Ten years had she held the position.
Never In all that period had she 80
wasted precious hours. 1t was as II the
past had been suddenly recalled. A
certain memorable day spent In the
Maine woods seemed by reason OF her
present environment but yesterday,
whereas In truth 1t dated further back
than the monotonous grind of school
routine that now enslaved her. The
teacher salved her self respect for such
a frivolous impulse with the reminder
that 1t was vacation time. Work OF
any sort had been prohibited on pain
Of nerves, already severely taxed, fail
ing In the coming winter.
She had inscribed the title above her
effusion In her neat, stiff writing,
Language of the Woods" and the
simple words, faulty enough as poetry,
were illumlned with sincerity. The
language of the woods, unheard for
years, now In different section of the
country came clear and insistent as on
that other holiday. Again she caught
the murmur of hope In the swish Of
tall naples, drowning the sigh OF re-
greet among dark pines. The bridal
white of the dogwood rose against
cloudess sky. White, wind swayed
anemones, great purple violets and
creeping pologala. thrusting frail
heads high through decaying leaves,
all spoke of imperishable youth and
love. A couple of lines In her little
verses brought faint tinge Of color to
Eliza james pale cheek;
Amid lightning and hailstones and rain.
Came loves kiss In the pine woods OF
Maine.
She let them remain because, like
an echo of the language OF which she
wrote, they seemed to belong here.
Presently the rhymes were completed,
and, dropping both pad and pencil into
the basket that she had brought to
carry home such mountain treasures
as she might find, she rose and
stretched her arms with luxurious
abandon 1t was wonderful to be free
from the cramp and irksome strain
of routine. She breathed long and
deeply of the invigorating air.
II wonder. Elias, do you, too, remem-
Der? But of course not; you're man
I don't myself, except here, where one
feels as II actually coming alive again
after being petrified. | shall forget
my dignity when | go back. It's only
the language of the woods after ALL"
Eliza Jane laughed half regretfully.
1t was not unnatural that the place
should stir sentiment In her. 1t was
the same town to which Elias Smith
had come after their misunderstand-
ing, before they quite lost track OF
each other. Once, writing to her
cousin, she casually inquired for her
old friend. But Mrs. Hart answered
that. while she heard OF numberless
Smiths, she had yet to come across
one called Elias, which, In her judg-
ment, was mercy, since 1t was an
ugly name, Scripture or no Scripture;
hence when eliza Jane accepted the
Invitation she had done 80 confident
she ran no risk of meeting with her
boy lover
Catching sight through the tangie OF
underbrush Of glowing mass OF
azaleas, she pushed her way through.
eagerly filing her hands. From one
shrub to another she wandered, some
times higher up the mountain side,
sometimes dropping back, but always
adding to her blossoms. When she
could carry mo more Eliza Jane paused
for breath. The fash Of scarlet and
glossy black of tanager caught her
eye, and she held herself breathless
so as not 20 scare him away.
When the green tangle swallowed
him up she realized her own fatigue
and retraced her steps to find her bas.
ket. Search as she would, she could
not come upon It. Back and forth she
walked. now climbing afresh the
rocky incline, now descending with
greater speed. At times stray bits OF
azalea caught on alien shrubs made
her realize with disgust that she was
covering ground already trodden. HeI
watch proved the hour late; dinner
would be over and her cousin anxious
at her nonappcaranee. OF small value
in itself, the basket could be easily re
placed, but the little splnster did not
relish leaving her inspiration OF the
woods to the mercy OF any stranger
passing that way. In the end she was
compelled 10 do so.
Usually self possessed, she STAN
mered while explaining her misfortune
on her return. Her cousin paused In
setting the warmed over dinner before
her to express her disapproyal.
AT your age. Eliza Jane. TO take t.
rhymes. You'd better stick to teach
Tag. There's some use and more money
In that"
SHOULD any one find IT," suggested
Eliza Jane uneasily.
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