The Tupelo journal., 1909-04-02
Kentucky Home and 'Massa's in tn

Col Col Ground and Nellie was a
Lady'-what makes that so sad, |
wonder?-Nellie was a lady, las night
she died. it's all in that single line;
l think it is because it represents the
pathetic idealization of love; Nellie
was that black lovers ideal of all that
was lovely, and she was dead. Is he
orchestra ready-and the choir? Yes,
shut the door; we are for arts sake
only, not for the applause of the cold
world in the car"
Afterward, when he was angry over
his own folly, his own blind, logged,
t%rustfulness against all the odds of
evidence, Rupert Winter laid his weak
ness to that hour; to a woman's sweet,
unframed, tender voice singing the
simple melodies of his youth. They
sang One song after another while the
sun sank lower and stained the west
ern sky. Through the snow-sheds
they could catch glimpses of a wild
and strange nature; austere, yet not
repelling; vistas of foothills bathed
in the evening glow; rank on rank of
frs, tall, straight, beautiful, not wind
tortured and manned, like the woeful
dwarfs of Colorado; and wonderful
snow-capped mountain peaks, with
violet shadows and glinting streaks OF
silver. Snow everywhere; IN the hill
sides; on the close thatch of the frs;
on the ice-locked rivers; o freshly
fallen, softly tinted, infinitely, awe
somely pure.
Presently they came out into a
lumber country where the mills hud-
Huge fires were blazing on the river
banks. Their tawny red glare dyed
the snow for a long distance, making
enhancing tints of rose and yellow;
and the dark green of the pines,
against this background, looked
strangely fresh. And then, without
warning, they plunged into the dim
ness of another long wooden tunnel
and emerged into lovely spring. The
trees were in leaf, and not alone the
trees; the undulating swells OF pas
ture land and roadside by the noun
tains were covered with a tender yer
dure; and there were innumerable
vines and low glossy shrubs with faint
ly colored flowers.
.This is like the SOUTH" said Miss
Smith.
Archie was devouring the scene
Doesn't it just somehow make you
feel as If you couldn't breathe, Miss
Janet?' said he.
Are you troubled with the high
altitude?' asked Millicent ~anxiously;
Il have prepared a little vial OF spirits
of ammonia; I'll fetch it for you.'
The colonel had some ado to rescue
Archie; but he was aided by the por
ter, who was now passing through the
car proclaiming: you all have seer
Dutch Flat Mr.. Bret Hattie wrote
bout; mex station is Shady Run; ant
everybody look and see the creates
scenic traction of dis or any oddel
railroad, Cape Hohni"
Instantly, Mrs. Melville ished he
guide book and began to read:
"sThere are few mountain passes
more famous than that known to thu
world as Cape Horn. The approach
to it is picturesque. the north fork o
the American river raging and foam
ing in its rocky bed, 1.5O0 feet below
and parallel with the track
DO you mind. Mildred, II we lool
instead Of listen?" Aunt Rebecca ~
terrupted, and Mrs. Melville lapse'
into an injured muteness.
Truly, Cape Horn has q poignan
grandeur that strikes speech from tn
!, lips. One cannot look down that shee
, height to the luminous ghost OF
river below, without g thrill. II T
pass along the clif Is q shivering ez
p~erience. what must the actual execu