The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1913-01-24
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peaks, the pity Of the breeze when 1t
sighs through the hollow, the JOY OF
the sun when it kisses the ripping
water, the brooding of the still night
and the peace of twilight. For her
there were fairies and to her the trees
and flowers and rocks and waterfalls
spoke as a sapling and she was as
feet on foot as the deer. Her abund-
ant hair was of lusUrous gold and
wind and sun gave Incompatible color
and complexion to features which
were more than beautiful because they
formed the mirror in which her heart
was shown. In this mirror by turns
there appeared sweetness, courage,
pride, love, hate, music, poetry, calm,
passion, peace and desire. June low
ed her father and hated the Falins.
BY Chas. Phillips.
Jack-Here is bouquet for you.
June-Huh, I know them flowers
and just where they grow.
Jack-Do you?
June-Yep, hyeh, an thar through
them mountains yo' find em in leetle
patches CROWN all together like and
then yo' don't find 'em at all.
Jack-What do you call them up
there?
June-Jes' flowers.
Jack-The name for them is
anemones.
June-My, but that's a big name for
such leetle flower
Isa4c4k-some call them wind flowers,
because the wind is supposed to blow
them open.
June-My!
Jack-Yes, and where tear is drop
ped wind flower blows.
June-Aint that pretty? And now I
know
Jack-What do you know?
June-jes why they are all rouin'
hyeh near this pine. Yo' see my sister,
she came hyeh befo' 1 did an talked
to this pine, cry the least leethe bit
and all thro, them mountains the wo-
men folks an girls go by th'rselVes
when enc of their men folks gets kilt,
an jes' whar they drap their tears
this leetle flower comes up jes' like
yo' sed-jes' to tell them that them
that's gone is answerin'. Why, it's
Jes' like whar them tears has gon the
wind flowers come up to smile at yo'
cas- they want yo' to know hcH they
drapped into the rouin' aint it?
Jack-Why, you're little poet,
aren't you?
June-No, 1 haint nothin but jes'
Tolliver. But when l come hyeh at
night and 1 hyeh the pine moan and
the brush crack, seems to me I'm
listenin' to the rifles goin' off between
the Falins and the Tollivers for so
many years-that's the man-and
when the pine sighs that's the women
an now that yo've tole me about
the tear drops and flowers l know it's
the fairies jes' tellin' the wimmen
.goin to happen that a way no mo-.
Jack-And June, do you hate the
Falins?
June-Hate 'em, l could gut 'em.
Jack-Hush June, don't you think
their own women cry when their men
die, and don't you think the wind
flowers come out for them too?'
June-No, 1 don't. They haint got
no fairies on thar side.
Jack-June, but know some of the
fairies-some of the ones you know
about. See what l have found.
June-It's fairy stone
,Jack-Why, who told you?
June-Sister Salley tole me about
whar in Virginny, and all her life she
saw 'em. She sed folks found 'em some
was wishin' for one an never could
git it. Listen, she called me then.
Did yo' hyeh? Seems like everything
she wanted is a comm to me.
Jack-Did she tell you the story Of
it?
June-She sed it was a luck piece
anG nothin could happen to yo' when
yo' was carryin' this, but it was awful
bad luck if yo' lose it.
blackwell then, you must not lose
it, little girl.
June-Air ", givin it to me?
Jack-Yes, you see they are' found
only in a certain place in Virginia
each one perfect little cross and all