Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-09
By WINIFRED BLACK.

there a great star sparkled, and
down below in the sharp cut
canyon the water rushed and
sang, and the lights in the lit
tie village twinIlled gayly.
Up above the thing, that is Just
a plain lemonade pavilion by dsv.
shone at the very top of the dark
mountain and looked like an an
gels chandelier let down from
the heavens to gladden. US here
below with it's soft effulgence.
The night wind whispered to the
tall hopeful poplars-what did
they say, l wonder?
| lay down TO sleep in the up
per room, and there within nv
view the great peak is white with
snow. See how it CLEANS in the
moonlight.
Wool, wool" said the watch-
dog deep in his throat. "Woof."
He stood at the window gazing.
Wool" he said-then his low
growl turned to clamor and he
woke the echoes of the sleeping
village. Look" he cried, Wild
ly, what is that down there in
the moonlight? 1t looks like a
wild creature of the mountains
Look! He may be here for harm.
Wake up and see what must be
done"
And l looked-0d there stood
in the silver light glorious
creature, black as midnight, tall,
slender, an arching neck, hoofs
that spurned the earth, wild
horse of the plains-free, beau
tiful, uroud-glorious to see.
Wool" cried the watchdog
See, he lifts his head; he shifts
the wind Danger, good folks.
Wake up" And with a flourish
of hoofs, the beautiful wild thing
turned, threw up his proud head,
shook back his spreading name.
and was gone-a vision Of the
night.
1t was a long time before the
Watchdog would quiet down. He
was outraged that no one needed
his call of warning. ut is all
very well to lie there and rest
he thought, but il it had not
been for me-" and all right
he growled and grumbled about
it to himself.
In the morning man came by
leading a horse-a tame, SAD
creature, with bowed head and
shuffling feet.
Did he come by here in the
night?" said the man.
Wool" said the watchdog
doubtfully. Could it be the same?
Yes, it must be.
He got away somehow sad
the man. Great fellow to run
away when he gets a chance
The horse shifted the evergreens
in the little garden, put his num-
BILE nose over the low wall ana
tried to crop a mouthful.
whoa, there!" He had
sharp Jerk at the bride for his
pains. Guess I'll have to hobole
Ia; uai6 the man.
Hobbled-the beautiful, WHO
free thing! The watchdog ana
saw him in the soft shine OF lhe
Winter moon-hobbled, tlreu'
driven, hitched. He was not lne
same creature at all, dlftereh'
being altogether.
Shall we ever be like him l
wonder, when we drop the hobbies
of care and of work ana OIL
, dreadful, wasting worry In some
fair moonshine somewhere laI
away, in some fair night OF Tree
and joyous heritage?
What would we be like-"e
poor human creatures; WelgheG
down with our wisdom, freighteu
with our knowledge, tied with our
heavy, heavy load of what we
think is splendid achievement,
if we were free, free like the VIM
horse of the plains who snuiieu
the cold breeze and shook MIS-
name and neighed aloud for mere
joy of living? -.
Would we know each olher
then, do you think? We VINO
know each other so passing wen
that hnWp0 90 ~
harnessed, driven. Or would We
seem like glorious strangers u"
each other, strangers from soh'
splendid world beyond the, star.
Sister your face is sad. you,
eyes are dim, your lips 90 nJ'
smile You are tied, welghteu
driven. What sort OF De'"7
would you be-free?
Brother, you of the careWoI
countenance, the anxious regaiGI
it goes hard with you this worn,
doesn't it? So much TO 90 ~
short a time to do 1t. HUT,
hurry, night will come and hog
you with only half a sack ~.
shining metal. You must ma
full sack, heaping full II !o'
die and kill all who love YOU -
get il. How would you loon j.
some one should lift the puIuT,I
from those bent shoulders? Nomu
those who walk with you ny Ga
know you, do you think, II lI''
saw you standing upright-tree
like the wild horse of the pIa,"s,
Free? Shall we be that, 81 ~.
us, at last? And will those W..
a IF hnnIdsc