Yazoo City herald. [volume] (Yazoo City, Miss.) 1878-1976, 1914-12-11
AT THE YAZ00 THEATRE
WEDNESDAY, DEC. is.
The Love Story of John Fox, Jr's
Primitive Mountain Girl, June,
in "The Trail Of the Lone
some Pine"

NOte--ln june HaLuic SsHbSh w nav
blended Fall her moods. Nature wa
her mother and had endowed her will
all the gifts at her command. In he
were the fiereeness Of the tempes
when IL RACES around the mountain
peaks, the pity Of the breeze when i
signs through the willow, the JOY o.
the sun when it kisses the ripping
water, the brooding Of the still nigh
and The peace Of twilight. For hel
there We're fairies and to her the trees
and flowers and rocks and waterfalls
spoke in certain language. Her body
was as 1.-THE and graceful as q saplinp
and she was as fleet on foot as the
deer. Her abundant hair was Of lus-
trous gold and wind and sun gave
incompatible color and complexion ia
features which were more than beau
tiful 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 loved her father and
hated the Falins.
Jack-Here is a bouquet ! picked
for you.
June Huh, | know them flowers
and just where they grow
Jack--Do you?
Yep, Hyeh, an thar through
them mountains yo' find 'em in leetle
patches grown all together like and
then yo' don't find EN- 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 big name for
such a leetle flower.
Jack--some call them wind flowers,
because the wind is supposed to blow
them open.
June My!
Jack--Yes, and where tear is drop
ped n wind flower blows.
June--Aint that pretty? And now
] know
Jack--What do you know?
June--Jes' why they are all aroun'
hyeh near this pine. Yo' see my sister,
she came hyeh befo' did an talked
to this pine, and sense she's gon' I've
been comm too, and sometimes / jes'
cry the, least leetle bit and all thro'
them mountains the women folks an
girls go by th'rselves when one of
their men folks gets kilt, an jes' whar.
they drap their tears this leetle flow
err comes up jes' like yo' sed-jes' to
tell them that them that's gone is
Why, it's jes' like whar
them tears has gon' the wind flowers
come up to smile at va cas- they want
yo' to know how they drapped into
The groun', amt Il?
Jack-Why you're a little poet,
aren't you?
June-No, l hain't nothin' but jes'
4 Tolliver. But when | come hyeh at
night and I hyeh the pine moan and
he brush crack, seems to me I'm lis
.ening to the rifles goin' off between
he Falins and the Tollivers for so
many years-that's the man-and
when the pine sighs that's the woman
AN now that yo've tole me about
he tear drops and flowers know it's |
he fairies jes' tellin' the wimmin
'olks that some time things hain't GO
n to happen that a way no mo-.
lakeland June, do you hate the
salins?
June-H 'em; could gut 'em.
Jack--Hush June, don't you think
heir own women cry when their
men die, and don't you think the
Wind flowers come out for them too |
June-No, / don't, They hain't got
10 fairies on thar side.
Jack-June, but l know some Of
he fairies--some' of the ones you
now about. See what l have found I?
June-It's a fairy stone.
Jack-Why, who told you?
June--Sister Sally tole me about
I'm. She sed folks found 'em some
thar in Virginny, and all her life she
Fas wishin' for one an never could
it it. Listen, she called me then. Did
o. hyeh2 Seems like everything she
'anted is a comm to me.
Jack-Did she tell you the story Of
t?
June-She sed it was a luck piece
nd nothin' could happen to yo' when
o was carryin' this, but it was awful
ad luck if yo' lose it.
Jack-Well then, you must not lose
little girl. II