The West Virginian. [volume] (Fairmont, W. Va.) 1914-1974, 1917-09-04
Evening Chat

One of the most beautiful yards in
Fairmont belongs to one Of our fore
most business men. Shaded by large
trees which are above the average in
beauty, it starts from the street, there
being nothing between it and the out
side walk but low Tense. Everything
about it shows care and loved atten-
tion-someone spends many hours a
day guiding the plants and flowers
and shrubs the way they should go.
From smooth velvety lawn in front to
small sloping grassy hills at the side
of large residence is but short walk
grounds which especially attract.
| More than one eye has viewed this
sylvan glen with longing There are a
number of most beautiful willow trees
standing guard-not rigid guard hut Sc
ductively, with dancing riotous limbs.
One has a wild desire to be wood
nynph in that bit CT fairyland-or Just
a child to roll up and down and around
those gently sloping undulations-but
only the fairies go there; the grass is
too perfect--too velvety and soft for
human feet-the songs in the willow
trees too gentle and low for everyday
ears. Outside of the fence one gets
the swell and the color and the rhythm
quite perfectly through the long lacy
white branches and leaves of that lit
tie dell so near human habitation ana
yet il the imagination so far away.
At night electric lights like stars
CLEAN here and there among the leaves
in the hollows. In fact the whole yard
is as well seen by night as by day. In
the back Of the yard with an old fash.
Toned garden all about it is a tiny
house-the child OF the big home. This
small household it belong to Alice
in Wonderland or did little Red Riding
Hood go to see her grandmother there?
Under the careful care and protection
of the big home it remains strong and
sturdy and boastful-boastfu of days
it has known that the big house has
not-proud of its memories those
thin evanescant fragments Of nearly
forgotten thought that cling to US for.
ever-memories that are like the ever
widening circles of the pebble disturb.
ed river.
We can imagine all kinds OF things
| going on In that dear little reminder
of by.gone days.
But nothing we can tell-the fairies
know and perhaps the squirrels, at
least great-grandfather squirrel. The
cages, great high wire structures in
the cool and shadow of the trees might
very we'll hold several great.grandchil.
d"en squirrel families. If they did,
they might remember hearing song and
laughter from the little house talked
about-just how much that is smooth
lawn now was then-whether the gar
den now was a garden then and where
the willows grew.
The automobile, motor car, or fliv.
Ver which so many call the less expen.
sive vehicle of locomotion, is today our
fEvorite means of conveyance. In fact
unless the government does limit the
supply OF gasoline to joy-riderS, 1t will
soon become the experts difficult task
to wend his way about among the many
cars nov appearing from all directions
on our busy city streets.
1t Is comparatively easy, however.
TO go from the city to desired place
which must be why we have SO many
daurtless new drivers. A party of four
started from Main street one afternoon
at one o'clock to camp up the river.
Their flivver, recently acquired, was
perfectly new and shiny and father
mad been practicing running it for i've
nights in advance. Not having taken
the trip before they ran slowly and
carefully out to Watson, across the
covered bridge and gayly on-they neld
their breath along the narrow places
but otherwise were having the time of
their lives, when after riding some
distance they discovered upon inquiry
that they were way of the track.
Gleefuily they turned back and after
lot of more riding along the river
this time, they came to bridge. Sure.
ly We don't go across the river when
the camps are on this side" said faith.
er tmpatiently, s'but I'll be hanged II
know"
Just then q young man passed on.
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