The review. [volume] (High Point, N.C.) 1908-19??, 1919-04-10
AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A FADED
SILK FAN, ,...

OAN
the attic the other day and in my
conquest came across my grand
mothers, wedding dress. Struck by its
simple beauty l picked it up in my
hands and as l did so an old fan fell
to the floor. Upon opening it found
it was torn and faded, and 1 wonder
ed why, dilapidated as it was, that 1t
had been preserved SO carefully. FL
nallv I concluded that it must have
tory very dear to my grandmother's
heart. j
] With this on my mind it is no won
! der that in my dreams that night the
fan came and told me this story:
have come to tell you that like a
crumpled and faded rose nave
bloomed once; but like the rose i;
carry only memory. which VIII ten
YOU. 1 was fashioned in France. me
>! girl who folded the silk over tnls
frame and painted these flowers was
herself little more than a flower, as
, delicately frail and as purely sweet.
tt seemed to me that as the color
; sss grew on my si1keR folds. it disappear
y ed from her cheeks. But 1 was not per-
$ mitted to see her destiny, and was
=. soon on my way across the Atlantlc'
bound for New York.
- cannot tell you much concerning
;, INV VOYAGE as I was packed securely
r in A. box. However I can tell you no"
y I was unpacked by gay young lei
low. who famed around with me, pre-
d sumably in imitation of some. OF mis-
2. feminine friends. Finally he placed
y me on display in the window "nere
a had a chance to rest.
X Then another gay young fellow sa"
IS me. admired me, and purchased me.
rs took another jurney, this time IN
staee coach and after much Joltlne
Ie landed in what was called Virginia
s. The next time I felt the air was II
e the dazzling light of birthday party
was presented to the sweetheart o
? the CAV young fellow. She smiled an'
:, nressed me to her heart and wa
80 oiad that I had at last found mis-
~ tress,-one to love ne
" That night when all had lett pu
I'd one. I was again brought to l1gnt' I'M
8 +iroo NOT the yellow glow of the car
die hut the silver beams of the moor
Need I tell you what happened mere
r. II was the same old story with a Sc
ting of roses, a babbling brook an
the eternal stars as witnesses
"a FINALLY. the great day came an
re here again I played my part: Many tn
ar times that day trembled in the nan
ne of the excited bride. How happy
"a ON to tell you these experiences o'
ok nh how sad it makes me to hnlsn III
re- story!
These faded spots you see are tea'
@ no. that were shed on me when my Liza
in tor went away to the war. This rel
won see was made by the solole
ks -,ban they came through destroyl1
nd "hou ~, tho dav wht
my all IN theli 80 nav mi
II was torn from the heart OF nay Ill
his +roas and flung ruthlessly to the noe
ith o,,eor;ne as mach for her as for u
:, t,r, own ruined self.
and But l had one molo w.
ea WAS folded away as a relic In
WAS when the gay young 1eiio"'
VII LONGER gay, but weary came Hal'
m inp home. This was very sao tor
,,ts necanse realized that my beau
was gone and that I could not ser
inn nv mistress longer, But sne ioS
a and that made up to great
;ure NV loss.
low teHe LoA ;s as withered
ical and the color that lit her Dea'
OF FL, face has faded like mine. AND
ark aha sits and dreams of one who
pos pos snassed, / also cling to the lace OF :,
DOS, pos radding dress and dream OF the a
hen 4.,a+ ore gone.