The New York herald., 1921-07-24
"She knew the fairies and talked to
them frequently"

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He said he not only heard the voice but he
actually saw the ghost of the baboon sitting
on the crocus sack.
We relate the incident merely to illustrate
how the imagination will run riot when it
has the slightest provocation.
A CCORDING to the accepted beliefs
~ there are only two places to go when
you die. The chances are that you
can't come back from one and would not
want to come back from the other. That
thought has always rather destroyed our
belief in ghosts but of course it has nothing
TO do with the fairies. Now, we believe in
fairies. We are absolutely in accord with
DR.. Conan Doyle about the fairies, although
we personally have never seen any nor have
we ever seen any photographs of any.
The reason we believe in fairies is that
we know little golden haired girl, who is
just 5 years DID, who believes in them with
a confidence that is sublime and we are not
going to doubt anything that she believes
This particular little girl of whom we
write has been a rather lonely little girl so
far as playmates are concerned, because she
lived in the country. The principal friends
she had were the trees, which she had
named and used to talk to- the birds, which
she always believed were making a per-
sonal visit to her when they came to sing
their beautiful songs of joy, and she al
ways ran out and sang back to them little
songs of her own composition, and then the
fairies. She never was positive that she
saw the fairies, but she knew them all and
talked to them frequently.
The good fairy was named Phroso, and>
she was the constant companion and adj
wiser of the little girl Pollyoogle was the
name of the tree fairy, and she brought
whole basketfuls of green leaves every
spring to stick them on the trees, her OBJ
ject in doing this being to enable the birds
to hide their nests. Then there was Speedo,
the wind fairy, who, as she rushed by kissed
the little girl on the cheek-kissed her be-
cause she such a good little girl. Gazin-
Gus was the bad fairy and he was respon-
sible for all the little accidents that hap
pened in her childish life. She spent lot
of time trying to reform Gazincus She
labored with him faithfully in many an
earnest conversation under the trees in the
front yard or out by the woodpile but so
far as we have been able to ascertain she
accomplished very little with him, which
proves that he must have been very bad
fairy indeed because almost any one would
do willingly what this particular little girl
would ask The rain fairy was named Cos
samer and she used to come riding on
raindrop the first one that fell. She wore
a blue raincoat and carried little green
umbrella.
Gossamer always came to tell the other,
fairies that it was about to rain In order
that they might have an opportunity to pro-
tect themselves by hiding under the four
leaf clovers.
Where the little girl learned the names of
these fairies we do not know. nor could she
tell. but she was very positive that she had
the names correctly.
Old Fred Houser, the secretary OF the
convention bureau down in Atlanta, went
out to the little girls house one day and
sang her some of his songs. He told her
his name was Cousin Fred" and she grew
to love him in one afternoon with a de-
votion that is reserved for the innocence OF
childhood She always referred to him after
that afternoon as my Tousin" and she
never forgot him.
well, Fred told the little girl about the
fairies hiding under the four-leaf clovers
during a rain, and after that she ruined
many a pair of shoes in the wet grass turn
ing over clover leaves very carefully to see
II she could find one of her friends.
So IL you are interested in knowing
whether we believe in fairies we will tell
Won yes we do believe i'm them. Although
unseen they have been the companions OF
a little girl we know.
The sweetness. the beautiful Innocence
and the trusting belief of these little mes
eengers from Heaven are beyond under
standing. How can any one abuse them OF
injure them?
w TE were very much amused in res
M| taurant several days ago by
w man who was announcing TO the
crowd tnat he was from the South. II he
had not said so within our hearing we
would have arrived at the conclusion that
he was an actor doing n character sketch,
and doing it rather poorly. our attention
was first directed toward this individual by
what sounded like negro dialect. and of
course, being always on the lookout for new
stories we listened. But the man wasn't
telling n story. He was simply talking.
Then we looked at him and found him to be
n rather portly man, clean shaven and in
clined TO he bald
His companions all evidently gentlemen