The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1922-08-03

'-S SNeShs III u6n lOSIteQ
and Individual freedom was lost, So
Hol for the great sweeps of land and
the sway Of territorial lord Eng
iishmen they were OF Shakespeare's
time but living I'm Virginia. and that
Is all they were--save that the flower
OF liberty was growing faster I'm the
new-world soil.
Englishmen called II the "Goo6
Land" and found 1t "most plentiful,
sweet, wholesome, and fruitful of all
others" The east was the ocean !;
Florida was the south; the north was
Nova Francia, and the west unknown
Only the shores touched the interior,
which was an untraveled realm of
fairer fruits and flowers than in Eng
land; green shores, majestic forests
and blue mountains filled with gold
and Jewels. And the feet of all who
had made history had trod that broad
path to the owners heart and home.
Down 1t now came u little girl-the
flower Of all those dead and gone
and her coming was just as though
one OF the flowers about her had
stepped from its gay company on one
or the other side Of the path to make
through them a dainty, triumphal
march as the fairest of them ALL AT
the dial she paused and her impa-
tient blue eyes turned TO bend of
the yellow river for the first GLIMPSE
of gay barge that soon must come.
AT the wharf the song OF negroes rose
as they unloaded the boat Just from
Richmond. She would go and see I,
there was not package for her moth
er and perhaps present for herself.
so with another look to the river bend
she turned, hut she moved no farther.
Instead, she gave little gasp, in
which there was no fear, though what
she saw was surely startling enough
to have made her wheel I'm flight. In
stead. she gaZed steadily into a pair
of grave black eyes that were fixed on
her from under green branch that
overhung the footpath, and steadily
she searched the figure standing
there from the coonSkin cap down the
fringed hunting-shirt and fringed
breeches to the moccasined feet. And
still the strange figure stood arms
folded, mOtiOnless and silent. Neither
the attitude nor the silence was quite
pleasing, and the girls supple slender
ness stiffened. her arms went rigidly
to her sides, and naughty little snap
sent her undimpled chin upward.
"Who are you and what do YOU
want?"
1t was new way for woman to
speak to man; he In turn was not
pleased, and gleam in his eyea
showed it.
Il am the son of a king"
She started to laugh, but grew puz-
sled, for she had the blood of Poca-
hontas herself.
"You are an IIf1ian?"
He shook his head, scorning to ex-
plain, dropped his rifle to the hollow
OF his arm and, reaching for his belt
where she saw the buckhorn handle
OF hunting-knife. came toward her,
but she did not finch. Drawing let
ter from the belt, he handed it to her.
ii was so worn and soiIcd that she
took 1t daintily and saw on it her
fathers name. The boy waved his
hand toward the house far up the
path.
"He live here?"
You wish to see himT
The boy grunted assent and with a
shock of resentment the little lady
started up the path with her head
very high indeed. The boy slipped
noiSelessly after her, his face un-
moved, but his eyes were darting right
ami left to the flowers, trees, and
bushes, to every fitting, strange bird,
the gray streak of Scampering squir-
rel, and what he could not see, his
ears took in-the clanklng chains of
warehouses;, the whir Of quail the
screech of peacock, the songs of
negroes from far-off fields.
On the porch sat gentleman In
powdered wig and knee-breeches, who,
lifting his eyes from copy of The
Spectator to give an order to negro
servant. saw the two coming, and the
first look of hewllderment on his fine
face gave way to tolerant smile.
He asked no question. for purpose
very decided and definite was plainly
bringing the little lady on, and he
would not have to question. Swiftly
she ran up the steps, her mouth prim-
ly set. and handed him a letter.
"The messenger Is the son of q
king"
"A what?'