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Blaylock turned a glance of speaking tenderness upon the Colonel, fingered for a moment the silvery curl that drooped upon her bosom, then looked again toward the mountains. Without preliminary or affectation or demurral she began, in rather thrilling and more deeply pitched tones to recite these lines: "The Georgia hills, the Georgia hills! Oh, heart, why dost thou pine?
I am aware that there are dishonest schemers in the world who set traps for the unwary, but even they are not altogether bad. My dear, can you recall those verses entitled 'He Giveth the Increase, that you composed for the choir of our church in Holly Springs?" "That was four years ago," said Mrs. Blaylock; "perhaps I can repeat a verse or two.
I think myself extremely fortunate in having secured him for a partner on life's journey I am so unversed in those formidable but very useful branches of learning." Colonel Blaylock rose and made a bow a bow that belonged with silk stockings and lace ruffles and velvet.
She named it to Zack. 'All right, says he, 'you give me to-morrow to hunt me up one that's as good a butter maker as you air, and I've got no objections. Then he took hisself down to Preacher Blaylock, knowin' in reason that preachers was always hungry for weddin' fees, and would hustle round to make one.
Poetry is a line I never dealt in. It must be nice, though quite nice." "It is the region," smiled Mrs. Blaylock, "in which my soul dwells. My shawl, Peyton, if you please the breeze comes a little chilly from yon verdured hills." The Colonel drew from the tail pocket of his coat a small shawl of knitted silk and laid it solicitously about the shoulders of the lady. Mrs.
Blaylock, "in Holly Springs were long, long, long. But now is the promised land in sight. Skyland! a lovely name." "Doubtless," said the Colonel, "we shall be able to secure comfortable accommodations at some modest hotel at reasonable rates. Our trunks are in Okochee, to be forwarded when we shall have made permanent arrangements."
"That's great stuff, ma'am," said J. Pinkney Bloom, enthusiastically, when the poetess had concluded. "I wish I had looked up poetry more than I have. I was raised in the pine hills myself." "The mountains ever call to their children," murmured Mrs. Blaylock. "I feel that life will take on the rosy hue of hope again in among these beautiful hills.
Blaylock sighed contentedly, and turned her expressive eyes still as clear and unworldly as a child's upon the steep slopes that were slowly slipping past. Very fair and stately they looked in the clear morning air. They seemed to speak in familiar terms to the responsive spirit of Lorella. "My native hills!" she murmured, dreamily.
Again followed that wonderful bow, as the Colonel lightly touched the pale cheek of the poetess. Mrs. Blaylock, blushing like a girl, shook her curl and gave the Colonel an arch, reproving tap. Secret of eternal youth where art thou? Every second the answer comes "Here, here, here." Listen to thine own heartbeats, O weary seeker after external miracles. "Those years," said Mrs.
Maybe we can scare up some fruit or a cup of tea on board. I'll ask Mac." Mrs. Blaylock reclined at ease. Few royal ladies have held their royal prerogative with the serene grace of the petted Southern woman.
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