Greensburg High School - Brown and White Yearbook (Greensburg, PA)

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14 THE BROVVN AND XVI-IITE 5524, ,',,! 1.3.1, I I f . Y ' f ri-f ,,,!,f 'WD' f iw m f .vii J... . ,yu X ,f 1 'MX fi V Q ,ft swf,-xy.. ,X K, .gi mp Evfiegiail l, em 2 f--. . -fa - .i X i -- - ee 'rr Er a- 2 ' ? f5 as ' P 5 o f a 2 I XXX f f ifff 1' f '15??Z'V?:f' 5- hs 1' fl III? afternoon sun smiled warmly down on the hills of the little kingdom of Carlsbad, and stained the shepherd boy's round cheeks a ruddy brown. All the hills and the village rejoiced at the sun. instead of shriveling up at his glance, for the kingdom of Carsbad was fertile and rich. The shepherd boy knew this, as he watch- ed his sheep browsing on the green grass, and was glad of it. The world was happy and life a good thing. Spring was in the air, the snow on the hillside was fast disappearing, and under the dark brown leaves the first buds of arbutus were poking up their heads. He felt as rich as the king who dwelt in the great white palace yonder. He clasped his arms around his knees where he sat upon a rock, and let his large. dreamy eyes wander to the great mass of stone and tile nestling among the hills of Carsbad. for company, and by night the stars and the echoing stillness. But I am glad you have come. How did you chance to see me at so great a distance He glanced at the spot where the jagged stone spire rent the hills, and then back to her face. I did not see you by my eyes alone, she replied. l was looking through the leather mounted glasses which my father uses when he rides abroad, and I saw you sitting there, with the white sheep scattered about you like the petals of a vase. You remained still for so long, that I decided you were lonely, or in sorrow, so I came to you. You are very kind. I am only too glad that you have come. lVhy have you never came before? 'AI could not get away. Always some one observed me stealing from the castle gate, and stopped me. VVhat is your name, Shep- pn She gave it to him, many He did not wish to live within a dwelling such as that, he felt no envy for the monarch there. Instead, he felt a great loyalty. His uncle, the wise one, had said that it was right and good to love one's king and country, and the Wfise One never erred. Suddenly his reflections were brought to an end by a figure on the hillside. He unclasped his arms, and rose from the rock, shading his eyes with his hand. herd Boy? it not true? know that, Jeanne? 'flt-anne. You are the Princess Yes, I am the princess. How Alena. Is did yau You look like the picture which has of your mother, the queen. How does it happen that your a picture of my mother? Tell me. years ago. my uncle uncle has The figure of a little girl met his gaze, and as she came nearer, he saw that her hair was golden and her eyes. with the sunlight on them, like the shade of an amethyst his uncle had once let him hold in his hand. She came straight to hing, unabashed by his stare, and smiled at him with a smile that was all friendship. 'Shepherd Boy, she said, I have come to play with you for a littleiwhile. I saw you from the window of the tower yonder, and you looked lonely. You must get dreary with only the silent sheep for company. 'AI am never lonely. By day I have the winds, and the birds, and the growing grasses And why did she give her picture to thy uncle. shepherd boy?l' That is more than he has told me, princess. But say, are you not cold? The Spring is yet very youngf' I am not cold. The cold snow is almost all gone from the hills. Do not call the snow cold. It is not cold. It is as a blanket spread over the earth to keep it warm from XVinter's winds. Have vou never heard the story of the snow?,' I No, I never hear stories of snow or of flow- ers. I hear of kingdoms and princes and riches. but none of life's beauties. XYill you tell me tliestory, Shepherd Boy?'y

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