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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16 THE BROWN Once there lived a little flower, blue as the summer skies under which it grew. As long as it felt the warmth of summer breezes, no being on earth was more happy than the How- er. But when, at the waning of the year, the winter winds blew chill from the north, the flower began to moan. I do not wish to die, it cried. f'Oh, fairy queen, thou smiled on me in all the summer months, smile on me now and save me. The fairy queen heard and had compassion. Here is a cloak. said she, Hwhich will keep you safe from VVll1t61'yS blast. It can be willed away, but never willed back. I am power- less to save you from winter, once you give it away. f'The flower was grateful and soon fell into a delicious sleep. But when it awoke, a poor field mouse lay dying on the ground beside it, and generously the flower wished the coat upon the shivering creature, to save it from freezing, Then the Hower gave itself up to death. The fairies, seeing its plight, wept softly from their homes in mid air, as their tears fell, jealous winter, watching on his throne of ice, moved his hand and froze them, lest they should warm back to life all the trees and fiowcrs he had condemned to die. But he could not take the protection from them, any more than he could take the warmth from sympathy or the ache from sorrow. 'fSo the tears of the fairies changed into dovvny flakes of purest white. That is the origin of snow. Spring coming on, the flower, as a reward for its unseltishness, rose in the air as a bird, clothed in blue feathers. This bird comes in the spring. They tell, that whoever falls un- der the shadow of the bluebird shall live in happiness until his next coming. See! There he is. even as I speak! The princess turned quickly to watch the advance of the bird, as he dipped and curved toward them. Swiftly drawing nearer he winged his way above them, and dissolved into the blue sky, In passing, his shadow fell upon the faces of Jeanne and the princess. 'fldow lovelyllf said the princess softly. Mlt is almost like a fairy tale. It IS a fairy tale, isn't it? f'Yes. it is, and then it is not. It is a tale of fairies and yet it is true. So my uncle has told me.. just as I have told you. f'Your uncle-is he not a strange man? Does he also tend sheep? No He lives in the cottage beyond this AND WHITE hill, and reads and writes all day long. These sheep which I tend are his-the bread which I eat is his. 'f'l'hen you are not a common herdsman. But see! The sun is sinking already into the clouds. like a golden disk upon a bed of amber. I must go. If my absence has been noticed, I shall be scolded. Goodby. I promise to come againf' She waved her hand, and in another mo- ment the shepherd boy was alone in the twi- light world. a world of silence. save for the tinkling of a sheep bell now and then. Finally he sent his voice over the flock, and, answered by its echo, went slowly over the hill, the sheep in his wake. llis uncle awaited him on the porch of the cottage, when he had watered his charges and made them safe for the night. Arc you not hungry, my boy? asked the man, as Jeanne dropped beside him instead of entering the kitchen for his meal. Jeanne shook his head. Something then has happened, beyond the ordinary, with a faint smile. I have seen the princess. She came to me and talked with me. Oh, uncle, I wish that I were a noble or a king, so that I might marry the princess when I grew up l Jeanne, do not think of marrying herl It will only bring disappointment and sorrow, for princesses are not for shepherd boysf' Uncle, why do you live thus alone? lNhy have you never married? It is of no matter, boy! But mark you. keep your heart and mind from the princess Jeanne! XYOuld you like to go to America, the native land of your father? Boy, XVould you sfo? No, uncle, I would not. My mother's land is dearer to me than a land I have never seen, my motherls people are my people, dearer to me than strangers. I would not go. So be it if PK ff ak ff Pk The princess grew to girlhood, and the shepherd boy to manhood. Their acquaintance, since that Hrst meeting, had grown to lasting friendship. On a sunny afternoon in early Spring they sat together on the hill amid the sheep. I learned last nightfl Jeanne was saying, 'fJust who my uncle was, and how he came to live such a secluded life. He was Count Sebastan. one of your father's courtiers. He and his sister-my mother-were banished