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Show Page Ten GOLD AND BLUE Georgia had been trying to attract Violet’s attention and tell her by signs to leave the room, but and just had to talk. “Yes, sah, Mars’r Gerahd, other day, she says, ‘Violet, I nice gen’lman; What’s dat, didn’t want me to say? Oh, fierce eye on Stanley, saying, Gerahl, ah sho’ didn’t, dis ole. Why yo’ nebah-did “Violet, please the Lawdy, woman say dat, did yo’ honey?” leave the room, you are ah sho’ was “wound up.” she just says to her old mammy the think dat Misto’ Gerahd am a PIeney Miss Veer gt, has ah said sump’n yo’ Lawd o’ massy!” and she turned a “Ah nevah meant what ah said, Mas’r niggh just had to be talkin’, she did. worse,’ said Georgia, trying to laughing and very near crying. Oh, old didn’t be stern, mean only sianciet though it,” said she Violet, as was she things nearly left the room, rolling her eyes and asking to be forgiven. After she had gone a strained silence reigned for a few minutes and then Stanley said, “You once said that you were very elad you met a mouse in the attic. Well, 1 am glad that there happens to be a certain old negro called Violet, who just had to talk.” Ardella THE (With profuse PSALM apologies OF LOVE. to the immortal “Tell me not,” the maiden “Love For the is but an empty soul Anderson, is dead Longfellow.) murmurs, dream!” that’s single, And boys are not what they seem. Love is real! Love is earnest! And the altar is not its goal; “Dust thou art to dust returnest,” Was Not not to dress spoken of the swell, nor soul. te flirt well Is our destined end or way ; But to act that each tomorrow Finds us near our wedding day. Boys But are fickle, time is fleeting, our hearts are stout and brave, Still, ike meek young lambs we’re waiting For some boy our souls to save. Trust no maiden, howe’er pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! ’22. |