Mountain life -- Fiction; Tennessee, East -- Fiction
Everywhere, however, the younger feminine element blossomed out in
poetic guise. Here and there fluttered fairies with the silver-flecked
game wings that Royce had seen a-making, and Titania still wore her
crown, although Bottom had thrown his pasteboard head out of the
window, and was now a grave and sedate young American citizen. Red
Riding-Hood and the Wolf still made the grand tour in amicable company,
and Pocahontas, in a fawn-tinted cycling-skirt and leggings and a
red blanket bedizened with all the borrowed beads and feathers that
the Springs could afford, was esteemed characteristic indeed. Davy
Crockett had a real coonskin cap which he had bought for lucre from
a mountaineer, and which he intended to take home as a souvenir of
the Great Smokies, although he was fain to carry it now by the tail
because of the heat; but he invariably put it on and drew himself up
to his tableau estimate of importance whenever one of the elderly
ladies clutched at him, as he passed, to inquire if he were certainly
sure that the long and ancient flintlock (borrowed) which he bore
over his shoulder was unloaded. There had evidently been a tableau
representing Flora’s court or similar blooming theme, since so many
personified flowers were wasting their sweetness on the unobservant and
unaccustomed air. The wild rose was in several shades of fleecy pink,
festooned with her own garlands. A wallflower--a dashing blonde--was
in brown and yellow, and had half the men in the room around her.
Suddenly--Lucien Royce’s heart gave a great throb and seemed to stand
still, for, on the arm of her last partner, coming slowly down the
room until she stood in the full glow of the nearest chandelier, all
in white, in shining white satin, with a grace and dignity which
embellished her youth, was she whom he had so longed to see. Her bare
arms and shoulders were of a soft whiteness that made the tone of the
satin by contrast glazing and hard. Her delicate head, with its black
hair arranged close and high, had the pose of a lily on its stalk.
Scattered amid the dense dark tresses diamonds glittered and quivered
like dewdrops. Her face had that flower-like look not uncommon among
the type of the very fair women with dark hair from the extreme South.
Over the white satin was some filmy thin material, like the delicate
tissues of a corolla; and only when he had marked these liliaceous
similitudes did he observe that it was the Chilhowee lily which she had
chosen to represent. Now and again that most ethereal flower showed
amongst the folds of her skirt. A cluster as fragile as a dream lay on
her bosom, and in her hand she carried a single blossom, poetic and
perfect, trembling on its long stalk.
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