Western Reserve chronicle. [volume] (Warren, Ohio) 1855-1921, 1855-12-12
ABOU P0V1RIY.
BY ALICE CAREY.

it is, and The bles inss we M ght have.
are lost in the effort 10 .ses those which
lie ouisi lie OF the possible.
We are as one who sees the bright top
of a mountain and climbs till his strength
Is gone and the noontiie hea, burns him
up, and then sees too late the coIl deep
shadows at he bottom.
And what is it after ali that we want {?
What is this reaching and wol king and
complaining about? What is there we
really need which, by little honest en-.
deavor. WE may not attain it B.? In the
lille and limited experience of my life,
how many sorrow'ul limited pictures L
have seen-pictures that might just a.
well have been turned towards The sun
shine as not
Let me show you the first that rises to
my mind. 1t is an old country house -
the roof all green with moss, the win
dows broken, and the paint washed from
the walls. The trees that grow aboutit are
upiurned, and the weeds in the door-yard
have chok,d out the flowers, if there
were ever any flowers there every thing
locks IIiuvuS.
The well curb is shattered and leaning
to one side, the sweep broken, bu; in its
useless condition, standing yet So lhst
the water is draSn by means of milk
pail and the cloilIe-Ine; a few s.unted
currant bushes, and a huDch OF worm
wood, indicate the spot where the garden
had been. The fences are down, and
the briar< are up. In short, it looks
thriftless and comfortless, and why Ii
was not always SO /!
can remember when all the farm and
the house were neat and rim, as you can
magine-W hen the househ Id was aslir
at daybreak and tie dozen sleek cows
wele MIXED and turned into the pasture
before sunrise. Now the four or f e
scrawny creatures are sometimes neg
lecled unit near monday. and stand low
ing and switching the flies about the milk
yard, in place OF chewing the cu1 in the
maple sh idows.
The housewife that used 10 look 50
Iidy. AS she sooI churnin5 under tha
cherry trees. at he door. is rarely To be
seen nov. AMI when She Is, il is in a
>lOveuIy dress. wiki melancholy air
The doors are close shut, aud suspect
The Sni hers work in AMI about the place
at pleasure Sometimes al ten O'Clock
in The morning. the owner of these prem
i>es has been yawnIng about the door,
with uncom"ed hair, and in lar. .uid spir
its seemingly.
He used to be blowing when the larks
began to sing. anl whisjling as they
And what has urou 5ht all this change
Why are the children, that used to be
skipping to the free school. with faces so
rouni and so merry, kep, a; home now
to roam wild throuih the woods, and
forget all they had ever learned at their
school
This, and simply this. is the reason of
it all.
A rich man has come to The nighbor
hood, and the shadow of his fine house
falls across the doorway of farmer D., |
as we call the person of shom we are
wiring.
"Our neighbor don't milk a dozen
cows and make butjer,' says Mrs. D.
'Suppose we sell ours, and try some
other way of doing? The farmer de-
murs a little, but one after another the
cows are sold 1t makes the hands OF
thechildren sobigand awkward to milk,
said Mrs. D., land if we want them to
be like anybody, (meanilg the rich
we must nOl have them
milk"
They don't try anything else, howev-
er, in the place of butter making, ard
before long the dresses of the children
are too old and TOO worn to wear to
there is nothing with which to
make new ones, and Mrs. d. thinks it a
small difference whether they go at all.
as it is as well to stay at home, if they
can't do any more like other FOLKS re-
ierring Of course to the rich neighbor,
whose ch ldren go TO the Academy.
The weeds grow up in the door-yard.
T. Bless me-, says Mrs. D. ''our holly
locks and sun flowers don't look much
IKE the beautiful flowers some peo.le
nave. | don g care whether they are
olan.ed or nor. Anl 50 things 80.
SIbbljh morning comes. and the was-
IN in which they used to ride to churc
5 moi drawn IRON beneath the she'd {
Mrs. D. hi Ks people that can have
:arr aye may as well stay az home and
read a sermon; besiles she noticed that
gnen she went last, that her bonnet
lijn't look ike some ladies' bUnne s.
And he rich reig hbor goes by in his
carriage, and the farmer waaders abOut
.he fields, looks at the colts and cows
diminishing in numbers and excellence,
and 81 last zoe. home dissatisfied with