Claiborne guardian. [volume] (Homer, La.) 1877-188?, 1877-09-26

choice. the one she truly loved,
though a poor clergyman, and now
that obstacle in the way of their
social intercourse was slumbering
in death, she could not do violence
to his principles by begging. No,
she could not. She WOULD not beg.
bnt she rOnH work-and after turn.
ing over and over one plan after
another. she decided she WIS too
young and inexperienced to offer
herself 10 the public rs teacher. but
she knew she could act in tue
capacity of help. about Il house, at
tend to children, DO plain sewing,
and he useful in many ways. So
she decided she would present her.
self Il stranger at the house of this
rich relative. and was fully per.
suaded the plan would work charm
ingly. \ sigh Of regret hea>ed her
bosom as she began to think of
leaving homc-ihr home of her
happy childhood days. where She
had crer Sport"d blithr and gay amid
the smiles of loving parents. Yes.
she must leave this pleasant home.
The sweetest memories of our lives.
the most tender aSsGria ions of love.
and all that is softcnihg-,and eic.
waiting cling about the name Nhnmc;
we love to dwell in fond memory
about the scenes of childhood DAYS.
and we are 10th to give MP those
loving attentions and endrarmrntS
that will ever live as years glide
upon our lives, and throw Il glamour
of beauty about the past more 80.
ticing than all the ScrncS imdgina
ton can picture of the days Vet to
come. With n heart Overlooking
with emotions oi gushing tenderness
she turns from these thou"hiS to
consider as how best To disclose to
her mother her new formed plan in
answer to the oft repeated question.
'EWhat are we to do!"-Oit rcucatcd
mental SolilOquics among the poor
when ahlrct poverty StarcS them in
the face, an! sometimes uttered
among the rich, as our story will
show.
Mrs. Mason. Berries mother, WAS
sad and sick. She was heart sore,
for her trial was indeed severe, tonr
children to support and no visible
means with which to maintain them.
yet her Christian faith was strong
in Him "who hearcth the yonng
ravens when they cry" Calling
BERTHE away from her retreat OF
meditation To come and listen To a
few words she had To say. BERTHE
obcyed and stood 10y her
mother.
"What, mother, is it you wish of
me-
"My child, have been thinking.
what are we to do. Ii pains me to
tell YOU how utterly dependent we
are. Could your tathcr.have lived.
we might never have known want:
but an all.wise Providence knoweth
what is best for the good of His
children. Let us try to trust Him
with an implicit faith"
Berries eyes were already SnfiuSed
with tears ere her mother had
ceased speaking. but rallying all
the moral force OF her character.
almost sobbing she hurripdty told
her to leave that knotted question,
"What are We To do!" TO her.
$40 you, my tender. loving child;
to yOu, so young. whose years have
glided with such noiSclesS tread,
bringing but little experiences Of
the realities of life; to you. so timid
and untutorcd, save in The affections
OF home. To yon, so"-
"Oh, mother, am stroIg, am
brave, l can work, | have been
planning, planning for several days,
and have, after due consideration,
decided my course of action. and
trust il may meet your approval"
"My sweet child, YOU. too, have
been bnrdrned with the thought
What are we to do Tell me your
plan, your mother will ever Yield To
yOnr wishes when she can 10 so, and
at the same time be consistent with
right
"Well. mother, to he very brief.
you know you have an aunt who
lives in wealth, scarcely knowing
how much. | thought tn her |
would go as a stranger. not Ia ask
aims in the ordinary way, bnt III ask
for cork. Mother, please do not say
No. There is so much could do"
"My dear child, | know a noble
incentive has prompted you to make
this great sacrifice, for great indeed
must ii be TO you, for one so Young.
with proud yet loving spirit, to go
out to work as a mere serrdnt girl"
"Oh! mother, do not lay such
stress upon servant girl, (thongh