The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1877-06-14
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BY JESSIE PIERsoN.

the clock in the corner is pointing to
eleven; "your father will be getting
hungry, and you know he never likes 10
wait for his meals"
"Yes, mother" 1 respond from the
depths of book which l am reading.
"Oh, dear, wish we could have some
thing good though" l say moment af-
ter when have come up from down eel
lar and am peeling the potatoes; "don't
you mother? Nothing but potatoes. and
meal, ana bread, day in ana dny outn
Don't waste the time with your fool.
lsh wishes, child" says my mother,
graYely. "You think too often of what
you have not, dear, quite forgetting TO
be thankful 10 the LORD who has given
you a plenty that is Wholesome to eat, a
roof TO shelter you, and youth and health
TOO many blessings to be quite over
looked, Jenny;" and then she goes quiet
ly on with her sewing, but somehow her
words have failed to impress me with
any profound sense Of my obligations to
God.
am restless and discontented to-day,
think l have been SO ever since last
Sabbath, when l had sat III church be.
side one OF the stylish boarders from
Town, and had paid more attention, l am
afraid, to her handsome dress OF silk /,
ner delicately fitting gloves, and PARIS
hat, than to the minister's sermon.
My own crisp lawn, Though cool ana
fresh, had looked SO scant aud poor be-
side her handsome garments, and l had
found myself looking at her in kind OF
awe, wondering how she must feel liV-
ing in such beautiful life, a life in
which economizing and calculating the
cost never entered, but III which to
wish and 10 have We're one.
How |, too, had Ionged for such a life,
sitting Desiue her in the little church !;
had longed for the wealth, the cultiyat-
ed ease, the gloss OF satin and glimmer
OF pearls, the lofty ceilings, the soft car
pets, the flush of sunset pictures, the
rare, sweet delight OF music, and paint
ings, and flowers.
No wonder that recalling these
thoughts to-day, tue walls of our kltch-
EN- looked poor and dismal enough in
comparison, and forbade my thinking OF
The blessings OF which movher Iau
spoken.
dressings in disguisep' l thought
Dltterly;"tnere were certainly none that
l could see."
"Irue there was mother with her
gentle face, and brown hair just begin.
ing to be streaked with grey. She might
he lying with the thin, tired hands
folded forever over her breast-poor
little mOther ana mist of tears filled
my eyes as l thought Of what might be.
acknow ledging in my heart that COD
had been good in sparing mother and
father to me-
And yet-lf He had hut given me these
other blessings, too, This beautiful, ex-
allied lie 10 which all that was coarse
and Earring IN my surroundings should
fade away into beautiful refinement in
which there should be no discordant ele-
ment TO mar The sweet, full harmony ol
Lille.
Ah!how longed for such life, try
ing to evolve some plan, some way in
which might win it as my own.
There seemed to be but one way
possible to me-by marriage (God helm
US that it is 50 and here fell into thai
error which has marreG many an other
wise fair young life, the error of belley-
ing that III marriage whose motive is
not love could ever under any circum-
stances bring happiness.
But 80 1t came TO me, poor little child
that was, and Ormed the secret re-
solve That nothlng should induce me to
give up this my one chance Tor bappi-
ness should the opportunity to accept it
present iLself
mat evenlny aftar tno s
had been washed and nv, 'uppei ulsnes
Ind game nnsIsi,.s a~d puS ''t' amaS, ana L
oai,ro tor lionr ,nri"t 0nanseu ny oarh
snray of polden bopavsnnria III pinned
.nair / sbuL The hall dnnn 1 in my uarh
slowly down the yardan ,"ath nI Halheu
yate standing lsaninn Pvn w tIe
Watching the tra. .fiins vi 49, iuly
and tnere and the 1raie -, Hs mere
that little .fatner 'nn taaau oI'ty roao
dIstuc mess in the fast oatherinn into a.
nnsc e"'noAAns uarA-
Nv and bv q marry whistle -
tho annrnaci, of soma ono aud aHnou"oeu u,
mer, ne "ppt ,pnra peGn go Une' anu III mo-
in nnnntrv 1,,% 80, ,t 4" e..-uulAt Hgure clau
inoCiun n I"n! I'd So, u anu WIN ratuer good
one "n" W. nVnssC lace, IS leanlhg
nod ono u1 nuon s".s Gnan ro anu wishing me
eeorelesslv . Villa ,lInw nn nn's' lePly
y y" mnmeni r Nv " Ii his "1''" - u"no W rest
esWere Won Watching for uo,
.cks lookiny dawn 1nio n'n ono ne
nIs nonesl brown evas .H'H My Ivy tace a,! WIN
truth, l mad been, though perUans ms vu vne
consniousiy. wstcninr sI fns sama peluaps nI un- M
ever since Tom Langley had nc, ac,aW ,Ul
named me home from eha various "ITon- HMnii
ings and trolIcs of The maxi wtntnr r0 ha n,
mad somehow happened to nasS onr m
gate nearly every evnuin, at ohont 49,,
Time, and OF late, drawn by some va"ms @
expectation that | never stnnne@s to
analyze. l had come to trim lighlIv dow
the vatn each evening and Stand care car -