San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1878-11-30
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arms at his trade. She was the daugh-
ter of poor, Woodworking parents, pref
ty well along in life ut that. She was
very young and quite fair girl, whose
time was devoted to helping her aged
mother in the cares of the home. The
three lived happily and comfortably to-
gether, the mans earnings being Just
sufficient to keep them in food and
clothes and roof over their heads.
When Cyrille's lover came the old folks
fell to planning for the future. In the
perspective was home provided with
a stalwart son, and kept beautifully by
an earnest, faithful daughter. At its
front was porch upon which the sun
light ever rested. Under the porch
they themselves sat all through the sum-
mer day, while about their feet played
the happy grandchildren.
Cyrille herself worked cheerily and
hopefully about the house, her glad
songs making music through all the
rooms and charming the birds that
swayed to and fro on the maple outside
the door, and the bees that gathered
the sweets from the blossoms under the
window. So happy was Cyrille in her
love, her hope, her dream. Every duty
was so light, every effort so easy. And
all out doors, the trees, the flowers, the
sunlight, were so much more beautiful
than they had ever been before.
'Cyrille's lover worked steadily ut the
factory, rs full Of hope as was the girl
he was to marry. 1t was hard work, and
long hours, but John did not much
mind them, because he was always
thinking of what they were leading up
to. And that itself was so much better
than anything else on earth that it was
we'll worth double the work and double
the hours were it possible to compass
them. Not very handsome man, nor
a particularly brilliant man was John,
but he made up in an earnest willing
ness what he lacked in looks and men
tai development. More than made it
up, thought the old people, while Cyrille
never once thought but that John was
just as handsome and full as brilliant as
any man who walked the earth-so ten
derby charitable is love, so hopeful of
it's own.
But there came a time when work ut
his factory grew slack. The hours be-
came less and the pay less. Week after
week this shortening continued, and
Johns heart grew faint. But Cyrille
did not lose her courage, OF if she did,
no one knew it. She sang just the
same, and her face when it appeared
was just as sunny and hopeful. To
John she was the same cheerful, happy
body as before. The more discouraged
he grew them hopeful she became,
and the cloud could not long exist where
such steady flow of sunshine was bear
ing upon it. And SO with her John
would take heart despite himself.
Still the factory grew quieter and
quicter, and one day it became very
still the stiffness of one that was dead.
In vain John sought work elsewhere
There was no room for him. He was
obliged to give mp his boarding place,
and having no where else to go he went
to live with Cyrille's people. 1t was "
happy day for Cyrille. Every day she
had her lover with her, and when the
night came they were not far separated,
because the one roof sheltered them.
No cloud chilled her dear heart. He
was with her, and she was satisfied.
But John was i'll at ease. Daily he
sought work hero and there, but no
work came. The days Melted into
weeks. and the weeks made months.
Three months had passed. Cyrille and
her mother went away to spend the
afternoon with friend. Shortly be-
fore the hour for tea they returned, and
Cvrille found note on the stand in her
room as she went there to remove her
hat and cape. 1t was directed in pen
Gil on the outside to Cyrillc, in Johns
well-known hand.
A chill passed over the girl as she
picked it mp. There was premonition