The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1886-06-23

'iEtfd'lcr. IL II IL ltSSDn 10 me 10 never
again form nasty conclusions"
In due time the lovers arrived HON,
and were married.
Assisted by his wife. Frank engaged in
Il mercantile business, which now yields
him Il good income.
When the Day is Done.
How quiet the house is at midnight
The people who talk and laugh and sing
i'll it every day are asleep, and the people
who fell asleep in it long ago come back
into it. Every house has these two class
cs of tenants. Do we love best those
with whom we can laugh and talk and
sing, or the dear silent ones who come so
noisclessly to our side and whisper to us
in faint, sweet, PARKWAY whispers that
have no sound, 50 that we hear only their
very stiffness?
am not tired, but my pen is weary. 1t
falls from my fingers, and | raise my
head. | start to leave the table, and my
eyes fall upon II little book lying on the
floor. Ii is ii little First Reader" He
left it there this afternoon. ! remember
how ! was impatient because he could not
read the simple little lesson, such an easy
lesson, and | told him it was IA waste of
my time to teach him, and pushed him
away from me. | remember now. | see
the flush come into the little tired face,
the brave, cheerful look in his eyes-his
mothers brave, patient cherriness, strug-
CLING with his,disappointment and pain.
| see him lie down on the floor and the
little face bend over the troublesome lit
tie lesson, such Il simple, easy lesson, any
struggle alone, it has to be given up, and
the hafiied little soldier, with II more
appealing look toward me for re-enforre-
mcnts, signs, and turns away from the
lesson he cannot read to the play that
comforts him. And there lies the little
book, just as he left it. All, me, could
kneel down and kiss il now, as though ii
were alive and loving.
Why, what - my time worth to me
to-day? What Was there i'll the book
wanted to read one-half 80 precious tn
me as one cooling word from the prattling
lips that quivered when | turuned away.
! hate the book / read. | will never look
ut ii again. Were it the last book in the
world | think | would burn il. All its
gracious words are lies. | say to you,
though all men praise the book, and
though an hour ago | thought it was ex-
c~ellent, | say to YOU that there is poison
in It's hateful pages. Why, what can |
learn from books that baby lips cannot
teach me? Do YOU know | want to 20 To
his door and listen the house is 50 still
maybe he is not breathing. Why, if be-
tween NV book and my boy | choose my
book. why should God not leave me with
my books? Ny hateful books.
But | was not harsh. ! was only a lit
tie inpatient. Because, YOU see, his les
son was 80 easy, 50 simple. All, me, there
were two of us trying to read this after
noon. They were two easy, simple les
sons. Mine was such Il very easy, simple,
pleasant. loving one to learn. Just Il
line, Just a little thrub of patience, of
gcntleness. of love that would have made
my WI heart glow and laugh and sing.
The letters were 50 large and plain, the
words 50 easy and the sentences 50 short.
And |, oh, pity me, | missed every word.
| did not read Il word Alright. See, here
is my copy now all blurred and blistered
with tears and heartache, all married and
m~isspelled and blotted. | am ashamed
10 show it to the Master. And vet
know he will be patient with me; | know
how gentle and patient he will be. Why,
how patiently and loving all these years
teaching me this simple lesson | failed
upon to-day. But when my little pupil
stumbled on IL single words my time,
then, 50 much more precious than the
Inc Master illal i tilliiOl teach tIt Iittlt
lesson more than once?
All, friend, We do not waste time when
We plat scourgcs for ourselves. These
hurrying DAYS, these busy, anxious,
shrewd, ambitious times of ours are vast
ed when they take our hearts away from
patient ~gcntlencss, and give us fame for
love and gold for kisses. Some day, then,
when our hungry souls will seek for
bread our selfish god will give us Il stone.
Life is not Il deep, profound, %perplexing
question. 1t is Il simple, easy lesson,
such as any child may read. You cannot
find lis solution in the ponderous tones
of the old fathers, the philosophers, the
investigators, the theorists. 1t is not on
your ~bookshelyes. But in the warInest
corner of the most unlettered heart it
CLOVIS in letters that the blind my read
Il sweet, plain, loving, easy lesson. And
when YOU have learned it, brother of
mine, the world will be better and hap
pier.
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