The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1888-06-23
From woman"
HOW THEY MANAGED.
BY SOPHIE L, sCHENCK.

Elsie Morgan stood among her flowers.
Soft, creamy roses, delicate sweet scent
ed violets and velvety pinks were around
her, while fairy like bells of the abutilon
trembled as if with Joy beneath her no.
tice. Pungent fragrance from wax-like
blossoms hoated by, while golden oranges
hung proudly from the same blossoming
tree.
Row upon row of snowy callas stood
erect in stately splendor opposite the
beautiful girl, whose soft brown eyes
fingered lovingly upon them, while mig
nonette and heliotrope added sweetness
to the delightfully."- perfumed air.
The day was dark and windy. Squalls
of snow often hosted thickly past the
windows without, while within, summer
like luxuriance abounded.
She had filed her hands with Mare
chal Neil roses, bouvardias and nephetus
rosebuds, to carry to her mothers room,
for she was unable to come to the con-
servatory, being quite an invalid since
the sudden death OF her husband, three
weeks before.
"Precious flowers |" she murmured as
she paused in dreamy reverie, gazing
sadly around" how can give them up
All other things 1 can resign, but never
my beautiful flowers We can retain
every bud and blossom too, if mother
will only consent to a plan that will in
the end benefit us ell. Poor mother |!
it is 30 hard for her to be left destitute
But pride and poverty can never dwell
together Eventually she must yield"
She left the lovely spot with this
thought, casting back longing, yearn-
ing glance at her floral friends, as she
disappeared.
the second floor. Dancing snowhakes
were floating hither and yop, now up,
now down, yet all at last silently seeking
the pavements below. One would sup
pose from her steady gaze that she was
watching their cratic movements, but in
reality her mind was occupied with other
things.
"Too often we wander dispairing and blind,
Breathing our useless murmurs aloud;
But tits kinder to bid us seek and find
"A silver lining to every cloud"
These words she repeated slowly and
distinctly, in reply to a remark made by
her mother, who with the cut blossoms
in her hand, was reclining upon a sofa,
that, for greater comfort, had been
wheeled in front of the bright CRATE fire.
"Why do you repeat such sentiment
as that ? You know we'll that there is no
silver lining to this cloud of trouble that
has enveloped US /" returned the mother
impatiently.
"You mistake indeed could point
out one, if you would only listen to me,
darling mother.
at suppose you refer again to that hid
eous old rookery, that was bequeathed to
you How can you think of such thing
as our residing in such place ?" sighed
Mrs. Morgan YEARLY.
"WhRt else can we do? We are abso-
lutely homeless after this month; nearly
penniless also, for that five thousand life
insurance policy will never yield interest
enough to support three, even if well in
vested. 1t may help, for every little will
help, but it is nothing as dependence;
we might use the principal for time, but
that would be folly. We will be obliged
TO support ourselves in the end, SO may
better commence at once. That old
house in New York that Mrs. Armstrong
so Unexpectedly willed to me, if rented,
would only bring very little to us yearly.
II is vacant now, and we need a shelter;
let US go to it. 1t is venerable and small,
but there is yard unusually large at
tached, with good southern exposure.
Only let me try my plan one year, and
see if 1 do not provide a good support
there for you, Marjorie and myself. We
can sell all this elegant furniture and