San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-01-08

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| among flowers OF spring and not sing song
| to them.
And that drop of hearts blood how it
widens and spreads, and what magic and
magnetism there is in it'll Just 30 Ey heart
has bled," writes some one from little town
close by, and lust So my heart has bled,"
writes another from distant city, and Just
so my heart has blci," writes sone poor,
desolate soul with pen that is ignorant Of
the rules of grammar and the art OF spell
ing, and all the more pathetic for it.
SO the sympathetic letters come, proving
ALWAYS that one touch OF Laturo makes all
OF us little bit akin.
"PoOhl' sad q shallow woman to me one
day, ''you can't make me believe that you
writers feel what you write" Il shall not
try" answered languidy, life is too short
and your brain is too narrow"
She cut me dead the next time she met me
on the street, and | was glad az it, She is .
cold, fshy sort Of woman anyhow, and her
hand is as limp rs an oyster. Thank heaven!
shall never be obliged 10 shake it s-ain, is
owner, as it were, having shaken mel
There is n saying that lit is better to have
tho good will than the Ill will Of even dog"
but it is not a saying OF mine. 1t is posi-
tive luxury TO ne to feel that certain pSgtLo
dislike me Is heartily rs | dislike them.
There is flavor about it, and like favor
in dislike as well as in love.
If all of US would come square out in our
likes and disliLes believe the world would
be happier for it. Such an honest arrsugs.
ment would certainly save Us from much
boredome and from few bi. lies and many
little ones: and save us too from tho pain OF
misunderstanding and doubling the friend
ship of our friends Give me al enemy with
q flaming torch in his hand and l will move
out of my straw house into u house OF brick.
Give me an enemy with q shotgun in his
hand, and will run around the corner; but
give me an enemy with q sharp little asp that
Stings under her kisses, or an enemy who
gives me glass of wine with poison IL it, or
slice Of bread raised byNhe yeaSt Of Islander,
and l have no way to protect myself.
Give me friend who says frankly, 81 Love
YOU" who shows it III her glad smile whom
we meet, makes me feel it in the warm clasp
of her hand, and who does not leave me in
doubt Of her sympathy when the sunshine Of
happiness brightens my pathway, or the
thunders of trouble roll over my head
Such friend, full Of dsmonstrative ten
derness, is q dayspring Of delight and not to
be snapped Off for many Worth costumes or
much fins gold.
But the friend whose eyes never brighten
at my approach, whose lips mover say 81 am
glad for your gladness, sad for your MADNESS !"
whose hands are never stretched out to break
my fall into trouble, and who turns away his
face lest | should discover that hs sym
pathizes with me-pshawl such en- unSamou.
strative friend as that 81 ould be lad across
the lap of neglect and spanked with duty.
II there is one law snat sits high up on a
bench above all the other laws, with shining
countenance, dressed in the gorgeous apparel
of judge of tina United States Supreme
cours, the name Of that law il Love We one
another" and | often wonder why the loving
Lord Of love did not add-and tell each
other So,
FOR what earthly good is deaf and duu[
f"icndship to anyl ouyt Love is not starve
ling. He is represented as q well nourished,
chubby, dimplei lJtle boy with wings, and
he flies away from the hsart that does not
feed him well with tender words and kisses,
and Love is wise to do it.
The pusillanimous, knock kneed, pigeon
toed, humpbacked, deaf and dumb, ldiotic
"SakAhs suA' las uot sIIeuSsn enough 10
climb up out of the heart and peep through
the eyes, speak through the lips and
walnl the very finger tips by the magnetism
of his presence is not Love, but miserable
csricaturs on that divine little god, who has
but the one infrmity Of being blind.
Still waters run deep" you say They
do So deep that the lilies OF Love do not
do0t on them
The longer live the more do believe that
"out OF the abundance of the heart the mouth
speaEeth' and the pan writeth.-Pearl Rivers
in New Orleans Picayune