San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-03-08

tic talk seemed to open a new door 10 my
inner consciousness to admit me into 4
fresh phase of existence. A sentence
had read to Aunt Agatha that Sunday az
ternoon often haunted me as l listened:
behold, how green this valley 10, also
how beautiful with lilies. have known
many laboring men that have got good
estates in this Valley Of Humiliation;"
and almost held my breath as I remem-
bered that our Lord had been q labortng
Man.
Hannah never encroached in any way;
she always tactly acknowledged the diff
ference in our stations and never pre-
sumed on these conversations, but she
let me see that she was fond of me by
rendering me all sorts of little services;
and on my side tried to be useful TO her
She was very clever at work, and l
taught her embroidery. Her handwriting
and reading were defective-She had been
rather a Ounce at school, she told me; and
I helped her to improve herself on both
these points; further than this l could not
go.
shall never forget my shame one even
ing when she came into the nursery and
found me writing a letter to Aunt Agatha
with dictionary beside me, for there was
no trouble to which would not put my
self if could only avoid paining those
loving eyes.
"Why, miss" she exclaimed, in an as
touished voice, that is what am obliged
to do when l write to father or Molly!
Molly is fine scholar, and SO is Lydia;
the hardest words never puzzle them"
must confess that my face grew hot
as l stammered out my explanation to
Hannah. l felt that from that night l
should lose caste in her eyes, for only an
enlightened mind could solve such an
enigma; but need not have been afraid;
truth is sometimes revealed to babes.
81 would not fret about it if l were you,
miss" observed Hannah, pleasantly; sit
seems to me it is only like ST. Pauls thorn
in the flesh Molly says sometimes, when
father worries about the cattle or the bad
harvest, that most people have messen-
ger of Satan to buffet Them that is a
favorite speech Of Molly's. We should
not like to be born crooked or lame, as
she often tells us; but it might be our lot,
for all that, and we should get into heaven
just as fast 1t is not how we do it, but
how we feel when doing it-that is Molly's
proverb, and the most of us have our bur-
den to carry some part of the way"
True, Hannah, and will carry mine;"
but rs l spoke the tears were in my eyes,
fer though her words were true the thorn
was very piercing, and one had to get used
to the smart
CHAPTER VII THEFAsHION OF THIS WORLD.
have said that from the first moment
had felt a singular attraction toward my
new mistress AS the days went on, and
became better acquainted with the rare
beauty and unsefshness of her nature,
my respect and affection Qeepeued. l soon
grew to love Mrs. Morton as have loved
few people in this life.
My service became literally a service of
love; it was with no sense of humiliation
that l owned myself her servant; obedi-
ence to SO gentle rule was simply a de-
light. l anticipated her wishes before
they were expressed, and an ever-deepen-
ing sense of the sacredness and dignity of
nv charge made me impervious to small
sights and moved me to fresh efforts.
Twas no longer tOrmepted by my old
feelings of useIessness and ineficiency.
The respondent fears of my girlhood land
girlhood is often troubled by these I'M
wholesome fancieS), that there was no
special work for me in the human vine
yard, had ceased to trouble me. | was a
bread winner, and my food tasted all the
sweeter for that thought.
Twas preaching silently day by day my
new crusade. Every morning | woke
cheerfully to the simple routine of the
days duties Every night lay down be-
tween nv children's cots with satisfied
conscience and a mind at rest, while the
seft breathings Of the little creatures be-
sids nae seemed to lull me to sleep.
1t was a strangely quiet life for girl of
tuo-snd-twenty, but | soon grew used TO
it. When felt dull read; at other times
1 sung ever my work, out of pure light
hsartedness, and l could hear Joyce's
shrill little treble joining in from her dis
tant corner.
II wish could sing like you, Merle"
Mrs Morton once said to me, when she
had interrupted our duet; your voice is
very sweet and true. and deserves to be
cultivated. Since my baby's death my
voice has wholly left me-"
1T will como back with time and rest
1 returned, rosssuringly; but she shook
her head.
REST; that is . word l hardly know.
Whom l was girl never knew life would
be such = fatiguing thing. There are
toe many duties for the hours: one tries
to at them in properly, but when night
comes the sense Of failure haunts ones
dreams"
That 10 surely . symptom Of over
work, " was my remark in answer to this.
Perhaps you are right but under the