San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-12-04

In the first place had been to see Mrs
Jones. WheE / went into the sitting room
there was fire cracking ON the hearth,
and | could see through the door that there
was one burning in her room also. Now,
as Mrs. Jones is poor, and as had supplied
her with food for the greater part of the
winter, thought had a right to say:
'Dear me, Mrs. Jones, shouldn't think
you could afford to have two fires burning
at once-and such mild day, too"
She turned as red as beet and pressed
her lips together, but she didn't say any
thing. l fear Mrs. Jones is far from being
sweet tempered.
Then l went on to sister Harriet's. Her
daughter Ella had just met with quite a
severe accident, having been thrown from
buggy while ont driving and her arm
broken. To be sure it was painful and the
shock had made her i'll, but then she should
not have been so foolish as to have gone
out behind Ned Pennywick's young horse
l reminded her of this
''You ought to be very thankful" be-
Thankful for having been nearly
killed" she cried. Really, Aunt Maria,
my gratitude is not SO easily aroused"
sat down on the bed beside her. Per
haps may have drawn the cover rather
tightly over her feet, but she need not have
given such fiounce.
"My dear child, it might have been your
back or your neck" said.
"Well, it wasn't"
"But it might have been"
"Maria," said my sister at this point,
"too much conversation is not good for
Ella. The doctor says it makes her fever
ish."
So left there and went to Mrs. Critten-
denis. She was in great trouble. She and
her husband had not been married long,
but they had had heavy money losses, and
he had been obliged to leave her with her
mother while he went out west to seek
employment. ..--
/ had brought her some wine jelly, and
after had given it to her said: "Cheer
up, my dear. 1t might be so much worse.
Suppose he was dead?"
"Oh, don'tr' she cried.
"Weil, but it might have happened. In
the midst of life we are in death, and
think how dreadful it would have been to
see him lying in his coffin instead of his
being just out west, where you can hear
from him twice a week. Does he write
twice a week" -0a .H .H..
"Only once" she said. -.s' .... ..
"Only once-dear, dearr' said /. 81
should think he'd write oftener."
Hes too busy" she replied.
Then to divert her mind from her own
grievances began to tell her about my
new housemaid, Clarissa, and how many
things she had broken in the last week.
"Three saucers and teacup-no, three
teacups and a saucer" was saying, when
happened to glance at her and saw that
she was not listening to a word / was say
ing. a
She seemed to be u poor, spiritless Great
ure, and 1 made up my mind that would
not go to see her again in a hurry.
Indeed, / came to the conclusion that
there is very little gratitude in the world.
You can go around wearing yourself out
trying to do good to others and never get
word of thanks. .. .....
1 Thought would go on to Mrs. Stones,
as she had asked the ladies of the church
to meet at her house and talk over the new
altar cloth. When l stepped upon the gal.
lery the front door was ajar, and a sound
of voices came from the parlor; but no one
seemed to hear my knock. paused mo.
the following remark: .... ...... ...
Mrs. Paulding is one of those people
who are moral fy-blisters to all their
friends and acquaintances."
EYES," said another voice-it was that
deceitful Margie Hoffheimer-'I always
think it was fortunate for Jobs reputation
for patience that he did not know her."
"And the worst of it is that she has
nd 20 hot har
''You are right" replied Gerarda Abbey's
voice, MRS. Paulding has one of the best
hearts in the world. l know of ever so
many sacrifices she has made in order tC
help Others"
well, / should think you would be the
last
But did not wait to hear more. l was
SO angry that did not know exactly where
/ was going when / walked away TIC
think that Gerarda's voice was the only
one raised in my defense after the way
had always snubbed her! felt heartily
ashamed of myself. AS / was hurryin2
along who should overtake me bat Gerarda.
She bowed and was going to pass on, but
/ said, "Yoarcold doesn't seem to get any
better, my dear"
She looked surprised and her lip trem-
bled; then she answered bravely, "Oh, now
spring is coming it will soon be we'll"
''Not unless you take care of yourself.
You ought to get Tom to prescribe for you.
She hung her head and murmured some
thing that sounded like, tom doesn't
care" D.
\ i asked what she meant and she an
swered: tom and are not engaged any
longer. did not write to him that / had
undertaken the dancing school, for fear he
would say the work was too hard for me-