Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1890-10-12

and how many cream biscuits day to give him,
and had express ed quite unreservedly her inten-
tion of providing him wit h the finest of scalskin
blankets and educational advantages; but all
that disinterested good fortune brought only
small comfort to our severed family identity!
We had been building great castles in Spain Cor
rather TeXas), prince, - ''Nlc, - GLADLY
and l, of little ranch of our own tout West, -
of d mesquite grass pasture, spring branch 10
paddle our feet in, all the Jack rabbits we could
rut (Tun, not catch, for had already explained
to my partners my uncomfortable repugnance for
capital punishment), all the fresh milk desira-
BILE, and not a single fence on our place which
could not crawl through at our own sweet
will! Well, so they tumble to earth these gilded
temples of anticipation! In Princes sacrifice
upon the Unsuitable altar of Mammon, see the
beginning of the end OF all my cherished plans.
His entire into society under such brilliant aus
Pices will bring his family and Pedi-
gree into prominent notice. The Four
Hundred bubble not at prices They
will find dozen loose $50 scattered around
in their plethoric pOcketbooks before vic"
"Gladdy'' and 1 can make it by our brains We
will be scattered family, and the beautiful
ranch jack-raboted- green pastured-life, only
one more pale ghost in the dim land OF dreaWs!
Alas! the expression in cold type OF SO vogue
but poignant apprehension IS antlclH4tiVai
agony! 1 think will not further harroE np$
heart by continued visits to our doomed abfs5ng
if those puppies little sisters and brothers
of my very own. Well, was not also as happy
been guaranteed eternity? After all nature de-
mands balance. will not repine!
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There is another show window which has
brought me heart full OF Joy and artistic como
pensation. 1t contains the picture OF a young
girl Just after her first communion. l wonder if
the artist who painted that face saw all the
beauty of mind and soul that l see, shining in
those sweet eyes? II is a very simple picture,
Just pure child face against misty roseate
background, that is all; yet its unspoken
eloquence shouts to my heart, intelligently,
divinely from past and future shore. That
background, rosy tint, breathes childhoods
fading dreams of daised meadows, low singing
brooks and fairy tales meath quiet greenwood
trees; of mother kiss and futtering baby smiles,
baptismal vows aud May-day fTohcings. Gainst
this the face od's image undetled, as fresh, as
iris tinted-pure as one of those frail shells
picked up from the receding tide; no lines no
breaks, no meanings underneath, just blended
symmetry and perfect grace wide open eyes, I'M
daunted golden brow, like ox-eyed daisy hearts
before tho sun; soft apple blossom cheeks and.
rounded chin, and brow unfurrowed, kissed by
straying curls and mouth-ah! telltale mouth
whose crimson lips just hint woman's under
throbbing heart. The throat has not line of
sensual charms; in slender column, school
girl fattened chest beneath the modest gown Of
clinging creamy stuff. The virgin veil falls
from the pretty head down to the folded hands
upon her breast. Before, is-f Nothing!
beauteous, great unknown-a woman s future.
who can read its scroll? And this is all. YETI
on my heart it lies that simple little picture iI
a frame as warm, as real, human and as sweet
as aforementioned mother kisses are.
BELLE HUNT.