San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1890-03-13

seedlings in the early summer; it is not
only ministering to their physical wants;
nurse has higher work than that For
give me if am wearying you" breaking
off from my subject with manifest effort;
lone must not ride hobby to death, and
this is my hobby"
You are a strange girl" she said slow
ly, looking at me with large, puzzled
eyes. Il did not know before that girls
could be so dreadfully in earnest. but |
like to listen to you. am afraid my life
will shock you, Miss FentOn; not that do
any HARMON, no harm at all-only am
always amusing myself. Life is such
delicious thing, you see, and we cannot be
young forever
Surely it is not wrong to amuSe your
self"
Not wrong, perhaps" with little
laugh; but | lead butterfly existence,
and yet am always busy, too. How is
one to find time for reading and imprOv
ing ones self or working for the poor,
when there are all my pets to feed, and
the fower-vases to fill, and the bees and
the garden And in the afternoon | ride
with father; and there is tennis, or arch
cry, or boating: and in the evening if |
did not sing to him-well, he would be 50
dull, for Adelaide always reads to her.
self, and if | do not sing talk to him, or
play at chess; and then there is no time
for anything; and SO the days 90 on.
Miss Gay, do not consider you arr
leading a perfectly useless life" observ-
ell, when She had finished.
Not useless; but look at Violct's life
beside mine"
In my opinion your sister works too
much; she is using up health and energy
most reCklessly. Perhaps you might do
more with your time, but it cannot be Il
useless life if you are your fathers com
paniuu. BY your own account you ride
with him, sing to him, and talk to him.
This may BE your work as much as being
nurse IS mine.'
"You are very mercful in your judg-
meut, she said, with crisp laugh, as
she rose from the wiudOw-Seat What II
strange conversation we have had! What
would Adelaide have thought of it? She
is always SCOldinC me for being irrespOnS-
IDLE and wasting time, and even father
calls me his 'humming-bird.' You have
CUmfOrted me little, though must con-
fesS my conscience Endorses their opinion.
Good nj ght, Miss FentOn Violet calls
you Merle, does she not2 and it is such
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question: Only in creation one sees beau
tifuI butterflies and hummiug-birds as
we'll q, WORKING bees. All are not called
upon to labor \ happy few live in the
sunshine, like gauAE-Winged insects in
the ambient air. Surely to cultivate
Chrertu.McSs: To be happy with innocent
happiness; to love and minister 10 those
we Love, may be work OF any grade. We
must be careful not To point out Our own
narrow groove as the general root-wav.
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us to do, and all Is not of the same pat
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81 the curious prints in their black frames.