Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1891-08-30
HOME, SWEET HOME!
"Bab" is Once More Among Her
Kindred and Friends.
AND THE DARLING BABIES.
The Game OF Politics During the Heated
Term-Beautiful summer Girls with
Satin Cheeks Like Roses
Blooming In the Spring.
specia, Correspondence to the Gazette.

AT HOME IN New YORK, Aug. -.
is there anything in the world quite as
good as getting homel You have ridden on
steam cars and scoffed at the idea of calling
| the parlor chairs com Portable, you have
sailed on steamboats, down queer, narrow
rivers, where the trees seem 10 make 4
| bower for them TO go under, YOU have rid
! den on coaches up the mountain side, and
| yet the most delightful drive OF all, the
most interesting journey, Is the one made
| from the station to your own home. You
| laugh at the idea that the streets are dirty,
| they don't seem so to you. You smile when
! somebody says that you are being jolted
| over the cobbleStoneS, and You are so glad
that you feel as if you were driving on down
and when you get to the house and the peo-
| pie you care for come 10 meet you, the dog
| that you adore barks loud welcome, and
| the canary birds start tunes that would
make
! ADELISA PATTI HIDE HER HEAD
| in shame because she can't reach such
notes, then you just sit down and cry be-
cause you are so glad you are home. You
| walk around the room, the place where you
know you can be alone If you wish, and you
caress the books, you lay your cheek against
the picture Of somebody you love, and then
| you begin TO think over the summer.
You wonder what everybody else has
been doins--you think OF the numerous
messages You will have TO send out saying
I
! strings that form the web Of life, straighten
| them out and begin over, and you have
new interest in life because OF this. Then
| YOU think of the summer days that you
| have had-the long, golden days-and you
| get up from your fayorite chair, and you
| walk over to where there stands a little
| picture of a tiny baby lying in basket and
/ you look at it and think how that little body
| fought for life, how the bright eyes looked
| on those they loved until they could look no
| longer, and how the little hands reached
| out for help, and no human being could give
! it, and then the angel of death came. and
| the little baby has gone where the days are
| always golden and where no tears are shed.
Aud YOU hnd that you are shedding tears
and that your faithful four-lcgged friend Is
pulling at your skirt, as much Us 70 say,
"How foolish you are 10 cry" And then
you and be 20 over and sit down together,
and you try to think it all out You re-
member how many mothers there are weep
ing for their babies because they are not,
and you remember how like lily looked
this little one VINO was so near TO YOU, and
then you put your hand UP before your
eyes and you say 10 yourself, the rest of
US have grown up have seen the sin and
sorrow of this world, are SCARED from the
battle, and when those who loved Us years
ago meet US in the hereafter they will find
men and wouleu-whiCh means people who
have suffered, people who have siEucd-
but, let US pray. people who have been for
given. But YOU and l, my friend, will find
THE BABIES JUST THE SAME
they left US, sweet, pure and innocent, and
we find them that way; they have never
grown old, they have never looked on sin,
they have never grown weary in work, but
just as they went away. they are waiting Tor
US, and it seems as if d woman, whose little
child had died, ought 20 be as good as she
can, because on the other side of that great
her to come and then the doggie and
get up feeling better. and We look AT the pic
ture again, and We think, yes, both of Us
think, that. certainly, ''of such is the king
dom of heaven"
After awhile some body comes in to see
you, the woman friend you care for
most, and she says: Now, Just give me
your impression Of what you have seem
You stop and think, and then you remem-
Der that you saw little bit of the game of
politics it is funny game. To know any
thing at all about You. you have got to get
on the inside and see the wheels go round.
You know SO little about 1t that you can't
explain that, but you can tell her what you
think the average politician IS like. The
average politician is the one who has not
yet learned to let other people tell him
everything that he already knows, without
betraying his knowledge. The average pol
itician is the one who really believes that
the pCOplC WIZ SICdG ucstI dODuI lLtAI
influence have it. Now, the successful pol
itician must be as hard-hearted as the pro-
verbal rock; he mustn't mind having all his
personal affairs exploited, and he must be
totally imperyious to the hits the newspa-
pers give him; he does not seem to dress
well. but probably in that be plc2SeS some
of his constituents.
THE POLITICIANS MANNERS AT THE TABLE
are Tot always what one would wish, but
when the affairs Of the country are at stake
he can't be troubling himself about his
method Of feeding-for that ne too often
does. The successful politician counts every
body as of worth-he doesn't know who
may govern vote, and he is so imbued
with this idea that it is probable before he
departs from this world of Democrats and !
Republicans, he will see if he can't arrange !
a syndicate of votes to get him inside the |
gates guarded by St. Peter. He is fully |
alive to the value of little things, and he is |
also alive to the worth of money. The poll |
tician who used to treat everybody else is |
now gone out in favor of the one who lets /!
people treat him. He usually plays close |
game of poker, and you do not wonder that !
he is successful in politics when you notice |
the policy of his play; he never comes in !
unless he knows he IS going TO win, and he |
looks at the people who pay TO see hand |
lust for curiosity" with a kindness that |
is too condescending to be sincere. lie has !
fashion of throwing ono ace on the table |
and calling for four cards, because as human |
nature comes out in poker, or rather as po- |
litical nature does, he wants to make you !
believe that his hand is as open as the day. |
Maybe it is, but doubt il. l never saw a !
politician do that, but he didn't get the |
other two aces that he wanted. How it |
happens | know not; but suppose it is his |
pull on the game of chance.
You can't get him to say one word against !
the powers that be; he may loath them. but |
by word Of mouth he IS loyal to them. If you |
happen TO be on the other side of the fight, !
as generally am, you will discover that he |
deals with you in gentle but sympathetic |
way, and while he tries 10 convince you that |
you are an swfully nice woman, he will tell |
you he thinks it is pity that you are not !
surrounded by men who would make YOU |
understand Just what the questions of the |
day really are, and Just how, if you under |
stood them, you would be on his side. He |
finishes up by aduiring your frocl, and |
after that you are more than ordinarily |
strong-minded woman if you don't go over
TO side, at least while you are visiting in his
neighborhood. The politician is interest
ing-but you always wonder after you have |
met him if in the beginning they were not
created men, women and politicians. Not
that he is not human. Oh, dear no. But
vote with him counts more than all the
emotions put together, and in his heart he
wonders how men live who don't touch the
button, and let the voters do the rest.
THE LoyELIEsT SUMNER GIRL.
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