Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1891-09-03
"BAB" SINGS OF HOME
And Talks of Beautiful Summer
Girls With Satin Checks.

Game of Politics During tho Heated Term
--Babies In the Eternal Summer Lnnh--
What Lessons Has the Season Taught
| You?
Special Correspondence Of Gazette ana journal
New YORK, Aug. 2S.-Is there any
| thing in the world quite as good as getting
homer You have ridden on steam cars
and scoifed at the idea of calling the
chairs comfortable, you have sailed
on steamboats, down queer narrow rivers,
where the trees seem to make q bower
for them to 20 under, you have ridden
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 iolted over the cobble-
stones, and you are 90 glad that you feel
asif yon were driving on down, and when
you get to the house and the people you
care for come To meet you, tile dog that
you adore barks loud welcome, and
the canary birds start tunes that would
make
ADELINA PATTI HIDE HER HEAD
in shame because she can't reach such
notes, then you just sit down and cry
because you are so glad you are home
You walk around the room, the place
where you know you can lie 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.
NDu wOnUpr what nvnruhn1u also In,
been doing-you think Of the numerous
messages you will have to send ont say
ing you are back, and how you will take
up the 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
1avorite chair, and You walk over to
where there stands little picture Of
tiny baby lying in basket and you
LOOK at II and you 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 II, 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.
And you find that you are shedding
tears, and that your faithful four-legged
friend is pulling at your skirt, as much
as to say, "How foolish you are to cry"
And then you and he 60 over and sit
down together, and you try to think it
all out. You remember how many
mothers there are weeping for their
babies because they are not, and YOU re-
member how like u lily looked this little
one who was so near to you, and then
you put your hand up before your eyes
and you say to 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 women-which means
people who have suffered, people who
have sinned-but, let us pray, people
who have been forgiven. But you and
l, my friend. will find
THE RABIES 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
"S"iy "a WIN but just US tuGy went
away, they are waiting for us, and it
seems as if woman, whose little child
had died, ought to be as good as she
can, because, on the other side of that
river, there Is an innocent heart waiting
for her to come" And then the doggie
and get up feeling better, and we look
at the picture again, and we think, yes,
both of us think, that certainly "of such
is the kingdom of heaven"
After awhile, somebody comes in to
see you, the woman friend you care for
most, and she says; Snow, Just give me
your impression of what you have seen."
You stop and think, and then YOU re-
member that you saw little bit of the
game OF politics; it is a funny game. To
know anything at all about you, YOU
have got to get on the inside and see the
wheels go round. You know so little
about it 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 vet
learned to let other people tell him
everything that he already knows, with
out betraying lis knowledge. The aver
age politician is the one who really be.
lieves that the people who talk great
deal about their influence have it. Now,
the successful politician must be MS
hard hearted as the proverbial rock; he
mustn't mind having all his personal
affairs exploited, and he must be totally |
impervions to the hits the newspapers
give him; he does not seem to dress we'll, |
but, probably in that, he pleases some of |
his constituents.
THE POLITICIANS MANNERS AT THE
TABLE
are not always what one would wish,
but when the affairs Of the country are |
at stake, he cant be troubling himself |
about his method of feeding-for that |
he too often does. Tie successful poll
tician counts everybody rs of worth-he
doesn't know who may govern II vote,
and he is so imbued with this idea that |
it is probable before he departs from
this world of Democrats and Republi-
cans, he will see if he can't arrange a
syndicate of votes to get him inside of
the gates guarded by st. Peter. lie is
fully alive 10 the value of little things,
and he is also alive to the worth of
money. The politician who used to
treat everybody else, is now gone out,
in favor of the one who lets people treat
him. lie usually plays close game of
poker, and you do not wonder that he
is successful in politics, when you no.
tice 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 'just for curiosity" with
Il kindness that is too condcscendng to
be sincere. He has fashion of throw
ing one ace Oh the table and calling for
four cards, because as human nature
comes out in poker, or rather as political
nature does, he wants TO make you be-
lieve that his hand is as open us the day.
Maybe il is, but doubt it. never saw