San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-02-09

Ieft. Bot when the saints are gathered
in they will begin to see the artistic
features of their land.
"Those Wind River mountains-fine
name, by the way-that I saw from the
South pass-they seem to me quite an
ideal Sierra. Their blue edges and
cleaning snow peaks were great society
for us as we came by. We are very fond
of scenery, sir, my daughter and l, and
this breadth of effect is very impressive
after England. England, you know, sir,
is tame-a snug little place, but quite a
prison for people of scope. Lancashire,
my old home, is very pretty, but not
grand; quite the contrary. have grown
really quite tired of green grass and
well kept lawns and the shaved, beard.
less, effeminate look of my native coun-
try. This rough nature is masculine. 1t
reminds me of the youth of the world. /
like to be in the presence of strong
forces. l am not afraid of the Orson
feeling.
besides, in Lancashire, particularly,
we never see the sun: we see smoke; We
breathe smoke; smoke spoils the fragrance
and darkens the hue of all our life. 1
hate chimneys, sir; have seen great for.
tunes go up them. might perhaps tell
you something of my own experience in
looking up certain tall chimney not
hundred miles from Clitheroe, and seeing
ancestral acres fly up it, and ancestral
pictures and splendid old mansion all
going off in smoke. But you are stran.
ger and do not care about hearing my
old gossip. Besides, what is the loss OF
houses and lands if one finds the pearl
of great price, and wins the prophets
crown and the saints throne?"
And here the gray haired, pale, dreamy
old gentleman paused, and half quench.
ed fire glimmered in hiseye. His childish,
fanatical ambition stirred him, and he
smiled with look of triumph.
Twas silent in speechless pity.
His daughter turned and smiled with
almost fearful tenderness upon her father.
81 have not heard you so animated for
long time, dear father" she said. "Mr.
Wade seems quite to inspire YOU"
"Yes, my dear: he has been talking on
many very interesting topics"
had really done nothing but to bow
and utter those civil monosyllables which
are the "Hear! hearr' of conversation.
If had been silent, Brent had not.
While the garrulous old gentleman was
prattling on at full speed, had heard
all the time my friends low, melodious
voice as he talked to the lady. He was
trained artist in the fine art of sym-
patty. His own early SORROWS had
made him infinitely tender with all that
suffer. To their hearts he came as one
that had right to enter, as one that
knew their malady, and was commanded
to lay gentle touch of soothing there.
1t IL q great power to have known the
worst and bitterest that can befall the
human life, and yet not be hardened.
No sufferer can resist the fine magnet
ism of wise and unintrusive pity. it
is as mild and healing as music by night
to fevered sleeplessness.
The lsdy's protective armor of stern
ness was presently thrown aside. She
perceived that she need not wear it
against man who was brother to every
desolate soul-sisterly indeed, so delicate
was his comprehension of the wants of a
woman's nature. In fact, both father
and daughter, as soon as they discovered
that we were ready to be their friends,
met us frankly. 1t was easy to see, poor
souls! that it was long since they had
found any one fit company for them,
any one whose presence could excite the
care beguiling exhilaration Of worthy
society. They savored the aroma OF
good breeding with appetite.
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