The Austin weekly statesman. (Austin, Tex.) 1883-1898, 1892-08-04
THE HOME CORNER.

self-sufficient people, who knew
that there was but one right
way in the world, and that
was their way. If there were
any merit in the young man, they
never saw it. They said he Was
pretty much of q crank" and char
actelized him as "well-meanin' enough
/ but no head for business" But it
came about one day that wave OF
circumstances tore this young man up
from the location where the people
had looked on him with such easy
tolerance, and carried him away to
city, where the pulse beats were
strange, and men had greater breadth
of vision. And behold, in these new
surroundings he stood up and felt the
manhood in him. People exclaimed
with delight, "This man has genius"
and they gave him honor ana reward.
And back in his old home
they read OF his promotions,
and said: "Well amt it queer how
some folks git ahead? I've knowed
that boy ever since he got his
fust pair o. boots, an he
amt hardly got sense enough
to come in out O. the rain"
And still in his distant home he rose
from honor to honor, and men were
proud to know him, and the magic OF
his eloquence rung round the world,
while the people who had known him
once wondered what there was in him
to admire. For Anderson's fable of
the Ugly Duckling was too near the
deep, pathetic truth to be much of a
fable; and still, as when Jove trod
Mount Ida's heights, "Many meet the
gods, but few salute them.n
Nv
Somebody was complimenting a
woman on her good business sense,
when an Austin physician remarked,
ooh no, she hasn't any good business
sense. Look at her how she goes
rushing along the street as though
her life depended on her getting some
where in the fewest possible minutes,
When she gets there she is painting
and gaspIng for breath, her face is
flushed crimson, her heart beating
like trip hammer, and she sinks into
chair, utterly unable to work for
some time, and says how hot, how
very hot the weather is. No, no, she
hasn't any good business sense. 1t is
as foolish for a business woman to
waste her strength as it would be to
throw away her money. L know
one business woman, though that
managed things about right.
She goes in a quiet, deliberate walk,
and never wears herself out or ex-
hausts herself by unnecessary speed.
The other day, when some one was
complaining of the intolerable heat,
she said: "Do you think it so warm?
L hadn't noticed it," And she had
Just come in from walk of ten blocks,
and it was o'clock in the afternoon.
That's the woman that will win! She
has common sense, and knows how to
save all her strength for her work in
stead of wasting it on sprinting.
The Home Corner found philoso-
pher the other day. He sat at the
door of little tumble-down cottage,
smoking a cob pipe and looking Sc.
reneIy out at passers by. All around
him were old fashioned vines and
flowers, honeysuckle covered the tiny
porch, and hollyhoeks and zinnias
stood up in rows, like soldiers, along
the borders of the beds. When
some one stopped and said how
bright the flowers looked, he took
his pipe out of his mouth and replied
with pleased air, Eyes, them flow
ers is fine! Them hollyhawks beats
roses mighty bad, and in the spring
the laylocks is jest plum beautiful!'
His tone was so full Of content that
the speaker could not resist the temp
tation to say something more. Don't
you find it very hot down in this val
ley?" was the question. The old
mans look of surprise was something
worth seeing.
81 reckin some folks might call it
So" he said. Different people gin
orally thinks different ways. 'Cordiu'
to my notions they amt no purifier To-
cation in town than this here place o.
mine. It's down in the valley, as you
say, but the hills keeps the sun off of
it, am the sun don't have nigh sech q
chance as it does at them fine places
up on the hills. An amt this a
purity view from this here door? Ell
you STAN on tiptoe you can see the
top o. one o. them blue hills
tother side o. the river. Oh, Tve
been about town considerable, an this
here place suits me better'n any I've
saw yet"
The Home Corner would have will
lingly seen some trifling evidence of
discomfort, merely because it is not
we'll for any man to be too we'll salts
fed with his lot, but it was not to be
found. He admitted, indeed, that he
had once been possessed with a desire
to visit San Antonio. ~ wanted to
see the Alamo mighty bad" he said.
"But la, the more you have the
more you want. Like as not if I'd
ever IA got to 20 I'd "a been pun
crazy afterwards to see Houston or
some other o. them fur-of places.
'Taint good for people to be runnin'
aroun' so much. Pm right glad |
didn't git to 60, now"
And so the Home Corner left the old
philosopher smoking in the door of
his cabin, and came up into busieI
streets, where the strife and discon-
tent and heartache never cease.
JULIA TRUITT BISHOP.
That hacking cough can be SC
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