Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1892-08-18

Mn &, which ! dwell
Wv&m Men and wom-
en-, boys and girls, go and come day
after day. Dozens of them carry din
ner pals and lunch boxes. In the
morning they so by with bright faces and
sprightly steps, many OF them wearing
fresh flower on their breast. In the
evening they return, not few of them
weary and worn, and | wonder who,
beside the Great Piticr o, us all, waits
for their coming with welcome of
love. All day long they have been busy
Mt office, store, Ia tory and mill, and
the thousand and one places where
duty has called them Work, work,
work, hour after hour, day in and
day out And while hands are
delving, minds are busy with the
thoughts of fading yesterdays, earnest
to-days and brighter to-morrows. How
many of them will ever realize the hope
that is sustaining muscle and mind?
How many of them are performing a
labor of love for those who are worthy
of the offering and the sacrifice? Day
after day the lunch boxes 90 and come
while the hands that are carrying them
are building city, copying the books
and documents, and are mingling all
the checkered thoughts and deeds from
which the mighty weaver, Time, is
making the worlds history. What in
significant, and yet what all-important,
parts these humble toilers play! Down
in dingy Easements, up in towering
Office buildings, everywhere amid the
busy marts of trade they perform the
work that fate or fortune has brought
10 them. AS watch them go and come
try to imagine what hopes inspire
their hearts, what love sustains their
hands. wonder if the aged laborer,
homeward bound, still loves the old
wife as he did long years ago when
they together dreamed sweet dreams.
lie was to he n prince of men and she
his loving princess. am sure the gor-
geous palace in which they were to
dwell has faded away, and in its place
is an humble cottage or rented fiat.
And the coach and four has never, new
er stood before their door. Neither has
any other conveyance designed for
pleasure. Only the wagons belonging
to the grocer, the baker and the milk
man have ever stopped there. Or itmay
be yet one other vehicle-the symbol OF
death-the hearse.
But if tonight they can greet each
other at the door and call back the old
love light to fading eyes-if he can
hold her worn palm in his, or press
against his cheek the one whose touch
once brought such exquisite pleasure
if the fire in the heart still burns, fate
has been kind to them, and their paths
have not yet led them out of Paradise.
Sometimes there passes my window
face that awakens in my mind more
than usual interest and | watch its
goings and comings with a deeper
thought than that born of curiosity
] remember very distinctly the first
time / saw Blossom" pass my win
dow. She wore pink dress and hat
trimmed with ribbons of the same
color; she looked like fresh spring
flower. Her real name | have never
known; to me she will always be "Blos.
som" Her face was as bright and pref
ty as dcw.washed clover mead on a
June morning, and her neatlyftting
dress and very becoming hat added to
the winsome ness of her appearance.
The street in which dwell is by nc
means the most aristocratic in the city.
1t is what some would call a plebcian
neighborhood There are saloons on
the business corners and all about is an
air Of arrested growth that for some
shadowy reason seems to be sadly sat
isfied with the present state of things
All the people who go by my window
do not possess bright, happy and intel
ligent faces. l always watched fol
Blossoms" coming Her presence was
refreshing and reminded me of q sweet
rose growing among the palmer grasses
Her step was elastic, her manner
sprightly. fancied she had recently
come from home in the country
where the odor of apple blooms and the
songs of birds filed the air. One morn
ing l saw her going toward the sub
urban station, carrying lunch-box
then knew she was member of the
great company of toilers. Thereafter
She went and came regularly. BY and
by sturdy young mechanic, whom
had often seen pass my window alone
walked beside Blossom" one evening
on her way home. He had frank
manly face, but his working clothes
were soiled and worn and his hands
were rough. After that l saw then
pass by together quite often. lie seemed
to be very happy in her society, bu'
blossom, with her pretty pink dresse:
and pink ribbons, often looked fai
away as though she were trying to dis
cover some one whose appearance wa:
more in harmony with her IDEAL
Near the walk at the side of the
saloon that stood at the corner was {
large maple tree. Men used to bring
chairs from the saloon and sit in the
shade of the tree during the long June
afternoons and smoke, and chat, anc
laugh boisterously. Some of the mel
who used to meet there became familiar
figures to my eye. Among the number
was young man VINO uicssco spioh
didly, though somewhat fiashily. From
my window across the street, could
see the sparkle Of his diamonds SCI
in his rings and pins He wore heavy
gold chain and an elaborate charm, anc
carried massive gold-headed cane ant
umbrella. should have guessed thai
DO hsa plenty Of money ep' ! weulf