The Lake Charles echo. [volume] (Lake Charles, Parish of Calcasieu, La.) 1876-1898, 1892-11-18
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Il O. Sunday PlcavuEe Nov. Nh
It1uas Only che late afternoon Of yes /
ssrday I was feeling quite miserabiy-
the world had gone wr0ng-there was /
: little ache IN my heart that won d not |
Be hnshed, doodle il as / w0uld- and 10 |
half disgust ] arose from my easy chair.
donned my hat and gloves and started
ont for stroll down one of the mos
unfreqasnted streets of our haiisstEag
Cling village beg pardon, aspiring cat
Ito bel.
The last October day was drawing t' !
its setting; the sun, in sea Of tender /
azure, was sinking, like god, to IN |
troubled slumbeTs.
The atmosphere was cool. crisp, de- |
iightfnl with that touch Of old Bdreas
breath that brings balm aud exbliaFa-
ton with every breathing.
The leaves Of the trees were a-browB-
ing and a-crimsoning under the mel
lowing touch Of Autumn's sosPier; only
the orange groves we're RufadiHg IN
their emerald green. and their fruit Ms
bat beginning to tnrn that fRilsmaBIc
color of gold that lends sn6h enchanting
beauty to these evergreen bowers, love
ly as those
"where sweEt the cisTUn blows
! in softer. fairer chimes.
The blades Of the once green grasses
were browning too, and, in their swasb
and ripple, seemed R-singIng for sum
/ mer's fuliRess-gOne. gEEulshed
/ The COWS were coming home, dsltylng
/ In their returning and browsing of the
/ Debated grasses that held such wealth OF
RuecuIence still in their tender, living
green.
And o some fairy field flowers we're
EpriDEing up by tine 7wHysiae--dalnty, ,
lskar4eyed daisies and Bune tiny forget
mssnot-loakiBg beauties whose names
and Qualities / think only the Angels
have cbroniCie6. for earthly botanIBts
have mot profaned them with earthly
nomenclature that / know Of, and IN
my school days I Rugged old LdnnBus
closely Though I'm not suFe whether
10 spell his name with one or twO ms p.
These flowers gathered in quite
little giOria group. They are smiling
ct me stiIl, and blinking their beautiful
eyes from the FeCesses Of a royal NoT-
Icsater vase.
/ A few late roses we're lingering IN
some sober barByRrds, and the great
pink rose OF Sharon $50 called here
nodded ct me across picket fences and
challenged me 20 q lively admiration OF
its pink and white beauty.
Just beyond the Hnhnrbs I met two
mniss--the real, genuine animals
gray one and Il sOrFel. They were IN
! possession Of the Sidewalk. or that bit
of street sids-tFached for khRt purpose
At first We we're IN a dilemma-wheaber
! ~ retreat or make the mules get Of the
sidewalk; bBt we did not Garii long
The mules advanced steadily. and -
pBhaw what was the Use 30 try and
mollify those mules They we're stRpid
creatures anyhow, and We fed TO the
other side Of the street
I think II muies ever laughed, those
must nave laughed a. my oc0BhFdiee
but they did not .sseen 20. only walked
on With uBoOmPE0uising Jasmine dig
nlty.
Quite beyond the town tbe great
praIEies spread ont, widening aud
yeiIosing under their burden Of grasses
and late moWn rice fsjds.
0 what a mantle Of beauty vas over
all the earth
What a surprisingly Ioveiy frame
work for human eyes 70 gaze up0B--lUF
poor mortality to drink iH--wsfb IL
wanderiu yisioB-Gud given too! the
sun. quite lost below the horizon bFim
but its tender Riter-giow spreading oUt
IN tones sweet and subtitle still; CD one
hand tine lake, caught IN cunning
igiymPssB through the crUWdiDg trees
with the shining light Cd its bison
: land on the ttber hand the broad, limit
s less pTalTles deepening and dHrEeninj
new 10 the Mexican guii
1 AL my heart vent ont IN gtOriOu
/ Psan- God vas 81 good Earth Wa
SO beautiful Aud !, uu worldly chth
' of mortality that I MAS, duwer-d. AN
: that With all thIs beauty and blessed
! ness, this tender benefcence ola iovInr
! Father.
I The uloud Of my discomfort slippe
. from me. The shadow, the Worry. til
little enrth-pRin had all Eanirhed and
-. turned homeEsrd hymDing an my bear
some hHif-wOrded measure of the poet
that one that saBg about
''DTeamful eyes
Under the walls Of paradise"
aud the Eery memory OF this OBtObe
ever will live, AZ uUdying perfame Al
+ my life. and brig hten again and aga
under FeeOlieetion's magical touch.
=. And so We thank il one Is R-8Rary {
!. the world its burden of pain or Of Pai
; sion its love or its leisure get mp an
! seek solaee in eOmmaning with natRE,
@ walk into her ways, read her open boo
l. and listen TO the unmeAsuFed music (
It the spheres that sounds aud surg.
n oeRBalesBiy, so wilt thou forget tbyssi
MARTE JosEPHINE MuIIAAas.