The morning call., 1893-11-12
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and the conductors "All aboard" is
hailed with shout Of delight from the
children and silent thankfulnesS from
| their elders.
| However, just as we are starting, city
car turns the bend and we wait for the
passengers. The conductor rings the bell
lmpatlently and they all hurry forward.
! all except one woman, who takes her
toime," as she says.
| am just preparing myself TO enjoy the
ride, when become aware that our friend
is standing and has entered into an alter
cation with the children sitting outside in
regard to seat.
Shame on you. to be letting an old
lady stand" she says.
There are plenty of seats inside" the
child answers.
| L am just debating whether to sacrifice
my seat or my politeness when the gentle
man beside me swings himself onto the
platform and offers her his seat, which she
accepts with aacrity. The conductor helps
| her over, and as soon as she is safely
seated give myself up to the enjoyment
of watching the places we pass. all Of
which are new TO me. Tiny cottages,
where you can imagine some one has a
| position housekeeping for two; houses
implanted. wherein dwell thrifty people
who are tired of paying rent. Here and
there, but not often, you see acommodious
dwellingplace which shows that the in
mates live ''out of the world" from prefer
ence only. Here shabby little place COW
cred with roses. OFF the road is a place
and if there is house it cannot be seen so
dense is tie shade of the eucalyptus trees.
They have a gloomy appearance, but |
rather like il.
A dreamy peace seems to brood over
everything. One can scarcely imagine
that sorrow or suffering can enter this
peaceful little hamlet The beautiful blue
] IN cSDa r6 hnt
trouble and care. Far off l catch glimpse
of the bay, dotted here and there with tiny
white sailbOats. oh. the beauty of it ALL
Oh, the fields of golden buttercups and
blue lupin! Oh, the beautiful hills and
beautiful valleysl | never quite believed
it before on account of snakes. but surely.
surely, GOD made the country and man
made the town."
hear some one crying softly and talk
ing. think for moment it is child,
but, turning, met the fearful eyes of the
woman next to me who wanted the outside
seat.
''Oh, but wouldn't he like to be picking
them flowers my little Jimmy with eyes
like the violets blooming over him. He
was always wanting to come. but time and
money was scarce, and now it's to his grave
l do be coming-mv darlint little Jimmy
my own little son."
She rocks herself to and fro and keeps
crying softly. / notice now that she is in
deep mourning and that the hand in the
| shabby old cotton glove holds bunch OF
| flowers; not all white ones, not a
| ''bOug hten" bouquet, but such as grow in
the most crowded. dusty streets; mar
queries that seemed to have seen neither
rain u or sun, only shade and dust as some
lives seem all sorrow. Sturdy geraniums
| were there, too, some struggling rOsebuds,
| honeySuckles, rose geraniums, and few
vlolets "like Jimmy's eyes"
| mepr her again and | SUDD0SR she
sees o idle curiosity thare, only sympathy
and interest, for she tells NE her little
human story of love and suffering by
which we are all bound together. rich and
| poor, high and low, saint and sinner.
shall not try to reproduce her musical
brogue, but will tell her story IN my own
way. 1t began with a marriage way off
in the ould country" which, / fancy, was
rather against the wishes of her mother,
since dead. God rest her SOUL" she adds,
reverent ly. Then there was the trip to
"Americay." and subsequent settling here.
After that came the little ones, who never
stayed long enough to call her mother"
and Der life was one long sorrow "till
Jimmy came" don't think the husband
and father was much of a comfort, al
though she does not say so. Instead she
tries to screen 'her man. and assures me
that he never spoke cross word to her
unless he had had a 'dhrop too much" L
imagine that was very often, for when
Jimmy was tiny, tiny baby she went out
washing and took him along. How the
ladies all admired him. They made
great pet of him as he grew older and
made him presents of all manner of beau
tiful clothes and toys. One lady painted
his picture and another Ia childless widow
wanted to adopt him. No artist could
have painted a clearer picture than this
heart-broken mother. and while she talked
it seemed to me that could see the baby
rosy and blue-eyed. with tiny curls OF gold.
Five years and more was this blessing
hers. and then she became vaguely aware
that Jimmy wasn't strong"
However. she was not frightened; he
would be stronger as he grew older. God
would never take her only child. Plenty
surely her darling was safe Day by day
he failed little; first he didn't want to
play, then he was tired just little, and
lay on the sofa, and then to the bed. The
doctor came and shook his head no. there
was nothing 10 be done. He was not TO-
bust child and would never have lived to
manhood, but life in the country. with
luxurieS that only the rich can afford,
might have prolonged his life.
That, and he not having seen the wild
flowers, seemed the bitteTest things she
had to remember. Daily she watched the
little life, and then one day 1.-THE angels
took her baby" She is crying as she fin
ishes the story, and my own eyes are wet.
Holy Cross Cemetery" says the cou-
ductor. in rather husky voice. We part
with pressure of the hand only-she to
| her tiny grave, mourning. as one who
will not be comforted"; l back to the city
| again,