San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1893-10-26
THE HOME CORNER.
BY JULIA TRUITT BISHOP.

are SEEN dlllOllS Ullo pOOl' lhClC. 10 |
something in the depriVatiOns and |
sutrerings of poverty that makes |
even the ordinary gentleness of
everyday life more gentle than it
would seem in more prOpitiOus |
circumstances. The other day / |
saw a young farmer in store,
carrying everything before him in
his pleasure at the surprise he was
giving his mother. She had gone
in with him, lured thither by the
pretense that he wanted her to help |
him select something for himself;
and when she was there, |
behold, he had bought her dress,
not very expensive one, but bet
than anything she had worn in
many a day. How her thin, worn
face grew radiant, and what look
she turned upon him. ppm afraid
you can't afford it, JOe," was all
she said; and it would have done
your heart good to hear that young
farmer say, in his ringing genial
voice, "Pshaw. mother, don't you
worry about that! Tve had this
thing fixed up for months, that
just as soon as / sold my first bale
| was going to have you rugged
out in style. guess you'll look
about as fine as any of 'em when
you get this on. Say, mother,
when you get fixed up this way I'll
sit on the fence and see you go by"
And while she was smiling at him,
with her heart in her face, some
thing bright rolled down her cheek
and dropped among the folds of the
new dress, where it sparkled like a
diamond, And though the young
farmer had on the plainest of
clothes and the toughest of big
boots, though he had probably
never heard of Ward Macallister,
and knew nothing Of the ordinary
usages of good society, yet there
was hOmely beauty in his words
and looks that princes might have
envied.
A young girl was in a peculiarly
trying position, away from home,
working hard, and with none of
the pleasures and amusements
which are so dear to the heart of
every girl. Some OF her compan-
ions had made up a party to go to
the theater, and they implOred her
to go with them-just one even
ing's pleasure, out of so many
Evenings that were dull and cheer
less. But she would not go, and
she watched them set out, and
then went to her lonely room, and
perhaps shed a few tears, for
she was young, and the tenn
tation had been great. But
when, afterwards, they wanted an
explanation, she said, "Girls, did
want to go, can't deny that; but
Pm not situated like the rest of
you are. There's mother at home,
working her life almost out; ana
I'd have felt like criminal If |
had spent my money in having
pleasure instead of helping her.
We're trying to help Lille and
Bert at school you know, and
there's Frank wants to go to bust
ness college, and must go too, and
just fancy me spending a dollar
for a ticket to the play, and ever
so much more for new gloves and
shoes, for my old ones wouldn't
have done at all. No, | couldn't
have done that" And then this
slender young girl with the heart
of heroine went on about her
daily work with faithfulness
and patience as sweet and pathetic
as ever shone in any grand and
lofty martyrdOn.
How easy it is for the wealthy to
give their children advantages !!
When money is not to be taken in
to consideration, how charming it
must be to employ the best teach
ers, or to send the children to the
finest educational institutions, pro-
viding them with abundant spend
ing money, and with an outfit of
olotbipcr thot will make them the