Morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven [Conn.]) 1848-1894, 1894-04-28

''In the three respects comprising nearly
the sum total of human happiness-home,
content and friendsI'
At this juncture O servant announced
dinner. Mr.. Garbls protested that be had
no appetite. Grace then ordered the meal
served where they were; and they were
soon seated under the melloWed lights of
tne little court, scarcely more than pick
ing af dainty dinner; each secretly curl
ona concerning the conditions leading to
the others manner and mood
Grscs Garbls was Q young woman of re-
mArkable physical beauty; almost q leader
Of fashion; prominent In . score of ohari-
tabls sntsrprisss; with unlimited means ss
hsr disposal; and, since her mothers death
hvs years before, as the mistress of the
Gsrbls mansion, had been petted and
eourtsd by society 90 few women fnd Il
Pcssible TO be. Impulsive and generous
almost to q dangerous degrees. she stin
Possessed the faculty for quiet observation
had distinguished her mother; while IL was
Observable that abe wss not lacking In her
fathers celebrity of action and bis unbend-
Ing dissemination of character and pur-
pose.
To hsr great advantage, be 10 said, this
stern element of her character never
reached tyranny, while her determination
grew out of consideration largely rather
than from unrsssoning impulse or sudden
whim. her father idolizsd her. perhaps
Q hnge of fear entering this idolatry; not
the fear portentious of real error, but
the lowering dread that her conscien-
tious Judgment might In an unhappy
moment proceed with q will ss unyisld-
Ing 40 his own to the point Of open rup-
turs and destruction of the tender rels-
lions between them.
This foreboding was never SO strong on
Jeremy Garble as this night, when he
had determined on still more sweeping
reform In the various departments Of his
great journal, and when be sat thsre op-
posite his daughter and bsnteripgly drew
from her lips her philosophy Of human
success.
"Well," she continued, blushIng at her
own boldness, my idea of q home 10 q
little home, Q comfortable home, a home
whsre there are many happy faces, and
gered, forlorn, calculating, endlessiy
plotting, hunted, forced march faces"
Rather too many adjectives there,
Gracei We'd have to 'blue-penoiP some
Of them down at the Office
''But they tell Just what / mean, faith
er. A home is where the husband and
father leaves his haunting horrors be-
hind when he enters Its door, and is
glad of the glsdness he finds to welcome
him. Eight rooms, not eighty, are enough
for such q home. 1t should be 9 nest,
not q she'll"
Here abe made q little gesture with her
hand. IL seemed to comprise the great
Gsrble mansion, and her fathers fore
boding sat still more heavily upon his
mind.
"rhen you do not approve of such a
home as have been able to provideI" he
said with some show of feeling.
"Thst sort of thinZ is not altogether
unworthy. 1t is simply unnecessary.
Some one 10 always ground down, crowd
ed out, put aside, harmed, In the process
of palace instead of home building"
THAT is very fine for your firstly
Grace. 1 believe your secondly was re-
gsrdlng 'contenti'
Precisely; content. Not the content
that makes sluggsrds; the content that has
pleased joy in pleased little things-fair
progress, fair profits, eQusble, steady gain
ings. To apply 1t to yourself. now, faith
er. When the circulation of your paper
reached fifty Thousand copies we lived in
that dear little old brick house the Molds
live in now, where the really only happy
hours we all knew were passed. Mother
was alive, although dragged out with snx-
iety over your snxisties, but still hopeful
that the day was near wheh we coulU have
you with us more and more. Then one
hundred thousand was the mark. Then q
great building must be erected. Then
well, mother lie gone; your newspaper cir
culstion Is the largest; your loads are In
creased, not lightened; you have very
grsat wealth and power and prestige.
Isn't that pretty nearly all, fstherl"
"Why, Grace, have youl" replied the
great editor with q genuine burst of feel
ing.