St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1894-03-01

ful, whether 1t IS the eldest girl, per
hsps fourteen years old, with heavy
light hair falling loosely over her
shoulders, fur cap pressed coquet-
tishly down on her forehead, and
little pug nose, and laughing, life
challenging lips; or the boy opposite,
about twelve, and also with light
hair, an innocent, brave boys face /;
or the younger sister, with face as
pious as that of one Of the angels Of
Fiesole lowering, singing, around
the Madonna; or the blond pigmy,
pushed quite into the corner, who is
trying to make his pious sister OPP
posite laugh by the coming and 60
ing of funny, lightning grimaces.
Not a moment do the four sit still.
They do not trouble themselves in
the least over the rest of the weary
company. They are sufficient to
themselves, the four. What have
they not to tell each other! Some
thing incredulouslv funny it must be,
for they litter, sometimes singly and
sometimes all together. They must
certainly be coming from some very
beautiful place, perhaps from an
evening chocolate supper or from
the monkey theater; and now they
are going home, and already
rejoice in the prospect OF SprInglng
on mammals neck and sharing with
her all that was funny and 1mpor-
tant. They are from good family
One does not mark that merely in
the fashionable cut of their simple
clothing, but one sees it also in the fact
that in the midst of their frolicsome
cbeerfulnesss they remember the
bounds of propriety. Their eyes aud
smiles inform the weary company
along both sides of the car how
wonderfully they are enjoying them
selves. How they laugh and make
mysteries! Ho! there, you ex-
travagantly old people! look once
at us. We are youth, we are beauty,
we are bright laughter, we are spring,
we are sunshine! And how the sun
shine goes out from them over the
people who were just now sitting in
the fogI It is only thin streak OF
sunshine which plays, for example,
over the lips of the clerk but yet it is
sunshine. And the fat market
woman leaves the handle of her
market basket in peace and smiles
with motherly joy. She has some
such at home, certainly not less
beautiful
Even the stock brokers look snirk-
ingly upon the lovely children, entire
ly occupied with themselves For
the first time today they think of
something else besides giving and
taking.
And the sleepy reckoner in the
the corner is suddenly wide awake.
His fingers no longer reckon with
each other, but from inner pleasure
play with the opposite fngertips.
His face loses, more and more, the
expression of a reck Oning board, and
a stray sunbeam reaching into his
corner makes him look also like a
man.
The conductor has opened the
door, and called to the married pair
in mourning: Observation-Disclosures! !
1t is time tor you to get out"
But as the man starts up, his wife /
draws him gently down by the arm,
and says to the conductor, in a low, /
half-ashamed voice: please, we are
going on further, give us new
and then bending toward !
her husband, she whispers with a
kind Of painful happiness which he
has already himself felt: ''Ach |
Papa, must see the sweet children
a little longer"
She is the only one in the car who
has not smiled in the sunshine in |
those child eyes. 1t shone too daz-
zlingly for her, and now tear after |
tear runs silently down over her
cheeks DR.. Eduard Engel !
of Berlin in The Independent.