The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-03-29

nowhere at all. and yet is everywhere.
| and nothing IS, but II.
! and turned away EeXed and angry in his
| heart while the little Cricket hid beneath
a faded leaf and wept
II the sky should weep with the grief
| OF man, and laugh when he smiles, 90
| YOU think this would be the same world
| day. II Nature was not so heartiessy
] unfeeling 10 US, do you think that we
| still. there are some people who say that
| Nature is not unfeeling- That even the
tears Of a little child are heard: even
| the tniest sigh and the most careless
| ripple Of innocent laughter are noticed
/ yes, and cherished And they are right;
! but II is not by the sun, nor the sky. nor
/ even by Dame Nature, although she cher
i ishes almost everything, but by one who
| is the foundation and the beginning ana
| the end. And yet. although We may feel
/ that this is so, still the world is cruel;
\ the sun unfeeling. and tired eyes ana
aching hearts seek intuitively, ike the
/ wounded deer. for the restful quiet OF
| darkness and night. For Night Is so ten
der. Her touch so gentle, she is a little
/ thing. too, Is dear Dame Night, but vet 50
| great and sOothiDef n I were an > Ttist I
would paint her like little old woman
slender, graceful, with a wrinkled brow.
| one OF those dear faces with bright eyes
ana tnin lips; Dry lips, whose lie has
| gone In the giving OF life to others. Dear
ups, win great croWsfeet in the corners
her halr would be white-wavy, with a
loose lock or two, and a hint OF gold
over the temple. Such a dear old face:
/ can see IL now; God bless it, and 1 would
paint her coming so softly. with her gem
tie lips parted in a smile, and as she
passes, she lays her delicate little hands on
'Nnes shoulder, and says. Hush, hush"
Tor II is so that she comes, and all who
suffer love her; and all who feel her witch
ING love her; and all who have soul
enough to feel anything about what Is
eaten or drank, or counted in dollars. love
ner, Tor she is dear soul and offers end
And so when the boy and the girl parted
company and went their ways in the Twi-
hght, they found comfort under the
shades OF night, and when they met again
II was with kindly smile and greeting
But the meetings were few, and short
Inc boy was now busy man, and had
i.IIle time for pleasure; He never found
time TO start on his trip to look for the
most beautiful thing in the world; but still
ne watched for II and often and he thought
SRI she only shook her head and cried
mo, no." And he was vexed at his fall
1eres, until finally he ceased his efforts
How silly of me-" he thought, 'the idea
of looking for the most beautiful thing
in the world! IL Nellie will be so foolish /
can, help 1t, but cannot waste my time
tiful things he found and his visits grew
ieWer ana MS letters more rare. STILL
he often thought of her and meant to 20
to give up her foolish notion and
marry him; but he was in no hurry
Il would teach her a lesson,
one. and his friends pleasant. SO time
slipped rapidly away, and took with it
gradually ms remembrance of the girl,
and Of old days and old vows; for he had
new friends now, and there was a new
girl who filled his thoughts and occupied
MS time; one day they were picking
npwers he and this new girl-this dark
haired stranger who made his heart beat
50 Iast ana whose black eyes were so
strange to him. II was Twilight; the sky
was one mass of rosy light; the earth a
bank of shadow. The air was still. the
Duds silent. So close they stood together
IIl8t me girIs warm breath played on his
cheek, and he could sec the dainty muslin
rise and fall above her breast She held
a rosebud in one hand and as ne looked al
~, ne h9rmured, half unconsciously, IT
WONDER II that IS not the most beautiful
thing in the world" As the words framed
themselves upon his lips, he bent over and
Kissed the hand that held the flower. and
then a sudden flood of light swept over his
soul, and he saw at once what he had
never seen before But the figure of his
chAdhOod's playmate, he did not see nor
did he remember his VOW or his oliest
Time flies fast when one is happy. and
When man IS young and in love he Is
happy, If the fair one smile. So the DAYS
passed quickly by to Ron. Always he
meant 70 see Nellie and tell her of his an
pToachlns marriage; but the days were
snort-ne had no time OF his promise he
never thought at all now but to laugh
lightly and can 1t childish play.
But nnally, the day before he was to be
married, ne went once more to the VIII
lage and entered the little ward through
the messy gate. The Cricket was silent
and the girls bright face was no Longer at
the window. As he knocked at the door
1t was opened by a wrinkled daTna
who led him silently to a chamber. where
Vel. ray upon a marrow cot, her lips
rosy as in health, but in her eyes and on
strong seal n u MS
Owe, Oyer her head sported the sunbeams.
DlaXlnC thEOnRh a 10 f,aa. 4,
tonly upon the wall. AS he entered she
turned and welcomed him with a smile
..r An, you have come at last" she cried.
y khew you would cornell And you have
round the most beautiful thing in the
WorldE know you have I can read IL
In your eyes; no one ever looks as Won
look until they find it. oh. thank Goa ;;
she sobbed, as she drew him speeehiess
consclenee-stricken to her breast and
Kissed MIN pasSiOnately. THANK God
that you have found it before / died
began to be afraid you might never brine
It to me- and, ! have loved you so long
so iong-"but her whispered words were
broken by a choking cough, and suddenly
turning white, she sank back and givin .,
him grateful smile, And now You know
what 1t is-the most beautiful thing in
the world" -
The sunbsams still danced over the
floor. The smile still fingered on the giri's
sweet face; but the mans heart was
heavy with an aching pain and the brave
spirit which had waited so patiently Tor
him, had flown. The old dame closed tbe
shutters and led the man from the room
The sun shone on; the sky was clear. and
underneath the vines upon the messy
post the Cricket raised his voice again
and sang cheerfully as of wore. TRera
was grand wedding in the great city
the next day, and many people envied the
lucky groom, for the bride was fair and
wealthy and beloved; but others thought
It strange that his eyes We're red, and his
voice trembled. and he had to brush away
a tear at times from his quivering lashes
AT the same hour there was a simple
funeral in the quiet village, and another
grave was made within the dear old
churchyard beneath the branching elms
And now when one passes by and stops 10
rest within the shade, they may see
mere plain white marble slab, bearing
the words in delicate letters ''The Mosf
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