The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1899-06-03

one, far older and wiser than the little
maid, who listened to the question,
answered not, as she remembered the
multitude who had gone down into the
silence, longing, yearning for a reply
to the same query concerning what
that Day shall he to all of us when
"eve shall be changed in a moment in
the twinkling of an eye"
"'They have so much and we so little"
said another, as she looked with envl-
Gus eyes at the beautiful wreaths Of
hot house roses which group of hand
somely dressed children bore past in
a carriage. But slowly round the
curve came another carriage, long and
narrow and white within and without,
and the quiet little occupant bore
flowers, too, on her childish breast and
in her still hands, but the black robed
woman, sitting with bowed head In the
slowmoving vehicle that followed in
the cortege. looked through eyes dun
with weeping and seeing the awed,
wondering children by the wayside, in
voluntarily and with swift, envious
motion stretched forth her empty arms
toward the happy-hearted little group
with their poor. humble offering for the
other charity waits who, in the forest
shadows, slept a sleep as deep and
| sweet as the slumbers of the rich child
| in her costly casket.
She is a clever little Scranton girl,
and is in great demand for her many
| social attainments and graceful accom-
| plishments. which entertain her friends
| on various occasions. Among these is
| a facility for recitation, not eloCutiOn
| simply the recitation of a bright little
| sketch or a poem, which Is done in the
| midst Of porch party, or at picnic
| or In the parlor of an evening. She
| nearly always remains seated, but Just
| talks" off the selection. which is
usually culled from newspapers OF
magazines, for she is an industrious
| reader.
when do you ever get time to learn
all these things?" asked a guest the
other evening Of the versatile young
woman. "Oh, I take clipping along
as | go to walk and occasionally refel
to it, or when I am on a street car. ol
| waiting for some of my friends to dress
and come down when I'm calling" she
| answered. with sly smile directed
|
itors, or, as to that matter for any
| thing.
"A fine memory? No." she replied
II naturally have Il wretched memory
but it can be cultivated just like any
thing else. 1t always veXes me to hea
people say they never can remember
anything. 1t is Just as possible Ia learl
to remember as it is to learn to sew
or to play the piano. Or--or golf CWell
| don't mean golf for some folks, yol
know, never can learn that in this life
and | don't imagine they have links il
the next wOrd), but anybody can learl
to remember if persistent in the habit
1t is a habt, just like most things W
do" Then she recited funny little eX
tract from Mr.. DoOley's opinion on tn
subject OF Aguinaldo. and she did
with a right. rich hrogue. and at tn
earnest request Of the assembled com
pany she followed it up with a tender
pathetic stan2a on two culled from tn
newspapers about a baby boy and tn
Angel of Death. which. after all, unde
his veil was the Angel of Mercy. Moth
ing she said In her quiet, conversations
way was long. Sometimes it was o
politics. sometimes on love. sometime
a gentle sarcasm ON most things tina
affect us i'm life but it was fresh an
. unknown to the elOcutiOuist's roper
toire, and how much pleasure she give
with her own unique talent!
. SauCV BpSS