The Waxahachie daily light. [volume] (Waxahachie, Tex.) 1894-current, 1904-03-02

I've noticed the thoughts of
an Old man will invariably turn to
gardening, those of an old woman to
making soap, while the children, the
negroes and the rest of us are com
pletely absorbed in the desire to go
fishing in the streams, barefooted in
the grass, padding in the creek, re-
| clining on messy banks and drawing
in deep, fragrant breaths of balmy
air fresh from the beds of wild flow
ers in the woods. Such warm
sweet, golden day came to us last
week. 1t was the belle of the month,
the fairest of the twenty-nine, and
altogether lovely. The dreamy
beauty of it permeated the blood
like wine, mounted to the bead,
loverfiowed the soul and 1 might
have turned few idle thoughts to
love myself, but that three happy
/ IauIes OF my acquaintance came
along in q surrev and took another
happier than the three put together
ON long, lovely drive away out
into the very heart of the big, beau
tiful country. The roads were wind
swept and smooth as race track /,
the air was warm and sweet as the
breath of baby, the sky was cool
and blue as the heart of violet,
the streams were clear and bright as
the morning dewdrops, the birds so
full OF music they were running
| over, the woods arrayed in the lat
est tint of natures fashion and the
wide fields were 40 clean and soft
and mellow that / just longed to be
a chicken and go wallowing IN the
deep chestnut brown burrows.
don't know what the farmers had
planted therein, or intended plant
ing therein, but there was not a
weed, stalk or a boil weevl in
sight, and the land certainly looked
fine and fertile enough to raise any
thing on earth from racket on up, or
down, to Cain. We passed out by the
| Chautauqua Park, where the lady
| trees were fussing over the cut OF
their leaves and vowing they'd wear
nothing but real live birds on their
heads this year, and then we drove
| slowly across the bridge that spans
the creek, dipped down into a valley
on the other side, went through a
forest dim with shade, sailed out in
lengthy sunlit lanes, climbed care
| fully over the railroad bank, caught
| perfumed breezes from orchards on
the farms, and finally we assembled
| long, blonde hill and found hou Sc
perched on top, rural mail box out
at the gate, the green grass growing
all along the walk, jay bird swing
ing on peach tree limb, six pens Of
chickens in the yard beyond, a
hearty welcome fran the owners ef
all and pretty, dark-eyed boy who
gave us his left hand straight from
the heart in token of his pleasure at
seeing us there.
| ms " 5bCAAN AACNs AiOaAt RAf ~ va
year in and year out, there is moth
ing on earth so precious and salts
! flying To me a. my very own home !;
the trees in the yard, the vines on
the porch, the posts at the gate, the
| knot holes in the fence, all know
and love and understand me and
L fs tENa 81 m IN "a.
meut than being exiled from them
for week, but il helps to get out in
the world now and then, Ro into
other homes and find out the hopes
and plans people live by, never
heard "a sermon in my life that /
didn't learn something from IL, nor
piece ~ music that | didn't catch
melody in il. never saw picture
that had not some beauty ia it,, nor
flower that didn't show its lowell.
ness 10 me. There is something
good IN every day of life, something
sweet In every human heart aud
something worth knowing Ia every
home on earth. II you are stupid.
contact with other minds will bright.
eu you; IL you AFe troubled, the
world III large will comfort you; II
yoa are naFrow ia view, wretehed
ia spirit. tie hig, warm heart of na-
tuFa wili care yom. I've tried IL.
aud I know. smr ~ al sig@ created
lhiaRs abroad that day animGss OF
inAniEnaas. hixh oE les, bead oF
fra@. animAl og vegetable. feIk If
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