The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1913-05-16

for moment that you can pleas,
everybody. not yourself. Few peo
pie care for you and you must car,
for yourself or be left in the cold
Also but few people will love you
although they may profess to- They
love you merely for what they can
make out of you. Society looks up.
on you as an orange, to be squeez-
ed for its benefit. When you are
squeezed dry you will be thrown to
the dogs and another orange will
take its turn. Think of these things
and resolve to art with wisdom.
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Every habitation is not a home
Alas! No? We have seen a beauti-
full house, richly appointed, sup
piled with every luxury, whose beau
tiful tapestried walls and lovely car
pets, all flower-strewn, handsome
furniture, exquisite china, sparkling
cut glass and silver, beautiful flow
er yards, made picture of lovely
beauty, and woy{d suggest real
fairy land everything wealth,s skill
and taste could command, whose in
mates were highly educated and
considered very refined. and yet that
was no home, and the Christian
father of that family would go from
a daintily spread breakfast table;
and cross, ill-tempered, silk robed
wife, and not one kind word. not a
SINCE ray of sunshine to chase away
the gloom of busy business mans
long days. The boys were glad to
get off to school, out of the reach
of mothers scolding tongue, and the
beautiful. fashionable" daughter
fretted the day out like she wanted
them to, and dresses that didn't |
hang just right, and spent the ev-
ening and a goodly part of the night
dancing and saying silly nothings to /
a silly young man. Why was this
home so unhappy? Because the mott
er was not in sympathy with the
father and children, and the chill
dren were uncongenial with each
other So wealth alone cannot make
a happy home.
What is the use of hurrying?There
Is time enough for all work and they
who worry and scurry through day
after day, vainly endeavoring to do
4 little more than any mortal ought
10 do in a day, are injured phys
pa1lv and montaIIv apd dn NOT IN ]
The end accomplish as much as the
luiet, steady worker who keeps on
;erenely hour after hour until wearyl
and then has the good sense to rest.
The brilliant, meteorological aud
ence roared an ovation to the great
singer. She was unquestionably the
pest soprano in the world. The criticl
urned to his friend, the self-made
and said:
did you ever hear any song NOR
rendered."
Yes" said the rich man, musing-it
y, for he was touched by the mag
c of what he had heard. Eyes, III
lave heard three greater singers" X
81 want to knowl'' exclaimed the
ritic.
''The first was years ago. Thet
niger was plain of face and gray off
lair and tired of body. There was
much work to do and many little
mouths to feed. 1 was the young
st child. sick and cross. And that
ear singer crooned to me lulla-
y and l slept. 1t was wonderful
ong.
''The next was years afterward.
We had little cottage It was sum-
her and the windows and doors
yere open. My wife was in the
itchen preparing supper. She was
lnging something about her true
ove coming home to her. 1t was
or me. And that, too, was wond-
rful song.
Some years more elapse. There
,as little toddler in the garden Il
nd she sings hesitatingly some
hing about daddy and his baby.
'These are the three singers. my