Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-10
Bobbie S
Pa
Bv WILLIAM F. KIRK.

& Ma was going out yester-
- day, but it was raining wen
we got UP & it rained all day,
% va STAYED in the hotel. 1t rained
.u.fuI hard. The windows was run
,;,g with water & thare was littel
,,vsrs out on the village street that
goes past the littel place ware we
are stopping.
Newer mind, deer wife & child, sed
pa TO us, thare is sure to be rift
f., the clouds beefoar long, & eeven
II if shud rain all day the grass will
no all the greener in the sunshine to-
morrow.
# is all rite for you to talk that
way. sed Ma. bekaus you can put on
wire rain coat & go out around the
village with yure trends. Wen a
h,nrb of YOU men git in "a tavern
sumware, Ma sed, you can pretend
hat the sun is shining & after a while
vo1 will RELY think that 1t is a nice
dav But Bobbie & 1 had our harris
cot on this outing to-day, & 1t will be
hard for us to feel cheerful.
Then lest wen Ma & me was feel
ing the bluest, Missus Black CAIN
in She is a LADY that is stopping at
The hotel She is a widow & Pa sed
he guessed her husband was glad he
had went to a other planet to live.
She is the saddest woman | ever
saw. She is all the time ailing.
How do you feel this morning,
Missus Black, sed Ma.
Miserabul, thank you, sed Missus
Black. | am ailing. This gray sky
is the way the wurld ought 70 look
all the time beekaus it - 4 gray
wurld anyway. All is sadness. / al
WAYS think of Longfellow's lines
The vine still clings to the moldering
wall
& at every gust the ded leaves fail.
Can you think of anything moar
gloomy. moar true to life than ded
leeves falling from a moldering wall?
she sed TO Ma.
II maiks me SILVER, sed Ma, let us
talk of sumthing pleasant.
For me thare is nothing pleasant. sed
Mas friend. Thare can be nothing
pleasant wen everything is ded wrong.
Every time see the ded leeves falling
] think of them falling on neglected
graves, doant you? she asked Pa.
have newer gaiv 1t much thought,
sed Pa, but ] always think II dosent
matter so much about a grave. | al
ways think that the grave never held
the Wonderful thing we call the mind.
Wen we die that goes away & keeps
on living. Maybe it goes to other
wurld & finds a new body to live in.
That is what | like to think, sed Pa.
doant believe it, sed Missus Black.
think we die & go & that is the end
Of all. & that we are born to suffer,
'uIfer suffer from birth. My tooth
is akeing now, she sed. & wen that
stops / know ! will have the quinsv
c-EeG:. Or, Sc=-, what a awful thing
is life.
Sum lifes is moar awful than
others, sed Pa, but for one think this
life isent so terribul. / always think,
wen | beegin feeling blue, sed Pa
Of all the wunderful joys l have had,
in the days that are gone. / think
how lucky l have been. Wen | see
a poor old tramp on a bench in the
park, | look at myself & my family,
think of all the good things that the
Wurld has given me. Peepul are too
apt to fergit all the sugar of thare
lives, Pa sed, & maik faces wen the
vinegar is set beefoar them.
| guess | will be going, sed Missus
Black. l see you peepul do not I'M
derstand what a dreadful thing life is
After she was gone Ma & me bee
gan to feel glad, like Pa.