Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-10-10
Little Bobbie' S
Pa
Nv WILLIAM +. KIRK.

& Ma was going out yester-
~ day, but it was raining wen
we got up & it rained all day,
%, Ne stayed in the hotel 1t rained
svfll hard. The windows was run
,ipr with water & thare was littel
rivers out on the village street that
goes past the littel place ware we
are stopping.
Newer mind, deer wife & child, sed
d m US, thare is sure to be rift
IN the clouds beefoar long, & eeven
e If shud rain all day the grass will
,a all the greener in the sunshine to-
morrow.
# IS all rite for you 20 talk that
rsv. sed Ma, bekaus you can put on
vure rain coat & go out around the
village with yure trends. Wen
bunch Of you men git In a tavern
4 srrvare. Ma sed, you can pretend
that the sun is shining & after while
Won will RELY think that 1t Is a nice
5av But Bobbie & I had our harts
sef on this outing to-day, & 1t will be
=.
Then lest wen Ma & me was feel
N ing the bluest, Missus Black calm
M She is a LADY that is stopping at
. The hotel She is a widow & Pa sed
. he guessed her husband was glad he
4 had went to a other planet to live.
n She is the saddest woman / ever
n saw She is all the time ailing.
How do YOU feel this morning,
b Vissys Black, Sed Ma.
Niserabul, thank you, sed Missus
Black. I am ailing. This gray Sky
IS the way the wurld ought TO look
all the time, beekaus it is a gray
4 wurld anyway. All is sadness. I al
ways think of Longfellow's lines
The vine still clings to the moldering
wall
& at every gust the ded leaves fall.
Can you think Of anything moar
gloomy. moar true to life than ded
n ieeves falling from a moldering wall?
n she sed to Ma.
It maiks me SILVER, sed Ma, let US
4 talk Of sumthing pleasant.
For me thare is nothing pleasant, sed
. Mas friend Thare can be nothing
Il pleasant wen everything is ded wrong.
Every time see the ded leeves falling
I think of them falling on neglected
4 graves, doant you? she asked Pa.
have newer gaiv 1t much thought,
sed Pa, but 1 always think 1t doSent
matter so much about a grave. I al
ways think that the grave never held
N the Wonderful thing we call the mind.
n Wen we die that goes away & keeps
n on living. Maybe 1t goes to a other
wurid & finds a new body to live in.
That is what like to think, sed Pa.
. l doant believe II, sed Missus Black
4 think we die & go & that is the end
n Of all. & that we are born to suffer,
Il suffer, suffer from birth. My tooth
Is akeing now, she sed, & wen that
n stops | know I will have the Quinsy
aggeTa. Oh. de0T, ~het a awful thing
4 is life.
Sum lifes is moar awful than
others, sed Pa, but I for one think this
life isent so terribul. I always think,
wen | beegin feeling blue, sed Pa
n OF all the wunderful joys I have had
IN the days that are gone. I think
how lucky I have been. Wen I see
poor old tramp on a bench in the
park, look at myself & nv family,
q 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.
l guess l 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.