The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-07-10

A poor seanstress, who works hard and whose daughter Is in a depart ment store, said to me the other day: 'fI promised to give my. girl birthday present That day rolls around soon. Now what do you suppose she wants me to give her? You never in the world could guess, so I'll tell you. have been limiting to her that my poor purse might allow her a nice, suitable pair of everyday shoes, that she could go to work in and look decent instead of sl1abbily, as she does now. She turned from me with a. dissatisfied look and asked quickly: Mother, won't you please grant my greatest wish? I long for few paint brushes and materials to try with!' Wasn't angry to hear such a foolish request, and we, poor as church mice? SoundIy upbraided her, coming out and tell ing her that her mind must be affect ed. She must imagine. she was living in an air castle of gold. Nothing
 said daunted her nor changed her longing in the least. She became so downcast it worried me night and day
 Finally I saw my way out of the diff culty, which my kind heart had
 brought about. I will give my girl the
 noney-three do1lars-which will be her gift from me. She will have per Ifect right to spend it as she pIeases. I
 will not bother my head any more about it, concluded.
 1n0 purse was empty when the three dollars was left beside the alarm clock on her table. For days after
 never was a word spoken between
 mother and daughter. after their
 hours of toll, as to what was done with the amount. The girl still wore | shabby shoes and shabbier dress.
 Her cheeks were a little pa1er. show
 ing enthusiastically that she had re- l mained Up long past midnight. She
 was up at the first streak of dawn, long before others were astfr, and out lof the house, threading her way on a
 mission of heart interest to her. She did not mind the task of art nor the heavy parcel she carried, which she put safely in her room. She had a better appetite than ever before, and | 1t was easy to see that new ambi-
 ton lent buoyancy to the workers
 steps.
 Circumstances were against her.
 when her mother upbraide1 the young tciler for idIing money ar ] her time away with paint boxes, winch she had at once bought and studied over in doors and out
 Art became her calling. Her talent
 was one Of success, a gift She had Tree rein to mold her future talents despite her early hardships of being kept back in tolls beaten track. Proud
 was that poor mother that her girl had made her own way in the world to for tunes top round. have wondered since Knowing of her plucly deterTnin- ation to win agains all odds if there were not others equally as ambitious If they were allowed to take their own bent, without let or hfndrance. instead of being hampered by circum- stances
 Mothers hearts are almost always bound up in their daughters welfare But they do not always have the same views. or understand some of the mo- tfves which innpeI them to forge ahead, If circumstances are not discourag- ing. One and all must pull together 1T they would amount to anything l that is superior. A musical genius
 may have the house Uttered with one and all of the latest sheets of music She may drum on the piano, appar- entity in a dream. If not checked, she
 is liable to take up the study and
 make an enviable name for herself It's a part of young peoples aspira ton. Don't check them