The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1921-12-31

should it all be shut up in booksY 1t Is 80,
said my father. God made the world, and ne
put the flowers here well as the potatoes
have no patience with those who do not rollo"
Cod" ITO be sure" said my little mother, ANA
the weeds are here to teach us diligence and pa
tience" "But the Quack," said my father 'that
might as we'll be left out" "And the burdOcKs'
said she, "are excellent for beer, and the leaves
are good for draughts" perhaps, If we couio
see It," said he. 'all things are good lis ~.
US to make the best of everything said she Ana
Jim up, she put her hand on hs
arm and NINE and then said slowly: lis
world In which make beautiful boys anu
girls-if first we ourselves are right. What more
could we aSk!'
And the birds ah but you should have seen how
they nested about that house. 'They Will eat all
the cherries" said ay Uncle George, and ne raped
his cane Justify on the floor Of the porch But our
father smiled and said Let us count them all
into our family. and plant for them also when we
plant SO he put in few rows OF peas more
and said, They for the orioles. AND dozen
cherry trees down by the fence were for the rops'
and for the cedar birds who have cherry tooth.
Then he went up to the woods edge, nearby the
big beeches, where there were wild cherries. ana
into these he put scions of finer sorts; for the
BIRDS my boys" SO the robins, and the bluebirds,
and the wrens, and indigo BIRDS and the gold
fnches, and the catbirds. and all other sorts OF
thrushes and fncheS, and l can't tell you now many
more came to and they filled the trees WIN
nests and they paid for all they took In song and
helpful labor. And robin built its nest In the
window seat of his bedroom and sang to him In
the morning. while he lay in his bed. All, yes
they worked well together, my father and the
birds.
The barn was not far away. "'Tis not decent"
said the little mother. "There should be shade
for the cows and the pigs and the hens You
are right, little mother" said my father; and ne
brought a load Of willow sticks: and he planted
them all the way around the barn and its yard
And these grew and throve nightly. and at last
they were great grove. that hung all over the
barn and hid it. The little mother said did
not tell your-ahd then she drew the breath coOlly
through one corner Of her mouth. as she surveyed
the Transformation. Indeed you did, little moth
er-you said it-and would have done It.
had you not" And the hens cackled their delight,
and the cows at night lay down facing the moon,
it sifted in between the leaves, and all day they
were nicely comforted from the SUM- And when
old Daisy went to the tub to drink she would look
up between SIPS if to say. 1.-THE Lord be praised
for this shady yard" A true barnyard is a de-
lightful place, full of peace and love- Lilah the
collie comes and puts her head through the gate
once an hour, and, surveying matters, says, Yes,
all Is 1t should be- all is correct" then she goes
back to run along where Jim and and our father
are at work In the orchard. Or if 1t be-and 1t
really is--Or 1t ought to be, New Years day. she
looks in at the kitchen window, and waits till we
open the door that she may curl up by the fire.
But George III gets up his hind feet to the
door latch and rattes it, and then waits till we
let him in true cat is half human. All. II
buff they could get articulation. what
would Of it? 1t Is well that they cannot
for they would rout out and dspOssess half or
more Of the human sort So with Quack and
thistles, and talking cats. and collie dogs. we
should be made either wiser killed off.
"Come," said my uncle George, "let us make our
New Years call!' In those days it was not yet
forgotten to be neighborly, and once year we ali
expected to look in each other, and break
bread or at least cut cake. And sat down to q
bit Of gossip and exchanged news; and when II
was over everybody knew all about everybody
else, and there need at all to print it. Blu,
shall tell you nothing at all about it. 1t
own business and we were simple folks and you
who live today have your big notions and your
new ways and you laugh too easily. So our New
Years dey went by in its homely way, and We
had o.. calls; and went home at night ani
rubbed our hands and our stomachs and were con
tent Not one of us envied your telephones an6
telegraphs and other knick-knacks--or ever gave
them thought Bless the Lord, enough is enough
and 1t Is not likely you have any more idea o.
what will be about hundred years from now
Indeed I think they will call you savages. Pish
but what world Of conceit 1t Is.