The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1922-01-14

said my father. God made the world and he
put the flowers here as well as the potatoes.
have no patience with those who do not follow
God" ITO be sure" said my little mother, land
the weeds are here to teach us diligence and pa
tience." "But the quack," said my father, that
might as well be left out" "And the burdocks,"
said she, "are excellent for beer, and the leaves
good for draughts." Perhaps. If we could
see it," said he, all things are good" Ills 1or
us to make the best of everything" said she. ana
our Jim came up, she put her hand on MS
arm and on mine, 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 my Uncle George and he raped
his cane Justify the floor of the porch But our
efather smiled and said, LET us count them all
Unto our family. and plant for them also when we
plant" So he put in a few rows OF peas more
and said, "They are for the orioles" And dozen
cherry down by the fence were for the robins
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 blueDlrds,
and the wrens and indigo birds, and the goid-
fnches, and the catbirds, and all other sorts OF
thrushes and fnches, and can't tell you how many
nests, and they paid for all they took In song ana
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. Ah yes,
they worked we'll together, my father and me
birds.
The barn was not far away. "1ts 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 he
- cfiay Qnd
I them all the way around the barn and Its yard.
And these grew and throve nightly, and at last
Z they were a great grove that hung all over the
barn and hid 1t. The little mother said, did
not tell you Y-and then she drew the breath cooiy
through one corner Of her mouth as she surveyed
the transformation "Indeed, you did. little moth
e-you said it-and no one would have done It,
had you not" And the hens cackled their delight
and the cows at night lay down facing the moon
as sfted in between the leaves and all day they
were nicely comforted from the sun. And when
old Daisy went to the tub to drink she would loOh
ND between sips as If to say, 1.-THE Lord be praised
for this shady yard" true barnyard Is de
lightful place, full of peace and love. Llah, the
collie comes and puts her head through the gate
once an hour, and, surveying matters says, yes
all is as 1t should be all is correct" then she goes
back to run along where Jim and and our fathea
are at work In the orchard Or If 1t be-and II
really is-or it 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 on his hind feet to the
door latch and rattles 1t, and then waits till We
let him in true cat Is half human. Ah II
buff they could once get articulation, wha
would come of It? 1t Is well that they canno
for they would rout out and dispossess half OF
more Of the human sort. So with quack ant
thistles, and talking CATS and collie dogs, W.
: should be made either wiser or killed off.
"Come" said my uncle George, '1et us make ou
New Years calf" In those days 1t was not We
forgotten to be neighborly, and once year we al
expected to look in on each other. and breal
bread or at least cut cake And we sat down to
bit of gossip and exchanged news; and when i
was over everybody knew all about everyhpd.
else and there was no need at all to print 1t. Blu
shall tell you nothing at all about it. 1t was ou
own business and we were simple folks, and yo'
who live today have your big notions and you
new ways and you laugh too easily So our New
Years day went by In its own homely way. and W
had our calls; and we went home at night ant
rubbed our hands and our stomachs and were con
tent Not one of us envied your telephones ant
telegraphs and other kniek-knacks-or ever CAV
them thought Bless the Lord, enough Is enough
and it is not likely you have any more idea o
what will be about hundred years from now
! Indeed 1 think they will call you sava&sS Pisf
exhut what world Of conceit 1t In.
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