Evening Republican, Volume 18, Number 184, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 August 1914 — DOWNHEARTED WITHOUT VACATIONS. [ARTICLE]

DOWNHEARTED WITHOUT VACATIONS.

Love In a but, with water and a crust, la—Love forgive us!—cinders, ashes, dust; Love in a palace is perhaps at last More grievous torment than a hermit's faft. It has been said that some women are born for pleasure, to feast on the cake of life; others live a life of care and are fed with crumbs. Some worn* en look forward to the coming of summer with the greatest of joy. If they are young and fail-, are the daughters of the well-to-do, visions of seashore and mountain, strolling and flirting, dance through their happy dreams. $ Daughters of the poor read the glowing advertisements of the seaside resorts and laugh Impatiently at the thoughts which find lodgment In their breast for one little moment that they might go there. If it is a hard pull for the family to meet expenses as it is, a girl but addß to their worry when she shows that she Is downhearted because she must stay at home. She doesn't see the need of fixing over her white dresses or fixing over her last year’s hat, declaring there will be no one In town to see them. As the warm days roll around, she is amazed to see how many young men she knows have not gone, but are tacking way at business Just ap though the thermometer didn’t register 90 in the shade. Summertime is a revelation to the girl who has never yet been able to attract a beau. She finds that young man whom she had been introduced to in the wintertime,. and whom she had pot seen since, were just beginning to call upon her to see 1C they could find at least

one girl at home who was as lonely as .themselves. - r r-V ‘o*?. She has her pick of the beaux. There’s always three or four on her! steps of an evening. They vie with.’ each other in inviting her to the nearby resorts, trolffey rides or strolls. When she is doubtful about ' goingabout with this one or that one who had been paying attention for months past to girls she knew, her aunt routs her hesitation. “If -he finds the girl at home more attractive it is she to whom he will propose.” ThereTs more than a grain of truth.: in such reasoning. It Isn’t alwayß love; and lovers which make np the duty ofj a girl’s life. She may be able to minister to the comforts of those at home this season. Perhaps they may be taken from her tlte next year, rs there’s only one, who can be spared for* a fortnight’s change of air and scene in the country, it should be the tired,, overworked mother of a family who should be persuaded to go Instead ofj the pretty, young daughter, who has life before her. It is wrong for a woman to feel downhearted over what cannot be helped. Always make the best! of a season at home. Hidden bless-> ings often come to us in disguise.

A little nonsense now and then la relished by the wisest men.

No matter how staid and Bedate a man may be, he wouldn’t be human if he didn’t have a foolish, romantic streak somewhere in his heart. Ho inherited It from his parents, who looked and loved, else he would not have been here to make reality of his own day dreams. 1 The stern man may say all that ho likes about the frivolity of women; that the woman is not yet born who could cause him one extravagant heart throb. With much bravado, ho assures you that he is perfectly satisfled with his life. But when the spring comes on he begins to feel kind o’ lonely. Not but that there are plenty of women turning toward him With beguiling smiles, yet the time is cot ripe for his heart to respond. As the weather grows warmer and the long, sweet clover-scented evenings begin to work their influence, his icy nature undergoes a change. The woman whom he frowned at in her furs and costly wraps he now looks at from out of the side of his eyes. He thinks how much better she looks in her plain, inexpensive summer garb, and he would not be averse to an introduction. He is agreeably surprised to see her on the porch of a hotel where he has gone to spend his two weeks’ vacar tion. They come to know each other, through mutual friends. He finds her bright, vivacious, Jolly good company to pass the morning with on the piazza or strolling with a merry party. She Is quite a different person, however, when they are out alone together for a moonlight walk. Even a very plain woman looks her best under the silvery moon and gleam of the shining stars. Her voice drops to a musical, more tender key. The* very touch of her finger, clinging lightly to his arm, is like a caress. Her presence is magnetic. The glance of her bright eyes is alluring. What wonder that the man strolling by her — side forgets the vows he has made a hundred times to live and die a bachelor.

He succumbs to the witchery of the time, the place and the girl, and in a romantic moment proffers her his heart and hand. No wonder it has been said that moonlight works mad* ness in his brain. Most men can keep firm control over their hearts though the sun shines ever so brightly. Yet nine times out of ten, they have been; known to yearn for love and to be; loved, under the influence of the lover’s moon. But what difference is it as to how it happened so long as they follow nature's plan and marry at last. Every man’s heart Is to bei won, but it takes the right woman toil touch the tender chord. Even she; 1 must wait until the psychological moment, . that foolish, delicious moment! . when love overflows his heart