Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1888-05-05

more thankful are you that it is out. Indeed, you
experience a right humble gratitude.
This social and moral snuffer of feminine ma
ture has views of her own Her own respect for
these views engenders in you certain respect for
them also. Their very courageous disagreeable-
ness commands for them attention. Are you out
shopping? The pin tells you of a hole, a rip in
your gown that you cannot possibly hide or rem
edy She regrets it as much, yes even more than
you do, and you are sure your position in society
depends upon it. How miserable you are! You
are foolish, weak enough to feel vexed with her
as though she were to blame. You search for the
head of the pin and you can't find it. Are you
the mother of the sweetest bue-eyed morsel Of
humanity ever placed in woman's arms? Then
she lights in upon you at an nopportune time.
She looks at the baby's fannels and you regret
you child is not dressed in its best embroidered
gown that it wore yesterday. You wish she had
happened in yesterday Again the pin sticks you,
and again you can't find the head. As though
It were anyone's fault but your own that your en-
broideries are crumpled. As though she inten-
tonally stayed away yesterday.
She recognizes at glance your last year suit
remodeled, and when she speaks of it several
others are by. The pin went in deep that time.
How your pride stings. Have you been making
purchases? She bought the identical piece of
goods for half the money Then how annoyed
you are. You despise what you were pleased with
an hour ago; you even wish she hadn't told you.
You have lost respect for the goods, respect for
your judgment, but not your respect for her.
She never gossips; out of pure friendship she tells
you what someone says about you. She sympa-
thzes, regrets, and does not at all believe it,-and
it was in kindness she told you. Pins stick in all
over you now, clear to your toes-needle- pointed
pins.
Do you write sometimes? The snuffer essays
neither compliment nor criticism. She could not
cons9iant;"nslsJ ~~,p,l ont and oh" fl =
vritvine. She respects your feelings, the while
she pities you in your misled idea that you can
write. But she hopes you will some day waken to
your senses. She says none of these things, but
in some delicate nerve center you feel sharp
twinge. In your inmost consciousness you agree
with her. She has snuffed you out. She said
nothing, but she absorbed the oxygen in the air
and your light faded of itself.
The sterner sex is not above the ills inflicted by
this brother tormentor. Are you a politician?
He assures you you won't be elected He won't
vote for you. When he makes this discouraging
statement you feel your chances indeed are slim,
and you all but forget his vote only counts one.
He tells you your coat doesn't fit well in the back,
and he recognizes your ready-made suit at a
glance He never wears custom-made clothes.
He tells you in a casual way how prosperous his
business is,-and he thinks your house needs
painting. He calls your attention to some bad
points in horse you have just bought in perfectly
friendly Wav You feel uncomfortabe but vOllr
respect for him increases and you buy him cigar.
In the economy of nature doubtless the pins and
snuffers fill their appointed place in the world.
The pins let the air out of the bubble of self
esteem and the snuffers keep down the enthusi-
asm, and an equilibrium is thereby maintained.
We all know what virtues within us wake up and
make abeisance to kindly appreciation We know
what we can strive to be for the sake of those who
believe in us. Can you not remember when you
were q little child how you longed for word and