The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-08-25
Written for The ArkdnsdW TrdVeIer.
 GLIMPSES OF LIFE.
BY CARRIE M. oGILYIE.

One June morning I found myself packed like sardine in street car going to Revere Beach, near Boston. My right hand neighbor was & real fat gentleman with very red face and 8 gold-headed cane. My left, young lady with quantity of bracelets and bangles that kept up an incessant jingling. Just as I was wondering how we could take any more passen- gers, delicately gloved hand waved the conductor. A very handsome street dress, containing what l took to be lady, climbed aboard of the car. l think it was because of the sweet face of little girl she was leading, that several persons indicated willingness to crowd over and make room for them. With a scornful sur Vey of all the seats, madame came into ours, and condescended to place herself between the fat gentleman and myself
 She rode four blocks and signaled to stop. In climbing out baby stum- ble6 on my feet and her mother caught the lace draperies of her dress on the bangles of my left-hand neigh Dor. These catastrophes caused angry exclamations and jerking of the pretty child that made it cry and made the passengers indignant. The conductor looked after her as she flounced away and muttered between his teeth, "The hateful thing"
 Before long an, old Irish woman, also leading a little girl, who was neither pretty nor well dressed, took passage. She came smilingly into our seat with an apology for crowding us, and insisted that she would stand, at which the fat man looked relieved. My bangled neighbor pulled the child down into her lap.
 Occasionally the smiling honely face would be turned around with a pleasant "I hope am not making you uncomfortable" I assured her she was not in the least. When she left the car she thanked the young lady 80 brightly, and the conductor too, and was so innocent and pleasant looking that the whole crowd of ul smiled after her and nobody said ol even thought SO ugly & word a "hateful thing" It was only a littl instance of good breeding, of the cul ture that springs from the heart, ant proof that good clothes and beauty and outward appearance are nothing when compared with these.
 Here the commonest every day ex periences of humanity take on glamor of the marvellous and interest ing when expressed by persons du bbet as "great" by their fellow creatures Tolstoi, the Russian novelist, ha said something that every farme probably has felt, in reference to blow ing. That 1t is pleasure to turn uJ the fresh f0rrows, that the united in fluence of honest labor, clear air, sun shine and the smell of the eartl causes the blood to course joyously .nd the stomach to grow hungry anf sleep to be sweet and sound. Proba. ably this experience has been spoker and felt thousands of times every year and yet do not remember ever see, ing 1t quoted before as 8 remarkabl, expression of remarkable experience But because Tolstoi, 6 man of fam, and fortune in the literary world haI said 1t, 1t seems new and beauti ful thing, and people read and won der and admire, at the deep soulful. ness-the poetic instinct of its author
 have heard 1t said that woman may be sensible in all points but on the marrying question. On tn other hand, did you ever know mal who had any sense when once in love It is perhaps we'll that marriage is e largely an uncalculated thing. Mucl happiness would be missed If tn considerations were moro carefull, weighed, and perhaps much of misery also.
 To fall In love in ono delicious mo ment, perhaps while walking in tn avenue of midsummer morning, O in the terrace, under the stars with al the winds whispering and sighing a they neyer can do again, or to If one's eyes and read fate in the glanc of half divine face across the chapel as did poor Cleopatsu, in Henri Gre ville's story, 1t is beentifnl, pathetic romantici And yet how can you knov that the wonder of 1t all, ths marvel *hs madness, the sweetness, tho ten dernea, will ensure for you happines | year hancel