Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1889-11-07

illusioned little girl, after few sobs
takes the doll back to her affections,
lets pity supply the place of lost faith
and reverence, and ends by loving it
all the more. And so. at later date,
does the true womanly heart master
the keen womanly intellect. Woman
must love, or die, spiritually. I'm
doubtedly this necessity plays an i'm
portant part in the fervid devotion she
is wont to exhibit in religious matters.
II is this fact, and not that she is by
nature bigoted or superstitious, that
explains her ofttimes misguided zeal.
She is driven to bay, in the disap-
pointment that life usually holds for
her. with her glowing and glorious
ideals. Her instinct to look upward
and love is merged in religious devo-
ton. In her persistent will to adore
she even can welcome and warm cold
abstraction at her hearts fires. Too
often it ends in the putting out of
those gentle, kindly flames, leaving
only comfortless creed in the ashes Of
consumed love and life.
The poets, the heaven-born ones, sell
dom say much against women. Byron,
the gloomy and satirical, says:
Man, to man SO oft unjust, is always SO to
woman.
But how can this be otherwise, since
justice demands certain amount of
comprehension And, as a'rule, men
understand women SO imperfectly that
they can only find us thoroughly fas-
cinating and agreeable as companions,
after they have destroyed our faith in
them. Becky Sharp was entertain
ing, blithesome, and entirely untram-
meled by that earnestness which makes
the face grave, the lips tremulous.
She had nicely weighed the worth of
mems approval, and in her eyes it pos
sessed just its worldly value, not a
grain more nor less. The majority of
men secretly admire the Becky Sharp
type of woman, although they may not
wish to express this openly.
Keen and fine sensibilities to great
extent retard that flow of sparkling
repartee, that careless intellectual
poise, which men find so charming in
women. Deep, earnest feelings also
pale the cheek and make the features
worn and angular, though they may at
Zines light up the eyes with fine spirit
ual beauty. How many women later
in life look back at days of passionate
grief over fallen idols with sigh and
smile at the folly of having wasted
so much strong feeling over such COM
monplace characters.
"Oh, poor hearts of poets, eager for
the infinite in love, will you never be
understood?" And, oh, poor hearts of
women, we echo, and add, you never
will be understood. But take this les
son from the pages of history: to love
much and to neglect your personal
appearance is pretty sure way to not
be loved. Says Owen Meredith:
"Alas. Poor Lucille, in those weak days of yore,
Had neglected herself, never needing nor think
ing,
While the blossom and bloom OF her beauty
were shrinking
| That sorrow can beautify only the heart,
! Not the face of u woman and can but impart,
Its endearment to one that has suffered"
And a pretty, lace-trimmed morning
robe of crimson cashmere, if crimson
is becoming to ones complexion, will
"impart" something of its warmth OF
tone to the admiration of lover or hus-
band, where brown calico, and q ten
der, true little heart will not have
much effect. Thor11e, Ia
Chicago Ledger.