Griggs courier., 1890-10-10
MISTAKES OF a DAY.
a Sensible Lecture for Young Womsn Ds-
lfvefed by Edith Ashmore.

ltvered by Edith Ashmore.
When you laid your head down on
your pillow At night you knew that 1t
had been . day of blunders. The tears
came into your eyes and you wondered
what you had done that made every
thing go wrong. Ny dear girl, you had
made little mistakes by thoughtlessness;
you had made the music Of life less
weetand done your best to make that lit
tie rift within the lutte that, after awhile,
would make all the beautiful music Of
life quiet You began the day by dis.
putting at the breakfast table with your
brother about nothing; and you ended 1t
by saying very disagreeable things,
making him feel uncomfortable and
causing him to leave the table mutter-
ing; while your mother wondered why
he should speak SO to his sister. 1t was
his sisters fault, for she expected every
body to give in to her ideas and felt
wronged when they didn't.
Next, when you went to practice and
were in the midst of beautiful sonata,
you were reminded that the busting of
the parlor was your duty; and you
grumbled and did it ungraciously, and
even now you can remember how hurt
your mother looked as you banged
things around the room and wondered
why you couldn't have the same time to
practice that other girls had. Then
when one of your girl friends came in,
you made her unhappy by telling her
some disagreeable things that had been
said about her, and which you thought
she ought to know. There is no reason
in the world why people should tell each
other disagreeable things. You sent
your friend away hurt, and with curl
Gus feeling in her heart that you couldn't
really be SO fond of her as she thought,
or else you wouldn't have made her so
unhappy. At the dinner table you con-
tradicted your father, you complained
OF your food, and you were as unpleas-
ant as only bad-mannered girl can be
at the table. When somebody started
to tell little story you stopped it in
the middle by saying that it had been
told SO often before you couldn't stand
it again. After this, you dressed to go
out, were ill-tempered, broke strings,
sent buttons flying and complained of
all your belongings. Then you went
to see q girl you knew your moth
er didn't like you to visit You
stayed there and heard two or three
scandalous stories, and came out feeling
as II you had eaten something that had
left a bad taste in your mouth. You
forgot book you had been told to get;
you didn't care to go into grocery shop
and leave an order that would save
everybody at home great deal of
trouble. and you carried your temper
back with you, although God Almighty's
sunshine rested on you and ought to
have driven it out of your heart. You
sulked all evening; you played the piano
or read and managed to make things
disagreeable for everybody. Now, when
your head is resting on the pillow, YOU
are thinking Of this and wondering why
it all went wrong.
My dear girl, you may have hundred
admirers; you may count your lovers Ly
the tens, and your friends by the thou
sands, but you will never have but one
mother; and when you deliberately go
out OF your way to hurt or neglect her,
you are committing an absolute sin, one
thatin years to come will rise up before
you and make you suffer agonies. When
your own little children are about your
knees you will wonder and fear If JUS
tice is shown if they will not tread on
your heart as you did on hers. Try to
do better tomorrow. The mistakes of
to-day, it is possible, resulted from your
getting out the wrong side of the bed;
but be wise and see that it don't happen
again.-Ladies' Home Journal.