The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1891-01-05
MAKING GIRLS.
Their Aims and Ends-Duty tC
Employers = "Careless
Queens"

Hundreds of thousands of girls have
a great desire to make q little money,
and l don't know whether to call it a
laudable one or not. l am not a be-
lever in girls goingout into the world
to work unless it is absolutely neces-
sary. But when it Is then / want
them to do it in the right way; want
them to think that every particle OF
work they do is done not only for
their own sakes, not only for their
employers-it must be right and hon
est in the sight of God. very clever
woman not very long ago wrote an
article about working women, and in
it she used this beautiful quotation Of
Ruskin's:-
Queens you always should be.
Queens to your lovers, to your nus
bands, to your sons; queens OF a
higher mystery to the world beyond"
But she did not put the rest OF the
quotation, and in that lies the story
of the non-success of many girls.
This is it:-''But, alasl you are too
often idle and careless queens, grasp
ing at majesty in the least things,
while you abdicate in the greatest"
With only the hope of making
money your work will be worth little,
and certainly not be worthy of consid-
GRAFTON by noble minds oil by the good
God who watches over you day and
night. You girls hurt yourselves,
hurt your work, made il of less value
and yourselves less respected because
you so entirely draw the line at what
you will and what you will not do.
That which your hands find to do is
the duty before you, and the woman
who, employed in a counting house.
finds it but little trouble to keep her
desk in order and, when she has time,
to straighten up somebody else's who
hasn't the time, is tine woman whose
work is going to be noted and counted
as valuable. The oma who an
nouncing that she must get work or
starve, and who yet is not willing to
be at her desk at eight O'Clock in the
morning, deserves to starve.
The woman who knows that for a
certain number Of hours she should
in honor give her time to her EN-
ployer, is but a poor worker within
ten minutes after the hour finds her
arriving. and five minutes before the
hour to go away sees her getting her
CiO1h ACoQ1 aAA0 hA6 " ACA
outdoor costume. The good work
man doesn't drop the pen or the ham
mer at the stroke of the hour he
finishes first that which he is doing,
for his heart is in his work, and that's
the way thrust be with you if you want
to succeed and make even "a little
money.n-1he Ladies' Home Journal.
His Beautiful. First Love.
He loved her-very much. He
thought he had never loved half so
much before. And she2 Well, she
may have loved him; that he didn't
know-he hadn't asked her.
She was 20. She was the most
beautiful creature he had seen. Her
hair was black-as ink; her skin was
white-as milk; and her eyes-how
brilliant they were They seemed
to look into his soul. And he won
dered if she knew it.
He had never seen anybody so raw
ishing to look at-not even in fancy.
He had never before left his food half
tasted on his plate-not even at the
country hotel. He had never before
found it a task TO close his eyes at
night-not even when he had been
sick with fever.
As for her, she looked upon him
with favor; she would take his hand
as they walked along the beach, and
when the water spread further than
she expected on the sand, she would
cry: Look out, Harry, dear r' or the
like.
He presumed he ought to be happy
there was no reason why he should
not be; others in his position would
have been.
All yes: it was we'll enough-until
the 8 o'clock express from New York
came in. Then she would be dressed
in something wonderful in blue and
gold, or in gray and black, or in pink
and white; and she would sit upon the
broad piazzas of the hotel and chat
and gossip with the Of course,
when he came up, she treated him
civiliy, decently, and he had no fault
to find-no fault, that is, in order.
Yet he asked himself sometimes il she
was treating him as one individual or
as a species.
Eli bienl One day fourteen Sara
toga trunks were loaded on the blue
express wagons at the side door. A
good many of the trunks belonged to
her. She was going away.
He sat idly in an L OF the piazza,
with his patent-leathered feet on the
railing.
She came to him. She was dressed
for travel in a tai,or-cut gown with
plaltings OF Indian cloth on the front
of the waist, and with a black veil
that could not haze the sparkle of her
eyes.
She held ont her hand, and then
impulsively she took his head in her
hands and kissed him.
What a thrill went through himl