The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-04-19
WICHITA WOMEN AND THEIR BABIES.

An minated maid, made for loye-nor rest, nor
mate: has she
But happy mothers faunt their bliss FOR all the
world 10 See"
Speaking OF the astonishingly great
number of Wichita homes that have lately
been made happy, alady, prominent in the
city for her intellectual attachments, the
other evening notified US that she was
going to send her nurse with her four
months old baby boy up to see as.
Whether the wonderful boy and his nurse
subsequently kept the engagement or not
matters not so far as text Tor these oo-
servations are concerned. A woman and
baby, what theme of themes. Man Is
the self constituted factor OF factors in this
life and of all of its concerns, yet were the
woman or her baby, or both, dropped out
of his life there would remain no love, no
ambition nor world for him. In the alb
sence of this human-bloom and human
bud all sentiment would blast
and die of inanition, leaving the
fancied lord of creation nothing to do
but to go and end his earthly existence as
quickly as possible. Kansas Is, in many
respects, a continual struggle and sacrifice
for men, but it is perfection for woman
and for her offspring. If. as we intimated
above, woman is the flower of the human
plant. she is in full bloom here. The dear
creatures have but one dread, or possibly
two, of life in this great sunlit valley, one
being the tendency TO stoutness, the other
that there may be too many babies; but, it
is stoutness without coarseness, luxur-
ious plumpness with suggestiveness OF
milk and pink, or at the very worst. of vel
vet and roses, while as for babies-well
the EAGLE has not been more prolific of its
talk than have the women OF the actual
plump. dimpled facts. Parents of the east
who had for years despaired of ever cares
sing an heir, on coming to south sunny
Kansas have hailed home full of house
hold Joys in the shortest possible time.
One lady who had lived to gray hairs in
the east, with no hope OF one of these
''well-springs of pleasure" only this week
had pair, twins, one of each sex, boy
and girl.
AS the ocean without pulsing tides, as
the earth without verdure, bloom and
birds, as the universe without its systems
Of suns and stars, SO would this life be
without the glowing sentiments which IN
clustering about the mother and babe
ever nurtures and warns all that is best
in man.
Upon her snowy couch she dropping lies.
A languor on her limbs that seems grace
A sacred pallor on her lily face.
blessed light reflected in her eyes.
She knows who drew her strength, and would not
rise:
Forgetting self she rests little pace.
Sees her warm life blood mantle in his face,
And str aims her to catch his wailing cries.
q wondrous mother-love, how strong and deep.
With vibrating thrill Of tenderness.
To give the glow. and lie pallid flower!
To give the light and smile, and wait TO weep.
Sweet is thy Infants warm Inconsistencies,
But sweeter thy mysterious. sacred power
BABY.
Dimpled and flushed and dewy pink he lies,
Crumpled and tossed and lapt in snowy bands;
Aimlessly reaching with his tiny hands,
Lifting in wondering gaze his great blue eyes
Sweet pointing lips parted by breathing signs;
Soft checks warm tinted as from tropic lands;
Framed VITA brown hair in shining sNken
strands
All fair all pure sunbeam from the skies!
o perfect innocence soul enshrined
In blissful ignorance OF good or Ill, .
BY never gale or Idle passion crossed.
Altho thou art no alien from tiny kind ,,,
Tho pain and death may take thee captive sun,
Tho sin, at least, thine Eden is not lost