Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1891-07-30
lie HOUSEHOLD

NO man can I've low VINO Is always look
ing high.
No man has right to be curse to his
neighbor.
The soul has no pillow on which to re-
pose so soft and sweet as a good con-
science.
Dean Stanly once wisely said: Take
care Of the truth and the errors will take
care of themselves
A pleasant good morning, uttered as If
the speaker really meant it, has made
many man friends.
Many of the busiest men the world has
ever known have found time to attend to
the requirements of their religion. Il
am too busy" it is never anything more
than mere excuse.
A Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to
Mothers.
Can you help me few minutes, Mar
ion
Il would like to, but don see how
can"
The tone was not impatient, but hur-
ried
II have this essay to finish for the So
ciety this evening, | must go to our
French history class in an hour, then to a
guild meeting, and get back to my Ger.
man lesson by five o'clock.
mo, you can't help me, dear You
look worn out yourself. Never mind. If
| tie up my head perhaps | can finish
this"
Through at last" said Marion. weari-
ly, giving a finishing touch to The De-
veIopment of Religious Ideas Among the
Greeks, at the same time glaucing quickly
at the clock
Her attention was arrested by a strange
sight. He tired mother had fallen asleep
ing, but the startled girl saw bending over
her mothers pale face two angels, each
looking earnestly at the sleeper.
What makes that weary look on this
woman's face?" asked the stern. strange
looking angel of the weaker, sadder one.
Has God given her no daughters?"
Yes" replied the other, 'but they
have no tine to take care of their mo-
ther."
mo time!" cried the other. "What
do they do with all the time | am letting
them have?"
We'll" replied the Angel of Life, Il
keep their hands and hearts full. They
are &.ffectionate daughters, much admired
for their good works; but they do not
know they are letting the oDe they love
most slip from my arms into yours. Those
gray hairs come from OverwOrk and anXi-
ETY. to save extra money for music and
French lessons. Those pale cheeks faded
while the girls were painting roses or
pansies on velvet or satin.
The dark angel frowned.
Young ladies must be ACCOMPLISHED
now," exclaimed the other. "1hose eyes
grew dim sewing for the girls to give
them time to study ancient history and
modern languages, those wrinkles came
because the girls had not time to share
the cares and worries of everyday life.
neglected and lonely while the girls are
tired look comes from getting up so early,
while the poor exhausted girls are trying
to sleep back the late hour they gave to
study or spent at the concert; those feet
are as weary because Of their ceasless walk
around the house all day.
Surely the CIR help too?'
What they can. But their feet get
weary enough going around tegging for
the charity hospital ard the church, and
hunting up the poor and sick. :"
No wonder" said the Angel of Death,
$50 many mothers call me. This is IN
deed sad--loving, industrious girls giving
their mothers to my care as soon as selfish,
wicked ones"
"Ah, the hours are so crowded!' said
Life YEARLY. Girls who are cultivated
or take an active part in life have no
time to take care of the mother who spent
so much time Ill bringing them up"
Then | must place my seal on her
brow" said the Angel of Death, bending
over the sleeping woman.
mo! Nc!' cried Marion, spr1nging
from her seat; L will take care of her, II
you will only stay"
'Dauz liter, you must have the night
mare. Wake up, dear. fear you have
missed your history class.
Never mind, mamma, Pm not going
to-day. l am rested now, and | will make
these button holes while you curl up on
the sofa and take a nap. I'll send word
to the guild professor that | must be ex-
cused to- day, for | am going to see to sup
per myself, and make of those mullins you
like. Now go to sleep, mamma, dear, as
| did, and don't worry about me. You are
of more consequence than all the Ian
guages or classes in the world"
So, after being snugly tucked in warm
afghan, with a tender kiss fron her
daughter, usually too busy for such de mon
STATIONS, Mrs. Henson fell into a deep,
restful sleep.
Il see we might have lost the best of
mothers in our mad rush to be educated
and useful in this hurrying, restless day
and generation" Marion soliloquizad, as
she occasionally stole glance at the sleep
ing mother. After this what time she
does not need I shall devote to outside
work and study. Until she gets we'll re-
stored | shall take charge of the house, and
give up all ocieties except one-that | IL
have mysel if, the other girls won't join
A society for the prevention of cruelty to
mothers"
And Marion kept her word. And a
few months later one of her friends re-
marked to her:
I'VE miss your bright essays so much,
Miss Marion. You seem to have lost all
you ambition to be highly educated. You
are letting your sisters get head of you
| fear. How young your mother looks to
have. grown daughters! l never saw her
looking so we'll"
Then Marson fell rewarded for being a
member of what she calls the IS. P. c.
M."-Sheltering Arms.
THE KITCHEN.
RASPBERRY AND BLACKBERRY SYRUP.
Mash the berries and set in a warm