The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1895-01-30
A Refreshing.

A Refreshing.
Mrs. Browning awoke with q feeling
of profound discouragement. There
seemed no reason in the world why
she should get up except that she was
obliged to do 20. There was nothing
that she cared to do, or be, or say. TO
shut her eyes and lie perfectly still for
horrs would be 80 delicious, It seemed
to her.
Though in happier moods she could
remember much i'm her life that was
bright and joyous, and was ready TO
admit that she had her fair share Of
good times; yet depre ssed as She was
at that moment, the past seemed 4
dreary, uphill road, and the future held
no hope bright enough to tempt her
on.
"How do men and women keep go
ing till they are 9O:" she asked her
self.
-lA-- l1AbA itAal- u q b@lAA o. fNhf s'-AN
felt very old and worn just and then
she thought with curiosity Of her aged
neighbor, Aunt Thankful, who was as
.herry a. the sunshine. Would she,
Mrs. Browning, travel the same old
stupid road for fifty years more-dress
and undress, eat and sleep, talk moth
ing with people for whom she did not
care. wash dishes, cook and sweep, buy
gowns and boots and bonnet=, and
wear them out? Oh, the sickening
moactony of il all
But was there not some way out ?
What was the meaning command
To live in the world and not oI it? Did
q mean that while the hands and the
Ieet, the various physical organs per
formed the d'Ities for which they were
needed and to which they were adapt
ID. the part that loves and hates, re-
ioiccs and grieves, the sensitive part,
rne soul, should live in realm for
which ii It was adapted?
From thispoint Mrs. Browning went
on To ask; "What am /, body or soul
If | am "a soul, shall be fettered 10y
the house | live il, or shall take the
power and the privilege of souls while
lSing this wonderful house of the
body" Mr.. Browning arose and
dressed herself, Tom the hired boy, was
building the kitchen fire. There was
sound of childrens' voices in the room
above. The sunshine flashed cheeTily
in through the windowpanes. \ song
sparrow WAS singing his good morning
O the world.
Has NOT a woman rs good right 30
%, glad as a bird ~ asked Mrs Brown
ing of herself Have | not enough for
,o-day, even strength enough? Why
should look beyond: ] VIII do what
can. | will rest all can. will
i've a real life, and not a life that i
ialf death. But that | may live in
very truth, | viii come 10 mine own
aid. ], the woman that can rightfully
claim hcreship in ail that Goa has made
viii not cringe to petty circumstance
( am not the servant Of these things
about ne. am the eliild that is he
ing educated by work, by disappoint-
ment by trial
Mrs. Browning was making the
breakfast rolls "a these thoughts, filed
her mind. The oven was hot Oh time.
The rolls arose To the desired point Of
lightness, and the children appeared
in the scene Mrs. Browning had
-natched a moment to pat ON a fresh
light wrapper to do honor 10 the break
fast table.
Mamma looked - bright and pretty
that lie May toddied to her side for
kiss. Mr.. Browning thought in his
partially dessicated heart that he gues-
-ei he would ask Mary ia 90 along to
the village with him whe lac carried
the grist that afternoon. She looked
50 like CID times that he really felt a.
il he would like TO have her company.
All the tears in the world would not
have brought him to that conclusion.
Mr.. Browning had come to her own
aid IN very practical way. She was
no longer in her wcrk, she was above
it, guiding ii, controlling i, from the
vantage point of spirit. Her Sogl sang
while her hands worked. she was no
longer her servant, the drudge, but the
child insaer Fathers world. Since she
Was in her Fathers house, what mat
ter in what room She work?
The ride 10 the anil filed a happy
afternO0a. The husband was cheercd
and Gplifted. When the two returned
IN the cool, iragran; glsaming the sight
If the home, the voices OF the children,
.he noisy greeting of the dog. the faces
IF the friendly cows pressed against the
1arS, all gave them a keen pleasure.
They had come to life from apathy
and desolateness, because a few drops
rom the divine overlooking had fallen
upon their open hearts. "CC4e 70 .
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