The daily morning journal and courier., 1895-03-13
On Growing Old.
From Harper's Bazaar. l

from haFpelS AdZAf.l
 The wind was blowing pleasantly in
 at the window of a room where an eld- erly lady sat at her desk opening the
 letters which the mail had brought her.
 The lady's hair was white and wavy
 around her temples, and it was an afflic-
 tion to her artistic eye that the knot at
 the back of her head was undeniably
 brown. This contrast seemed to her a type also of her life the brown hair
 lending her an imagination and as
 pirations which the gray would never let her carry out, The silver strands seemed ever holding her back like silken
 threads
 As she opened her last-letter there fell out two cards, one bearing the name of Mrs. James Tucsington Carroll and the other-a tiny card tied to the large by white ribbon bow-read Edith Tuck ington Carol
 "Now," said the lady aloud, Mrs Carol never sent me that. Nobody but her father would have thought of me Dick knew I should be interested in hearing of his tandchild-dear old Dickr'
 And this sent the white-haired lady's thoughts back along the vista of years alas! how many-when her hair was all brown, and she and Dick had passed so many happy days together, both so young and bouyant.
 .Dlck dear" she wrote, you sent me this card, know. and 1t was good of you; but how doyou like being a grand father? You did not in the least look like a grandfather when I remember you. Are you gray? Do you like grow ing old, Dick? I'm growing old too, and I don't like it at all That is, my feet are growing old but my heart thumps and bangs around as young as it ever was. That's the horrld part of it. If all of me grew old together could bear it better But I think I too should like a grandchild to hold in in my arms. It's hugging the babies that keeps us fresh, and a woman's heart at-my age-4longs as devoutly and legitimately for a grandehild as ev- CT in younger days it cherished the thought of paternIty.n .n
 Dicks reply %assfot long in coming Dicks replies never were long in com ing
 My dear +." he wrote q was de- lighted to receive tydur sweet little note. l am bearing my new honors with much dignity, Should you ever reach the age and responsbility nA becoming a grand mother, just amble along at your natur- al gait. do just as you always have done, and nobody will ever know the difference. This is the experience of a fellow who has tried the experience of being grapdpapa~ for month, and knows what h is talking about. Am gray? We'll yes, a little, but you wouldn't know it across the street. My arms are getting little short for read ing, except in a good light. When the light is bad I put on pair of eye glasses. Nothing the matter with my eyes, but it's easier on my arms, not having to hold it out so straight. don't stoop worth eent You complain of your feet not Keeping up with the iuvenillty of your heart. Well, dearie when l tried to play game of baseball | on the Fourth of July, I found that it 1 was my legs that wouldn't keep up through nine innings with my juvenil- | ty. I made a record in five innings as a sprlnter all the same, but for week | didn't sprint even little pitt Hereafter I am going to make my | Juvenile heart keep pace with kny un- or put acheckrein on it."