Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1895-12-29

S.l. tue utollt u ~ AAlO OI-ApA RNSFA~ =
affairs. l told you ne was a sensible
saint. In with the ninth commandment
may be read the order fOrbidd.ng the
telling Of a secret, the saying of mali
cious things. the being glad tOrhear i'll
Of others. and the giving to bad ser
want a good character. Isn't my saint
practicable? Then, with the tenth COM
mandment, we are warned against being
disconnected with what we have and
we are advised against being annoyed
at the sight of beauty or gold possessed
by others. OF course. he said a great
many other things, but these are the
ones thar 1 especially remember.
NEW RESOLUTIONS.
And while the bells are tOlling, l am
trying to think how best 10 keep the
book OF the new year free from the
black marks that mean mistakes. And
the law and the prophets are summed
up in this: Thou shalt love thy neigh
Dor as myself DO we? is it love that
induces you 20 tell me q witty ana
malicious story about my neighbor? IS
il love that induces you 70 hurt me TO
the heart as you tell me Of fault IN
some one that 1 love? is it love that
impels me me TO answer you in an ugly,
sarcastic way? And TO attempt TO less
en- that which seems 10 YOU 10 be very
great? IL is q miserable, poor love, IL YOU
call it that / wonder when we all are
to be judged whether much viii be for
given because Of real lOye-it seems TO
me it viii. Women all the world over
make their love their life. and starye
themselves, sometimes mentally, some
times physically because Of it; deny
themselves much for dear loves sake
and then are hurt by it. 1t isn't wise
10 love too well. Love q child; some
day il strikes you. The blow doesn't
hurt. Ii is given with the soft hand Of
a child, but TOO Oftenu the day comes in
the future when the blow is given in a
different way, and it hurts your heart;
hurts il so that the wound makes a
brUise and you never forget it.
Some day you love a man. Love him
as only a woman can love. To him you
Offer your best, mentally and physical
ly; you joy in being his slave. And the
day comes when he tires Of YOU. You
have loved too much. My friend, if
you want to be a happy woman, have no
strong emotions. LEI all your loves be
placid ones, and then your heart Will
never be hurt. 1t is true that the full
ness Of life will never come to you, but
you viii be saved so much pain, and
that means so much when you are a
woman. And the bells swing to and
fro, and il seems just now as if they
were singing a merry sort Of song, but
they are not. Ii is a death song. II is
What have you lost in ninety-fiye? At
some house there stopped a little white
hearse and took away dead child, and
that mother thought her grief the great
est. At some house no hearse waited,
but children died to those who loved
them, died such deaths that their names
are no longer spoken. To one woman
nlneJy-tive brought a bridal veil: an
other 1t shrOuded in crape-which is
the happiest? And what will come in
ninety-six? Every year We hope for
something better and every year the
same old story repeats itself. And we
close our eyes and see Solomon in all
his glory, and hear him say: There is
nothing new under the SUM-" Men die.
now as then, but not because they love
women Women suffer because they
are women, and the word woman EQUALS
the word fool. And the days are no
longer and no more full of sunshine
than they were thousands Of years ago.
And We talk about our knowledge. and
our great inventions, and we are as ig-
nOrant as the lowest Of the slaves who
stood around and waited on the wise
old Egyptian.
We have a great cOuntry-we hear il
called that often enough to knOw-and
yet 1t is a country badly governed, and
from which not One-half of the good
possible is gained. We call ourselves
a great people, and yet yesterday found
all our interests in a murder trial: to-
morrow Will concentrate itself on the
sneak thief, and the next day on a pro-
fessiOnal liar. And OF the making of
books, there is no end. And how many
Of them are worth reading? How
many Of US are saints? How many of
us are sinners? And the bell tolls and
seems to say, Not many not many!
not many"
WE'LL WHAT ARE WE TO DO?
Let US do the best we can. Start out
with the intention of making some one
soul happy each day In the year. Put
away all the mean little sins. Those
are the sins we women incline to. En-
w, malice, hatred and all uncharitable-
ness. Cultivate smiles, not tears. Cul-
tivate belief in humanity. Never mind
if YOU are deceived once, twice or three
times. Keep on believing in people and
being happy. There is a good deal of
happiness to be got, but it needs look
ing after.
Take up your hand glass and look
again, while l Whisper something to you.
A happy woman, my friend, is a beau
tiful woman. Malice makes wrinkles
around the lips and draws the corners
of the eyes down so that they seem
small. Hatred gives a hard look to the
face. while Uncharitableness causes
wrinkles. But if you are merry, your
eyes Will brighten and appear larger.
Your lips viii laugh and be fuller, and
no wrinkles Will be visible Therefore.
if for no other reason but to keep your
good looks, a woman ought to be good.
Then. too, a woman ought to be good
because a man should have something
TO look up 20. I like men, but I never
heard of q man teaching another man
to be loving and generous. 1t is the
women who make them noble, strong
and what they should be. manly.
Therefore. 1 want every woman who,
with me. is listening to the bells, to be
Just as good as she can, and then she
will be happy. l know she WILL l am
sure of il. No woman ever did what