The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1896-07-17

iS AiarsyaS again,
The while your hand chooses
Its tender refrain.
Come. quick. touch the strings.
For your violin sings?
-Blunche Lindsay in The Speaker.
The Growing Girl.
One of the sad experiences in every
mothers life comes when she realizes
for the first time that her young daurh-
ter has grown away from her: that she
is no longer necessary to her: that the
little feet have already started on that
path or Ire where not even the closest
companionship can follow.
1t seems such little while since she
was a baby. Why only yesterday she
knelt at your knee and lisppI, Now |
lay me- and you were busy with her
pinafores. and school lunches, and now
already she is Il woman. Not quite of
course. bur she is putting her hair up,
afternoons and hang shamcfacedly over
the gate, and it comes to YOU with pang
that your little girl is almost grown.
You bitterly resent it, You want her
all to yourself. You had planned SHE
was to study this and that, and never look
at man until she was -. at least. She
was to profit by your worldly experiences
and learn that all the time spent in idle
hirtations-you shuddcr at the worlds
time worse han wasted. But here is
Dolly, with her head full of football
heroes and athletic sports, and the front
Of her bodice Il perfect arsenal of fra
tcrnity pins and college colors, and she
giggling and laughing just like you used
to do, dear madame, five and twenty
years ago.
What are you going to do about it!
Nothing. Your mother had the same OK
perience herself. and felt just as YOU
do, for the world is made afrcsh for
every human being who is horn into it.
You must have the same frantic and ira
tlonal friendships as a school girl: YOU
must be willing to die for the sake of
that Impossible heroine; you must weep
over sentimental poetry and dream Of
princes that come a-WOOilig, and feel the
bitter despair that you are certain moth
ing can ever Tighten because you did not
get to go to Il ball, or somebody danced
with somebody else. 1t is all a part of
the sweet medley of hopes and fears and
joys and sorrows that makes youth see
life like rainbow through it's fears.
In many lives this is the crucial time
when mother and daughters grow away
from each other. The tender tie that
binds them together is snapped. and if
ever mended always shows the ungainly
knot that marks the break. All the fool
ish little affairs, the SHY conversation of
immature girls and boys. the fan with
it's lists of names. the pointless jokes
that provoke such amending mirth may
pc Il sore trial to the woman of culture
She is in danger of ridiculing them and
so of alternating the little sensitive heart
that has turned naturally to her for SYM
pathy. 1t is Il fatal mistake that many
Il mother has spent Il lifetime in regret
ing.
~ 1T is not given to youth to be wise.
;Ihat Is Il blessing we purchase with bit
ter experience as we 20 along. and it's
track is marked with broken FRIENDSHIPS
and blasted loves and hard won
knowledge of the receptions of life The
wise mother. remembering this. will try
to go back herself in feeling to the prm-
rose time of life. and be her young
daughter's best friend and confident
One who is interested in all the little
happenings of her life. who believes that
t9 the, heroes OF old were no such remark
able personages as the center rush of a
tootbal! team. and that the wearing of /,
fraternity pin or Il military button is one
or the serious issues of life Such a
mother will keep her daughters heart.
and IN after years they will grow into
the perfect friendship that can only come
to those whose love is the slow growth
of lifetime.-New Orleans Picayune.
Social Problem.
A thoughtful woman remarked the
over. it is borne in upon me that after
noon teas are fast changing friends into
acquaintance and acquaintanccs into
strangers When we only see our
friends in their best gowns, and in the
society of others, we have to nourish our
interest and affection upon what we
have known of them under the surface
grow Indifferent and learn to live with
out them.
Our visiting-lists naturally become
longer with the passing of the Years.
since one meets charming new people,
and one does not neglect old friends.
but the time between sunrise and sun
set remains unchanged. and the demands
upon us increase as our children grow
older. our parents more feeble and our
realization of the sacredness of life and
opportunity more keen. Then at the
end OF the season we find that we have
rellgiously paid the social mint, anise.
and cumin,' have called upon our ac-
quaintances on their days with pune
tilious courtesy, but those for whom we
out of our lives
we all feel that the receptions Known
as afternoon teas" leave much to be de-
sired. We receive Il hurried greeting
from our hostess. who has only time per-
maps to ask some question showing per-
sonal interest, when her attention is
claimed by the next conner. and our an
swer is no longer of consequence. We
see familiar faces of friends here and
there, and hasten to exchange Il few
words with each, knowing that there is
no time for real conversation. and that
we have several other teas" for that
same afternoon, and must not stop too
long.
We hurry out of the house, and cnter-
OF hD1 ,.~1,4
though the relaxing of our muscles might
fetard our progress, and alight at an
other house, where is repeated the Same
scene that we have just left Upon our
return nome we have pleasant sense of
having accomplished much in Checking
on goodly number of social "ob'iga-
tlons, but to this feeling often sue
ceeds another that is less self-gratu
latory.. We reflect that society fills life
with imaginary duties: that our best
selves are dominated and stitled bv it's
petty conventlonalities: that our social
intercourse is built upon the trivial in
tercsts of our lives, and not upon that
which can make us any happier by Civ
ing us the joys of friendship or rvnn
bringing real relaxation. or any better
by developing and enrolling our immor-
tai part.
True society does not pretend to he a
moral teacher. IT. tells us how to dress,
now 10 DenaVc. ana, according to the
rigid traditional law of uniformitieS die
tates how we must cndeavor to amust.
ourselves and entertain our friends; but
why may we not make our very respect
full bow to Dame Fashion and her satel-
litcs be careful not too tlagrantly to out
rage their sense of what is fit, but claim
for ourselves little time to enjoy each
Other?-Harper's Bazaar.
The Summer Hall.
The hall in the summer home should
be next in it's inviting appearance to the
broad piazza, which is in reality the
most important part of the house. If
there is not room for a parlor and large