The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-06-14
SOME RAMBLING THOUGHTS.
BY MEMO.

(These Thoughts represent the utili-
cation of the spare moments in the life of
a busy layman. The aim is to lead in sn
optimistic way to a better understanding
of life, its grandeur and responsibilities
Why not let our Thoughts" wander
for awhile around that creation-old sub
ject, Woman? The difficulty is to be
moderate in our language, since we men
are apt to express ourselves regarding
the whole sex just according
to whether we have had fate
full of helpful experience with
one member of it. We are so com
mercial in our training that we make the
grand mistake in this instance of Judging
the whole by a sample, the fabric by a
thread, the house by a splinter We sum
her up individually just as we feel, for
from the fullness Of the heart the mouth
speaketh. To one she is like Arctic ice,
distant and abominably cold; to another
she is steel, moldable into a weapon of
fate, an anchor of hope or the narrow
ness of a razor-edge; or again she is a
ruby, warm and lustrous or, mayhap (to
bring a sudden end to simples), she is a
jelly-fish, so simple you think you can
see through her, so flabby you think you
can mold her, and yet capable of bringing
a smarting and hopeless ache into your
heart that neither concentration on other
subjects, nor years, will alleviate-But
another smile must come forth; to an oc-
casional one she is the very tonic of life;
her intuition detects the unworthy ambi-
ton, her frown condemns it, her smile
urges on to noble effort, her nod of an
proval energises the tagging spirits, her
gentle hand leads to the goal of victory
over self and over wrong.
But what thinks Memo" while he
scrawls this out almost illegibly and
chances ever and anon at the scenery fly
ing by the car in which he is travelling?
dence in their sound as they IaSs over the
fish-plates. The clatter begins to form
itself into syllables in the ear. There it is
now "Prod-i-gal prodi-i-gal, prod
gal" and every moment of diverted At
tention strikes into the ear again. prod
i-gal, prod-i-gal, prod-i-gal." Even
the souiless train is thinking in concert
with me, and coinciding with my thought
of woman as 8 sex and as power in the
world.
A misanthropic father one time brough.
up a son in entire seclusion from all Wo-
mankind. When manhood approached he
led the boy out through the world on a
tour of observation and described to him
the various creatures athey met. As thew
went there came tripping along the path
a sweet young girl, swinging her hat and
smiling from the very Slee OF existence.
''Father" said the startled youth, what
animal is that?" MY son." said the faith
err that is a very silly creature called a
goose 1t is also dangerous" When this
mythical tour was completed the father
was curious to known which creature the
hoy would like to have for a pet. He in
stantly blurted out, Father. buy me a
goose"
surely as the tides ebb and flow, as sure
rs the influence of gravitat:on, the man
Will seek the woman as his complemental
norton. During his boyhood she is 10
him 'only a girl" with a decided tinge
of superiority in the tone he uses. But
Gradually his eyes are opened and she
6acomes to him the tsummum bonuun .
the highest good in life. Everything that
has been dear to him before fades into
triviality. except as it recommends aim in
her ewes. He intercepts S~r path to
catch a smile. If he wins it, ne is raised
into the seventh heaven Of delight; if it
Is denied him, he is plunged into a de-
spair wherein even mother and home and
life, all, have no value to him. Woman