Middletown transcript., 1898-03-12
Our Woman's
Column
THOUGHT IN WORK.

THOUGHT IN WORK.
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thoughts which are never expressed by
an adequate action. The thinker has
not mental force enough to bring his
strong feelings into proper manifesto.
tion. Still those who have intuitiye
power to see through his poor attempts
at expressing his thought may discern
the fine motives which underlie his
misshapen efforts. The painters rude
vague fgrres will show to those who
can understand what grand objects he
has longed to express. And the wIi'
ter's thought, though clothed in un-
couth language, will tell to those who
read between the lines all that the
writer longed to say and could not.
But those with intuition enough to
read below the surface are few and
rarely met. Generally the world reads
only what it sees on the outside. So
those who would appeal to the greater
part of the people must learn how to
express what they feel; for if they de-
spise proper expression, their thought
itself may be despised by those who
Judge entirely by the expression. And
most people do.
To our own conscience it is neces-
sary that our motive be pure and that
our thought be right. To the locker
on or hearer something more is needed.
We may act from love, but our act
must also be lovely. We may speak
out of kindness, but our speech must
be kind or our motive may be mis-
understood.
The head. waters of a little stream
may be clear and pure and sweet and
abundant. But if the stream flows in.
TO sight through rubbish and mud and
refuse it will be scorned by those trav-
elers who cannot go back to the source
to prove its purity and beauty.
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WOMEN THROW HOT SHOT.
"You can't appreciate what may be
embodied in that term bitter sweet"
sighed Limpton, 'till you hear two
society women in conversation, each
hating the other fervently. yet smiling,
laughing and looking angelic while
they are stabbing each other as cruelty
and vigorously as thouge it were real
duel to the death.
"This is between us, but ] just came
away from little scene coz frming my
view of tbecase. Binckley's wife had
called on mine. Mrs. Binckley had
said somewhere that Mrs. Limpton
looked prematurely old, and that she
dressed in exeerable tas;e. considering
her appearance. OF course some good
friend told Mrs. Limpton. expected
blue blazes when the two met, but the
event showed far more diplomacy than
is displayed in the management of in
ternational affairs. When Mrs. Binck-
ley called Mrs. Limpton kissed her,
clung to her hand. .chided her for not
coming oftener, and then, in the soft
est tones of solicitude, asded her If she
was troubled with malaria, now pre-
valent. You look so yellow she went
on.' and drawn. 1 always have you 10
mind as plump and rosy. Do take
treatment, DEAR
s.sIts nothing serious laughed Mrs.
BiDckley. The doctor tells me that
person with strong eyesand teeth always
has wonderful recuperatiye powers.
It i s only matter of a short time and
not at all as though I had stepped per-
manently from my prime into old age.'
"This was hot shot, for my wife has
worn glasses ever since she was a little
girl, and some of her prettiest teeth
were supplied by dentist, but she
blandly told of how many of her dear
est friends who had misleading ap-
pearance of health had gone with quick
consumption, and they fell to talking
about hired girls. Woman is sphinx.
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GINGER BREAD.
Sift one heaping teaspooHful baking
powder with three half pints -four.
Stir half cupful butter or lard with one
cup sugar to cream, adding two eggs
one at time, stirring few minutes
between each addition. Add one tea
spoonful ginger, half teaspoonful mace.
half teaspoonful salt, one cup molasses.
Then add alternately half cupful cold,
strong coffee and the -four. Pour the
mixture into square pan, previously
well buttered and Toured and bake in
slow oven.
SAID ABOUT WOMEN.
A light wife doth make heavy hus-
band. d.-William Shakespeare.
Woman is the sWee' est present that