The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-05-22

othy DIX in the New orleans L lteF ui'e'
that we all believe our troubles 10 be the
greatest on earth. and that fate dehoer-
ately single us out as a receptacle for all
the job-lot of Affections she happened TO
have on hand at the time we were born.
We are convinced that we could bear our
neighbor3 troubles with a forutude and
Christian grace that would make US an eN-
ample TO the community, It is only oLr
own wol ries that are unendurable. We
can't understand. for the life Of us, WY
ether people should make such fuss
about every Htle thing that goes wrong
when they have SO much to be grateful
for. We can see the silver lining 70 every
CLOUD except our own.
Now such being the case, IL is evident
that the difficulty Is not so much thar
there are too many troubles. or even an
oversupply OF Affections. but that the
wrong people have gotten hold OF them.
and humanity is suffering from bad case
Of misdt worries. 1 was thinking OF this
the other day, and wondering how 1t could
be rem,died, when I fell asleep and had a
curious dream.
1 dreamed that I had gone into business
and established trouble exchange. where
people could come and trade off the worry
or grief they found so hard TO bear, for
somebody else's affection 1t was rather
largish place, much like any other brok-
er's office, with q few sample boxes OF as
sorted woes set around to give a business
like air J. was reading over, with com
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which I advertised the project, when 1
heard step at the door, and my first pa
tron arrived
She was trim and neat, and altogether
prepossessing looking, in spite of the cross
and fretful lines about her mouth. that
came. I thought, from perpetual Seeding.
rs this the Trouble Exchange?" she
asked
Yes" I responded. Have you worry
you would like to dispose Off"
Have I a worry?" she snapped. "Well,
should say I have. I am worried half
out Of my life. Anybody may say what
they like, but its lots easier to bear great
big sorrow than the little things that just
aggravate you day after day"
What is you particular trouble?" I in
quired. with a business air.
'It's the way my children clutter up the
house." she returned. you never saw
anything like 1t. I sweep and sweep, and
pick up and pick up after them and yet il
always looks like we had just passed
through a cyclone. Yousean't walk through
the hall without stepping on a ball or top,
or sit in a chair without danger of en-
countering a piece of bread and butter
only yesterday Georgia ruined my best ia
bic cover FASTING a kite, and Tommy split
open the music box TO see where the tunes
came from. have just been worried to
mat degree can't stand 1t any longer, and
II you've got anything that's nice and
quiet and easy, you could let me have ia
place of il I"
i should like to exchange with the
lady, said a quiet voice that made US
start. We looked around and saw a sad
laceo' gentle little woman, who went on
I've got a trouble, too, and 1 think we
should both be happier and better off for
the trade. 1 should like to exchange NV
loneliness for her worries with the chill
uren- l never had but one child, and he
ued. My house is a pattern of orderIi-
ness. A book is never moved, an orna-
Hent Is never broken, there is never a
scratch on the stair rail- or a CAV natter
OF feet across the hall or childish voice
breaking the stiffness. Often and often I
think l would give everything I nossese
Tor just such a clutter and litter as wor-
ries the other woman. Quick make out
the papers, and give me her worries for
my heart aches"
1T is a fair offer" I said, judiciously,
turning to the first woman. you'd better
take it,"
"But-but-I didn't think the stiffness
the lonely house-the children all gone"
she began.
QUICK, quick, make out the papers"
cried the little woman, but the other one
turned without word and went swiftly
out the door. The next two customers en-
tered at the same moment. One was a
working woman the other the finely
dressed wife of a rich man.
Il am tired of the grind of NV life
cried the working woman dscontentedlv.
ITS a shame for any woman to have 70
work. They ought to be supported. It
was never intended for women to work
Here have to be at my desk at 8 o'clock
IN the morning. and pound away all day
on typewriter, and what do I get out of
1t? A mere living! I'm tired of it and l
want to swap it off !"
You have your wages?" asked the rich
woman.
"Assuredly."
And you can do just as you please with
what you earn?" she inquired lyon never
have TO give an account of what YOU do
With every penny? If you were to soond
some money foolishly no one would re-
proach YOU? If you had Somebody sis
ter or brother-who-who had been IN
fortunate, and you wanted 10 deny your
Self. and send them some money TO tide
over bad place you could do it. and no
one would make cruel remarks that wonld
cut you TO the heart about them?"
We'll, Ia just like TO see ANYBODY try
1t, returned the working woman savage
ly.
IN trade your trouble for mine. then. ,
SAID the rich woman eagerly.
The working woman stared.
oh, you needn't look like thar e" re-
spohdod The other Il tell You many n
woman whom the shop girl envies Is an
wing tier. There's many a rich mans wife
who has never "a penny to bless herself
with. She can buy fine clothes, because
that reflects credit on her husband. She
telonss to him, and he wants to dress her
up and show her off, but he never gives
her cent 10 do as she likes with and
she eEvies the girl who earns her own
living and hrUws the Joys Of iDdsnepl-