The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1899-09-08

And the child mind choked with weeds,
The daughters heart grown willful
And the fathers heart that bleeus!
No, no; from the streets rude hustle,
From the trophies from mart and stage,
I would fly to the woods low rustic.
And the meadows kindly page.
Let us dream as Of yere by the river
And be loved for the dream alway
For the dreamer lives forever.
But the toiler dies In day.
John Boyle O'Reilly.
Foresight in Choosing Career.
In most cases both of men and women
dustrial pursuits arise from Il lack Of
thought in choosing a career. That
is fatal to any endeavor. \ grave
and daily recurring mistake is made in
seeking the fields that are already over"
full and not looking affair for new occu-
pations. If fewer girls would qualify
themselves for the overcrowded profess
sions, and fit themselves for other skilled
employments and newer industries, there
would be fewer discouraged, anxious,
overburdened women.
The careful mother who watches her
child and takes note of its developing
tastes and studies it's natural inclinations
can assist much in deciding the question
of occupation, and help the girl to find
the place which is to be hers in the
world. The lives of women who have be-
come famous in various lines of work
show that as children they spent many
hours hours in counterfeiting the work in
nent. The child's occupations were
the woman's in embryo. Foster
ing. taste, strengthening an incli-
nation, this can be quietly done by the
mother, and under such training the
question will almost settle itself. She
is fortunate girl who has mother
who can set her with her face in the
right direction toward her lifework. Once
her place is found the girl who would
make her work profitable must pursue it
diligently, striving with all her might to
render herself as nearly perfect in it as
possible. This is an age of competition,
and only the best will succeed. Unless
one strives necessarily to get to the TOP
she will remain at the bottom, and down
there lies the threatening monster-starya-
ton. Unless in filling her position she
can make her influence and power fell,
broadly and beneticently. unless she can
develop and bring the best, the noblest
nature to her work, she has not chosen
the right work or the right place in which
to pursue it.-Sallie Joy White in Wom-
ans Home Companion.
The Friendships of Women.
Il have been so dissatisfied with so
many people lately the younger woman
was saying, that am almost afraid that
| am a peSsimist. | meet women with
whom l am charmed, and I cultivate
their acquaintance, only to find in a short
time +t that there is something about this
one that do not like, and another thing
about that one, until l am not only dis
pleased with them, but with myself. 1t
seems to me that must be disagreeably
critical and fastidious. l think I could
count the people-the women whom
care to call my friends upon my fingers. -
"And if then they would cover the ten
fingers of your two hands l should say
that you were cosmopolitan in your
tastes returned the older woman, with
decision. Il find that as | grow older
the word friendship means more and
more to me, and become more and more
fastldious, as you call it,"
But it is not that alone" went on the
younger woman. almost hesitatingly.
When have thought l liked woman
very much. and then find l am much
disappointed in her, fairly dislike her,
and L dislike her almost in proportion to
my liking her in the first place. 1t seems
to show such an unpleasant disposition.
Yes, l can, exactly said the older
woman. You are only learning what
we all of us have to learn in time. You
are learning that people who make real
and satisfactory friends are hard to
lind. You try to make friends of peo-
pie who would be agreeable to you only
as acquaintance. You have admitted
them too far into your inner reserve, and
are proportionately displeased when YOU
thar hn
One can have acquaintance galore, and
it IS very pleasant to have them, but
friends? All, that is different matter.
did you ever hear the story of the
Frenchman and the lady Of whom he
was enamorcd? He asked her to marry
him, but she refused. L cannot marry
you, she said, but l will be your friend
My friend? No. answered the
Frenchman, 1 love you, and l would mar
ry you: but my friend? No, I do not
know you we'll enough
Il am more and more impressed every
year with the difficulty and almost i'm
possibility of making real friends. The
trouble is we are all human. We begin
when we are young and enthusiastic with
warm friendships, and we expect perfec-
ton in our friends. Then, if we find
persons whom we have considered nearly
perfect wanting in one thing we accuse
them UP altogether. And gradually and
with heavy hearts we find that the lists
of our friends have become attenuated
By that time, however, we may have
learned one lesson of the humanness of
the world, and If we can reinstate some
of our old friends, taking them for the
good that is in them, tolerating the bad,
knowing that they must do the same
with us, we are doing we'll. And we
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apprenticeship before we admit them to
the ranks Of our friends.
''You have made the mistake of not
doing that. Friends are rare jewels that
cannot be found on every corner. You
dislike people because you stand in a
false relation to them. 1t is more sim
pie matter to bring an acquaintance to
a stage Of intimacy that to get it back
to a more formal footing. You cannot
macy gradually, but you cannot destroy
the fact that it has been. You did not
find the friend for whom you were look
ing, and you have lost what might have
been pleasant acquaintance. You like
these women, but-you always add that
but in your thoughts-there is little
barrier which prevents an absolute lik-
ayes, that is just it, exclaimed the
younger woman, eagerly. 1.-THE only
thing is that l should be ashamed to
confess some of the small things that
prejudice me against people, little hab-
its Of theirs, and perhaps a practice of
gossiping about other people, which
makes me feel that my turn will come
at the first opportunity. But l can't say
anything about that last, for the people
| like thoroughly and love dearly do it.
Do you believe that every woman tells
the most sacred and secret things she
knows about every other woman?"
'Oh, my DEAR" said the elder woman,
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