Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1899-12-21

iuhBaHlCBS anu DOCKS uuOIouou. bstH |
came and found me sitting discon-
solntely by the fire, regardless of the
fact had promised to select n package
of books for her to send away Christmas.
What's tho matter? Blues'again?"
she began. Not getting any response
and any encouragement fol- further dis
cussion she sat down on the rug before
the fire with me.
After few minutes of silence, inter-
rupted only by the ticking of the clock
and Jerry's deep breathing, she began
eyes, we all have them, some more
than others, but not one of US can
escape them in tho realm of femipinity.
disappointment? Maybe; but it is
oftimes liver. Blue devils Prosper
Merrimee's 'Inconnu' calls them, and
she writes knowingly. DO men ever
have them. Blues? Yes. But they
don't call it that name and they geuer-
ally swear and go take drink, and it
is all over. There is no accounting for
the blues, you are Just as likely to have
them on the day your Paris gown ar
rives as on the day your rival goes out
to play golf with your best young man.
The effect is somewhat similar TO an
attack of indigestion and one becomes
stupid and restless and irritable. Rude
to ono's best friends and nuisance to
everybody. While the feeling is on you
can do nothing. You can't sit down,
you can't walk If you start out you
wish you were at home; If you are at
home you wish you were out. Ii you
feel them particularly acutely, you wish
you would die; then you wonder who
would care il you did die, and get
savage and feel angry at everybody.
especially at yourself, aEG only anatomi-
cal reasons prevent your kicking your
self Blues aie more apt to come at
night than in the day time. Out in the
bright sunlight, when the whirl of tho
WORT .a-day world and pleasures cog
wheels are going around at a rapid
rate, you can't stop TO sulk. he roar
OF the practical world browns the little
devils that are singing their minor-key
ed misel les. No one is so hopelessly
ignorant about the blues as the woman
who has them, unless it be the doctor
TO whom she goes. They simply know
nothing about them. III he is scient-
list, he will tell you your mental organi-
cation needs toning up, or he may toll
you that 1t Is your stomach that
troubles you. But neither one nor the
other will satisfy the patient and she
goes on nursing her malady until,
Whit, great big pure breeze of doing
fol. others. and -self-forgetfulness blows
over her, and, presto, the blues are
gone. We hear nothing of blues in
ancient history, but | am sue it IL
because the word had not been coined.
Zantippe, 1 know, had the blues and
Socrates disagreeable friends called
them temper. Cleopatra had the blues
| for why else would she have done all
those cratic things2 A little attack Of
blues with her was cured by the trial
of new poison on an old slave, or Just
a little pleasantly obtained by cutting
off the heads OF a few slaves who talked
too much, Marie Stuart had the blues
and it was flirting, which was hor
antidote for this malady, which cost
her sc dearly. Yes,r blues are 1000
years old. They are weed which
tiourished best in feminine soil.
frankly think it was the blues that
sent Mother Eve pryine into the things
she was denied. Adam would not dis
cuss women's rights with her; he
would not make love to her; he hac
told ii once and she ought to be con
tent, he said, but womanlike, she
DHnK6r6u dltbT ubW stusubiOlb. IltuSt
she made bee line for that tree wher
first she spied the apple, and since
that time blues have been Mother
Eve Inheritance. A woman does no
have to have any real sorrow, or be ;
Cinderella sitting in the ashes longing
for the fine coach and prince, or 1
Penelope plying her needle and waiting
waiting, waiting, to feel blue. 1t come
to women of all ranks, and as l sait
before, it generally comes at night
When things go wrong In the morning
We hustle about and try to RICH
them; but when they go wrong n
night we read sentimental poetry o
sit in the dark and think what
hollow world it is. But as rule j
is NOT real sorrow that makes us blue
The actual thing is toe stern for senti
ment. 1t lie only the imaginary thing
Or the little obstacles in life's pathway
. the little disappointments that W
stumble over, the little atmosphere
changes, that makes us blue.
! IF we look the trouble to look 70
the cause of our blues we would ofte
, find that it is the want OF some definii
! plan of life and some vigorous aim o
object. Without law and rule, no
even tho games of children could exist
:. and the mono strictly the rules ar
I obeyed the greater the satisfaction
. and SO il is in this game of life-w
q must be in IL We want to play
: we'll, but we must learn the rules G
a the game and we must have som
= object and aim in playing it. The
!, again, women cannot get behind thei
: nature, and their nature is to substi
tute sentiment for reason. Tears an
i hysteria come Just as natural to theI
: as IL the whole world wagged by in
! pulse, and thus women nurse an
n keep warm that curious ailment --th
y blues-thinking it often sentiment.
: when we think we ale particular
! melancholy in hand and dissect il
i we will find it is not such u monste
q after ALL 1t often is. as Howell salt
! the idea, you know In his Nous
Trar,' IL was not the mouse tn
A women were afraid Of, it was justin
: idea. Sometimes the blues are M
I painful, they are rather a luxury, an
Ia sort Of tender sentiment nurtureC
- as Longfehow puts it,:
y A feeling OF sadness comes DER me
70 That my soul cannot resist,
y A feeling of sadness and longing
q That is not akin to pain
l. But resembles it only
.. As the mist resembles the rain.
10 "However il there Is cause for Il
blues, there is only one cure and thl
% is to kill it. of with its head
10 the Queen OF Hearts said in her gardel
ID was the only way to settle all disput
is at croquet. 1t is the old royal remed
lg The Roman Tarquin, when his 81
b asked him the best way of reducing
M dtannntnntad rity. did mt nngWnr HI
at once. but with his sword just toppt
lau.Is. II I.n