Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1899-08-23
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/ THE ROSARY OF A RAMBLER.

It has been matter for wonder that
some one has not noted the similarity
between 1.-The Man With the Hoe" of
Markham and IA Parable" of Lowell.
Fortunate may the living poet feel that
he is not accused of plagarizing from
the writer, whose pen has been lain
down for years. For readers are apt to
forget that the world is, after all, only
a little stage, and men and women
and things are much the same.
The eternal verities Of life-love and
hate and work and worship, joy and
sorrow and fear and death, are every
where the same. The Trainings may diff
fer widely but the pictures, If they are
painted true and strong, must, of neces-
sity, be alike. Yet human kind longs
for something new. And in the day
when the longing was strongest, there
came the impressionist and his work
and he received homage for his origin
atty. But there are those who appre-
ciate green grass more than purple and
they are those who prefer truth,
which is old to an originality that is
false.
At the risk OF becoming the picking
some day and see how many of your
friends would rather be different than
right" It may be only in the discussion
of the latest fashion, the newest book.
most popular play or the hero OF the
hour, but your acquaintance is limited,
indeed, IL you do not mentally jot down
many who pose as super -critical. But,
as you value your standing in the COM
munity and your place among your
friends. breathe not what you have
noted.
Yet why is it that one should boast of
this exclusiveness in taste. What mis-
take one makes If he fears to be appre-
ciative lest he should not seem analyt-
ical! Education has seemed sometimes
almost curse, when it has taken away
the enjoyment in common and little
things for one can not always satisfy
a too aesthetic taste and, in a life where
dainty and strong and rough are
strangely mingled, 1t is well to be
friends with them all.
A young woman of our city, who is
attending the normal, came home the
other afternoon and threw down her old
school bag. brought out from an almost
forgotten corner in the attic, and said:
81 dreaded the institute work so much,
but don't know when I've had so good
a time. Why it SENS just as If l Were
a little girl again, and / actually felt
queer with my hair piled up on my
head, for 1T seemed as If 1t ought to be
hanging down my back in two long
braids. If it had been and had lost
one of the ribbons and some boy had
snarled both braids with burrs, the
transformation would have been com
plete.' Which only shows that if the
days are warm and the lectures long,
there is one girl who Is enjoying this
enforced schooling. Perhaps it is need
less to say. however, that this is he1
| first normal.
We are called tickle and changeable
as the days go by and we do not care
| for the things we once enjoyed so much
and the pleasures which once We're 81
i exciting have become tame and unin
1 teresting. Yet we are only human, an,
| from being censured should be pitied
4 For we suffer most, and we are the one.
| who long for the old-time glow, which
can never be felt again. 1t does no
take us many years to learn that we arr
happier when we desire, even if oul
wish is not granted. than we are wher
we have the coveted thing and the de
sire for 1t is gone.
A little girl of many years ago is re-
called. whose cup of happiness seemed
running over when she wore her first
pair of kid gloves. 1t was in the VIM
ter time that she was given the dainty
covering for her hands, and their
warmth was so much less than the
knitted mittens she had worn that the
prudent mother urged the little girl te
keep her hands under the robe in the
sleigh as they rode. But, all! her hands