The age-herald., 1900-01-07
THE MURMUR
 OF THE WORLD

My sole earth's heaven, and my heavens
 claim
 Rose-lipped Laughter, fair daughter of Jey is Loves fair sister, For every self tfere is another self, for every life another life. for every hope another hope. for every love another love. for every good deed an- other good deed, for every charity another charity. for every generous impulse an other generous impulse for every sigh an other sigh. for every heart-throb another heart-throb. for every prayer another lrayer! Every life longs another life to meet; without which life every life is in- complete II is forever borne upon the winds that blow in balmy blessedness from the south "It is myself. mine own selfs better part Tn this there is heard the loye-song of the world. and whosoever does not hearken to that song must dwell in the outer darkness against which the light of joy breaks vainly as the foamy white waves of the sea are hurled back by the shores that answer with hollow echoes of resentfulness. Passionate appeal is not always heard in affection nor even in tol- erance. The cry of the charged heart sometimes breaks upon the wandering wind, and no answer comes at all.
 In the cloister of her soul at the con fessional of G1er heart, every woman tells herself truth. The polished falsehoods of the drawing the boudoir the shad- owy places loved of lovers. cannot be spoken when woman is coming the roll or her secret thoughts. For herself she mas builded an altar and to it she comes m tender hours, with her cherished griefs and her dear delights. She would give LID neither, though the world demanded Sweet heart or wife, or what not a woman never surrenders full confession to any soul save ner own, never gives up her ideals, never denies her illusions She claims those as prfVilges because of her piety. her fidelity. her suffering, her happiness or her hopes or something scarce understanded of men. perhaps her only claim is based upon Womans supreme and unanswerable req son, Becausei In truth that is no reason. put is an excuse which no man would deny woman. It is her prerogative by right sublime, and, God bless herl she shall possess it until the "last syllable of re- corded time! It is enough-that all reaching all comprehending aH-answering because That is her reason for loving. hopmg, striving, praying, watching. wait lhg-ah, yes, even hating. It was writ of old:
 Heaven hath no rage. like love to haired
 turned, Nor hell fury like woman soou,os
 It is all, Because Evervtbino vvit., woman is, Because. In her own 1itt1a sanctuary, in her own little prayers in be. own little way, she names the dear lftt1e secrets of her dear little hesrt ,o bo,..,e ana to none other-lBeeause! Let if he so We should not love her half so r,,,,, ,c l were not. And it shall be so. whatever oetiae. Ah unknowable for ever lovar,Ie womanl
 EVery woman is at heart an angel, Man may make her otherwise. Man Is canahla le many lnJustices many cruelties. But vo- man makes for good. She eatbers o,,. "eart-strlngs in her tender strong. brave hands, and would lead us along eou,ar,, ways or stony to the summit where truth and love and hope abide and the briebter hgnt of the higher life beats in splendid radiance She may come as some laughing testing loving Penelope out of the West
 
 form swaylng and bending in nameless beauty and grace to the emotions of q proud soul, proudest in weaving wreaths of happiness and painting rainbows of the nobler promise; her sunkissed hair crown ing her in gentle majesty; her heart beating back wave on wave of love, and loving every wave; her ears attuned to the soft discord of lovers vows, her spirit respond ing as the rose bends to the kisses Of the breezes that gently blow; as one fashioned to be adored, to love and be loved; and one right regal in the sembance of a high priestess at the altar whereon are laid loyal hearts that were high-beating in the grand passion! Cometh she so. we bend the knee in her presence.
 
 Upon radiant Christabel the softly shaded lights softly fell, if the intangible glow were a sentient thing caressing her The wealth of her superb loveliness brought men about her, as the golden-winged bees would hum to the heart of the rarest flower in the brightest garden. She must have known the effect. Women always know a thing like that. Her heart beat high, her eyes fiasheyt,f from sweetly liquid deeps her lips parted in smiles and curved in laughter; tensely, intensely, her words were bordered upon eXultation, and she bounded through the proud hour of woman's life, as happy as a little bird beginning to sing. An, the magic of that woman's presence! She thrilled, and filled with masterful passion her worshipers. One looked at her and wished it were always evening, the world in full dress, with wine and women and song and howers:-with that woman al- way She was such a picture drives all beIholders nobly mad, a beautiful woman. About her was the glamor of glory that nothing could dim. moment with her closed the record of years of unrest and the truest of men might cast his mantle be- fore her that she should walk carpeted way. She was wondrous fair, wondrous loving!
 The fool sneers at love: the wise love it. All of life is to love. They are accursed who find it not in their hearts to love beau- l tiful women, good women, and true men, | good men: little children, and truth and 1 charity: the flowers, the sunshine, the | showers in their season; hope, faith; | goodness for the sake of good; virtue | for the sake of virtue; honor for the sake l of honor: and God for the sake of all that | is worthy in any way whatsoever. | hoe oil