The Savannah morning news., 1901-04-07

leans Picayune, tells of famous London
doctor whose consulting rooms were al
ways thronged with patients, who owed
most of his success to the impressive man
ner in which he clasped his patients
hand at the door as they left him, and
| exclaimed, Don't brood Most of them
| had been brooding before they came to
him over financial loss or sorrow, or do
nestle unhappiness, or ill-health, and they
fully intended broodng again when they
left him, but somehow the dramatic and
| almost tragic tones in which the doctor
uttered the injunction made them pause.
Don't brood" echoed in their ears as
| they departed To fly in the face of such
a solemn injunction seemed almost ike
tempting Providence, and when it comes
| to the pinch none of us. is quite pre-
pared for the worse. They dared not
brood. They longed to, for nothing is
| more subtle temptation than to indulge
ones self in the luxury of gloating over
ones misfortunes and plying ones self
as the most unhappy and unlucky of NOR
tails, but out of the silence and the gloom
came the Doctors warning, "Dont brood,
and they felt forced to brace up and as
sumo cheerfuller attitude towards life.
| Insensibly their health improved and the
physicians fame as a healer spread
throughout all the length and breadth Of
the kingdom.
We all know that worry drains the sys-
tenn of vitality, and that it is the things
that annoy us, instead of the work we
do that leave US exhausted when the
day is done. Work done with a light
heart never tires u.s. and the trouble that
we meet with brave and steadfast cour-
age is already half conquered. 1t is the
grief and misfortune that we allow our
selves to brood over that destroy the
body and soul.
1t is strange, too, how things grow
when we brood over them. The magic
bean that shot up to the clouds in sin
gle night is nothing to the phenomenal
growth that a trouble or wrong can take
on If we plant the seed in some silent
hour and water it with a few tears. We
have a little cough, for instance. In
stead of taking our ailments out into the
sunlight. we begin to brood over them.
We recall pathetic Gases of young lives
blighted by consumption. We dig back
into our family history and rake up an
cestors who had coughs, and before we
know it we are trembling on the brink of
the grave in Imagination, at least, and
really have brooded ourselves into semi
inValidism. Or maybe it is some little
criticism, or a misunderstanding with a
friend. Perhaps one word of explanation
might have set II right at first, but the
minute we begin to brood over it we see
a deadly insult, and malice and all I'M
charitableness in it, and not all the king s
horses and all the kings men can ever
cement the broken bonds of affection be-
tween us again.
Don't broodr' Those two words are a
fine motto for women. Women worry
and vivisect themselves and their affairs
zoo much. They not only cross bridges
before they come TO them, but they go out
of their way to build them. There is no
reason for taking life too seriously. We
can labor better and accomplish more TO
the accompaniment of laughter than tears,
and the best medicine for an aching heart
or sick body is a good, hearty. blood
stirring laugh.
This actually happened at dinner par
ty the other evening, says the Times
Democrat of New Orleans.
II couldn't go to the st. Joseph's Night
cotillton," she said, for" blushing, 81
have been vaccinated.'
"Where?" asked the overfresh young
man.
I'm New Orleans" she answered limo
Gently.
How things changed" exclaimed fash
ionable suburban woman to the New
York Tribune recently. "And what a vol
atile people We are' she continued; al
ways rushing from one thing to another.
Two years ago nothing was talked of at
my house except golf. In the winter the
family played over the snow with red
balls. and in rainy weather they made
putting green's of the rugs, and arranged
course through the house, despite my
protests, while at the table absolutely
nothing was talked about in the season
but the one absorbing topic, each indi-
vidual relating his or her daily experience
on the links as If it were of the utmost
Importance Now golf is rarely, If ever
mentioned, but 1t is only a change OF
masters as far as l am concerned, who
am not a sport in any sense of the word
Bridge whist is the present rage of my
family and instead of hearing nothing
talked of by the members of my house
hold but wonderful drives marvelou:
puts unfortunate 'brassies,' impossible,
'bunkers' and so on, now, I, who do moi
play golf and hate cards, must perforct
listen to accounts of extraordinary
hands, heated discussions about variou;
leads the correct way of 'finessing,
a low honor the theory of penalties,
the proper making of 'trumps,' what sh'
did and he did, what she ought to have
done and what he ought to have done, etc
All this Is discussed and redlscussed un
til you would have thought that the sub
ject was worn threadbare. But not a
| an next SNeiliS at dAhAti lht S0thO tdAr
goes on, and the next night and the next
until / simply long for some rationa
compaions who are not afflicted with thu
craze"
1.-THE ardent bridge player must have hel
game every day or she is miserable. No
long ago one of these enthusiasts founC
herself one of the members of hous'
party where the host disapproved of carC
playing What was to be done! Bridg,
she must and would have. She concerted
a plan; she interviewed the rest of the
party. found that they would all IKE L
play, and arranged to have all who wish
ed to make rendezvous every afternoon
about O'Clock meet at large outlying
barn in the hayloft, where among tbs
bales Of hay they played secure from
interruption, especially as the daughte
of the house was one of the culprits, anC
arranged their plans accordingly.
"You have no idea how completely
bridge whist has spoiled my winterv
complained a middle aged woman whose
friends are all devotees of the game. g
was brought up 10 think card playinl
! wrong, and IN the beginning I took
stand against H. and would neither pla,
or allow Il to be played In my house
The consequence Is that I have entirely
, ceased TO be persona grata anywhere "a
a luncheon party. while my own invita-
lions are either declined or accepted will
proYiso that the recipient will be oblg
ed to hurry away TO make up a table