The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-11-01
CornheIds I'm Autumn.

Iney Slghe1 as the Gay went DOWN.
I'VE be weary toilers.'' they moaned.
I'VE have borne the scorching heat.
Meath the blows Of the hurricane we groaned,
We shivered midst hail and sleet.
"And day by day and night by night
And faithful hour by hour.
We labored to make and store Alright.
The grain Of the golden flour.
I'VE fed it with rain and honey-dew.
And the blood of the fertile earth.
The wine OF the sun from the air we drew
To fll its heart with mirth.
eve wrapped 1t in folds of parchment thin.
We decked 1t with silken lace.
We sang 1t songs as IT swung within.
Songs of the summers grace.
"Alas for the months of toll and paint
Alas for our treasured goldl
The huskers shall come with the yawning vain,
And wrench our wealth from our hold"
Was there an echo faint in the air
From toiling millions Of men.
Whose lives Of labor had left them bare
or wealth and ease? Nay. then"
I unused. as the night unfurled,
'our toll is its own reward:
To work, to grow. to serve the world.
That Is the Joy OF our Lord!'
"A woman has but two TOOLS" says a
writer In the Atlantic, ito the use of which
she is born-scissors and a hair pin. With
the first she does all her
A Woman's carpentering,' etc. The au-
Tools. thor's observation is acute,
but somewhat too restricted.
Certainly a hatpin and a button hook should
have been added to the list. for almost any
woman. An Indianapolis lady Of original
genius adds a ifth-she cultivates her flower
beds with a Ratchet. l once knew a woman
who owned a screw-driver. This possession
was regarded with awe, and borrowed by all
her ~neighbors in great emergencies. 1 once
borrowed it myself for the use of a mascu-
line relative who had volunteered TO FIX
some refractory article, if he had a screw
driver. He pronounced ii a wobbly atrocity,
which nobody could do anything with. and
which no self-respecting man would touch.
Anybody might know it was a woman's
tool" was his contumelious remark.
Another neighbor bought a resplendent
new range. The ideas of the manufacturer
of the range were more magnificent than
those of the architect who built her pretty
cottage, and the range could not be got
through the inner door. The men who were
handling 1T tried it in all positions-length-
wise, sidewise and upside down, and. finally
relinquished the task in disgust. There was
not room for the door to swing quite around;
if it could be taken off it's hinges, perhaps
the range could go throughput taking off
doors was not their business; besides, they
had no tools. So they left Then the lady of
the house borrowed the said screw-driver
and triumphantly took off the door.
But whatever makeshifts of victorious in
genuity the poverty Of a woman's tool-chest
may drive her to, there is a limit, and the
Indianapolis young lady who used a loaded
revolver for a hammer may be said to have
passed beyond 1t.
do you know, there really are people who
do not nave day Dreams" said the Botanical
One. In a tone of awe. What do you sup
pose they do with their
Castles In minds? Are there enough
Spain. solid facts in this world so
that a persons mind can act
ually keep at work on them all the time?
1t seems to me that 1 can think all around
and through and over and under the few
things 1 know, in ten minutes. Besides, real
things are so likely to be disagreeable. How
could a person put up with the monotony of
housekeeping, sewing and street-car rides,
that fill most Of ones time, If there were
not something more entertaining to think
about?"
when I was young" said the Critical
One, my inherited puritanism made me
think day dreams were wicked, and / used
to try desperately to give them up. But after
a long and futile struggle, and much suffer-
ing from the guilty consciousness of failure,
1 gave 1t up-I couldn't think in any other
way"
What did you dream about?' asked the
Young Mother, who knew that the Critical
One farther back into baby
hood than most people.
principally philanthropy. in my infant
days. 1 was always beholding myself, an
angel of deliverance in a pink gauze dress,
setting free the slaves. and r~escuing from
misery the poor little children in New York
city-those were the two classes of suffer-
ing mortals of whose existence 1 was aware.
I remember one dream of unmixed vain
glory. however, when I was seven. There
was company in the evening, and my cous-
ins n 1 were told to play in the hall. In
stead of the usual single burner, economi-
cally turned low, the chandelier was all
lighted. 1 think it gave us all a sense of
festivity and splendor, for we danced &C.
statically up and down the hall until we
were sent to bed. But 1 moved in a delicious
vision, wherein my partner, Cousin Robbie,
chubby. red-headed and freckled, was a
stately gentleman in evening dress, and /
leaned on his arm, a tall and graceful lady
of thrilling loneliness. in a trained gown of
white satin brocade, with a necklace of
topazes. We were always just entering a
series Of magnificent drawing rooms, lighted
and decorated for a ball, and / could feel
the thrill that ran through the company as
they beheld the enhancing ~vision-me-ad-
vancing down the room. / think of all the
social functions / ever attended, that one,
that never was on sea or land was the
most brilliant and successful and is the best
remembered"
Didn't you ever dream of childish joys?'
81 remember once, when / was older, about
ten, / think, and reading Plutareh's Lives.
that / spent two or three days in a perfect
ecstasy over the imaginary possession OF a
little doll with a china head-a doll five or
six inches long. We were pioneering then,
and when our china dolls we had brought
from the East had succumbed to the dis
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