The Goldfield news. [volume] (Goldfield, Nev.) 1904-1911, 1905-07-28

We live in a atmosphere of feeling. We change at a sigh, a touch,
a word of kindness, or of anger. A cheek against a cheek, and how
the heart leaps. A hand within a hand, and the cohred glass before
our eyes makes the world of rosy hue. We pass a n enemy upon the
street who looks askance, and "a drop of hitter is spilled within u cup
and the SUI does not shine so brightly. We rub shoulders with a friend,
and the world is warma again.
We live on experience marriage generally the last great one-and
when we have tried and touched everything for ourselves, even as we
outgrow or playthings, W re cry out, next. And the next must come
from health, strength of purpose, broadness of mind, and kindness of
viewpoint.
For without these there is death in Hfe-and a panid face amongst
those of us who live, is bad.
From the pleasures of childhood, and its sorrows, both s. carelessly
Independent of sex, W e hasten on to the lights and shades of maturer
growth, where the great law of nature has made SCI paramount
The day of the tiny sailboat, the red wagon, the dolls, and the
play house is past. The morning, when Jack would much rather be with
ragamufn Tom than with berbtoned Carrie, has changed to high noon,
and the u shines acros a tangled skein of purposes in which those
of both men and women are inseparably mingled.
Sweet, indeed, in the flush of youth, is the pursuit and courtship.
Sweet the ardent woong with its everchangng uncertainty. Sweetest
of all the whispered yes. That word can to the man the justification
this crucial moment 1t means to the woman the glow of conquerng
over other women, and winning to herself this man, whose love so
hood, and she "A woman among women, the old gray heads nod with
pleasure, and the world rings out its benediction.
Yet here the struggle has just begun, and having chosen thus to
be by themselves, and for each other they are left alone to solve the
greatest problem of the century.
How many times they fail is written in court house records, % is
lived in hidden bitterness and sorrow to the end.
Yet it can be done-the problem al be solved, for occasionally we
meet those, married these many years, who are a true in courtesy and
newly united happiness.
How W e rejoice when W g SCI them. How it grips the hart and
sends a tear to the eye, when W e think that in our nses 1t mlsD. aso
have been. They are gray perhaps; deeply wrmkled, it may be, with
the burrows of experience; yet W e blush when we catch them surrep-
tihouay holding hands, and if W re see their soul sometimes within their
eyes, we are hushed, as if we bad met an inner saeredness which our
presence would profane.
At the outset a man goes to a woman, not So much for help, for he
must find his W strength within himself, but he goes for a bandage
over a bruise, or a kiss % send him heartily onward. Then lin the hard
est effort of the fight, if he an be sure o. a welcome awaiting him, a
word of praise for something well done, he fights IN sturdily, confident
in the anticipation of the rest and happiness that is to come.
A woman is part mana mar is part woman. The toughest of us
has som part Sc sensitive to the touch that a ray of light causes pain.
The gentlest of is can at times raise up a harsh courage with which to
beat down opposing forces.
There is n o such thing as an isolated individuality. We are all
bound together in the sheaf of life, constantly asWare of each other,
continually needing IN another No ne an say L alone did 81 and
{. A humbing of pride, and n elimination of self Ut lot always
possible, yet a world of happiness lies within a star, and the truest
sermon is preached from a mountain top.