Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1905-10-22
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staid with her friend who one day spoke
to her young neighbor about It and also
to distant relative and asked her why
she never went to see her old cousin. ''Nev-
er had any reason especially 'carelessly
answered the young woman. Just took for
granted, l guess. that she did not wish to
see me. l am SO much younger than she
that she cannot take interest in the things
care for. But l would be glad to go IL
I thought ii made any difference" She went
a few days after that and she had a good
time beyond anything she could expect. The
old lady did not seem old when she be-
gan to talk. She took as much interest in
all that the girls were doing as the girl
did herself. She gave vivid and interesting
descriptions of the parties she went to as
a girl. She related the most Interesting
things about the town she used to live In
and was conversant with wonderful MS
torical settings and the young woman lin
gered, loath to leave so charming a be-
ing.
Not enough attention is paid to old peo-
pie by the young. Reverence should be had
for their experience. The young forget that
the heart does not get old, and they do
not realize what rays of sunshine they
could shed on these lives, whose only diff
ference is added years and from these
youth can get peep into their own fu-
ture.
Sympathy
OF like aims is a sure, attractive power,
and some day brings together those whose
hearts have long been in touch, just as
surely as we repel and are repealed by
those whose thought and life are repug-
nant.
No love is likely to last that is not based
on intellectual sympathy. Equality in men
tai abilities prevents the WEAKNESS and
disgust which are sure to follow mere phys
ical attraction. Physical attractions are
not lasting and fall with the quality that
iS al
ways one side which admires likes while
the other submits to the admiration or
liking, and repulsion steps in when this
fragrant inequality becomes tresome.
Those whose hearts and minds are full of
the same great objects in life drawn
toward one another, even though at first
they may be widely separated by distance
or outward circumstances.
1t is often said that people of like pro-
fession or ideas drift together But this
drawing together is not drifting in the
sense of being the result of accident or
chance. 1t is merely mental attraction.
There Is nothing that pals so upon the
senses as mere physical beauty, and moth
ing that can so gain and hold the powers
of intellect
One is Almost
Ashamed to confess the emotion that is
sometimes felt in inanimate friendships
Only a scrap of paper that falls from the
ledNeS OF u typography WHICH IDS iol OeSh
opened for years! and yet 1t revives the
past and causes us to live over that day of
years ago, as though 1t were but yester-
day. Or 1t may be that a rose withered
and gone meets the eye as one opens
volume of poems and as its fragrance,
made sweeter with age and sacred memo
ries is borne upon the air we somehow
are told Of the passing of heart. We try
to think that these inanimate things ought
TO be of the very slightest consideration,
and still they live and 1t is a natural feel
ing we have. Indeed, 1t is found that our
hearts are held down to the present by
innumerable trivial fibers"
Usually, 1t is woman who amasses
these precious nothings. who cherishes these
dead friendships and whose soul delights to
slumber with the past but occasionally
man knows it's powers of fascination. Sir
Walter Scott was one of this type and
it is touching to read Lockhart's description
of the contents of the great novelist'S desk,
which he explored in a search for the
authors will. He says that therein were
found, carefully arranged "a series of little
objects; the old-fashioned boxes that had
-garnished his mothers toilet when the sick
ly lad had slept in her dressing room the
silver taper stand which he had bought
for her with his first fee; packets inscribed
by her hand. containing her childrens hair,
his fathers snuff box etc. etc. while his
dressing room, with its old furniture and
portraits seemed fitted up like a little
chapel of the Lares."
And certain days seem especially provided
to live with these landmarks of the past,
which furnish inspiration for the future.
MAUDE WINIFRED ROGERS.