The daily morning journal and courier., 1906-09-22
MOONSHINE.
Expectations, Magic and Fantasies
 Associated With the Moon.


 a pagan priestess and is turing me out to worship occult powers. Centuries of Christianity have not converted her.
 There is a common superstition against sleeIing in the moonlight; you must not even drink water, be it from cup or river or fountain, on which the moonlight is falling. The sun is whole some, life giving, purifying, an enemy of mystery and of evil spirits; the moon is weh 1 and uncanny, weaver of magic spells, the patroness of all ! that is obscure and ghostly.
 She sways the tides of the sea and the minds of men. Many persons if they found the moon shining on them at night would arise and draw the curtain.
 But I will laugh at such absurd fan tases and cast away the dreams of moonridden men. She is the shepherd
 ess of the skies, leading forth the stars and the fleecy cloudlets to their broad azure pastures. She is the exiled wife l
 of the sun. and the stars are their children.
 She Is the friend of the harvesters,
 as her light falls in a calm mellow
 flood across the cornfelds in which
 they are laboring. It is beautiful to see
 her bathing the shocks of grain; there
 can be nothing unkindly or malevolent
 in such a stream of light, though there
 may be something mystic.
 She sees some things that the sun
 can never. see; he is blinded with ex-
 cess. Compared with his, her light is
 as water compared with wine, It can
 wash the tree tops in silver, but it cannot penetrate their umhrageous depths; 1t cannot illumine the shadows
 as the sun can.
 But it can do something that the sun never does, it can render the baldest
 and barest scene poetical and can transigure the unsightly into livelin- ness and symmetry It has the glory
 of the half light the depth and sug-
 gestiveness of partial obscurity Sun light is at it's best in It's rising or It's setting; but the moonlight Is at Its best in it's noontide though the moon ' herself may appear most allurinG
 when she is mere fleetlng crescent Heine tells us how, when he was 8 boy, the moon called him from his bed u into the garden where a lovely statue of a Greek goddess was lying among 3 the grass and bushes. He tells us how d the thought of that statue brought U him to the spot how he stopped and Q pressed his lips passionately on those I of the goddess, and the kiss thrilled y his memory ever after, the first i'm e passioned kiss of youth.
 = It was the moon that wrought th' IS magic. The sun would have staret 0 rudely at the overthrown image ant = bolized but the moon loved it and sym l. bolized, but the moon loved it and sy e pathized with it.
 t, For the moons whole life is re Is fection and memory she is the nurs St of recollections, the friend of forlorl r. hopes, the remembrancer of dead faith j. and hygone fanoies. She can reacl ,t corners of the miRd that the sun doe ,f not enter
 # Sometimes these corners are dan V and noisome, haunts of remorse or Q " madness. That is not her fault; sh Is would purify them If sine could. It i n not her fault that we deem her tn
 mother of madness and style foolis
 dreams as moonshine,
 She can smile peacefully and lovingl ~ on the slumber of child and brin G nothing but images of fairyland to soot
 it's slumbers; she can gaze fondly o .e the meetings of youth and maidei where there is-nothing but innocer E love and faith. It Is not her fault if tn TX vicious and the unwholesome and tn nt criminal thrust themselves under he of notice. She would far rather watc
 the calm sleeping of the babe, tf ,. nest of the bird on the treetop or II ,l' the cottage caves; she loves also n' glide above the graves where tire .A, mortals He in slumber.
 7" She will gaze also through the iYie CT windows of the village church. but sf
 cannot carry the stain of colored cast
 ments with her-her light passt
 through them to fall white and mist
 Tn tnlS SIle QliltIs hVHA NiiC HN e. which can be transhgured while It tra
 figures. The moon Is colorless b. rs yond her own vague gold and she dot not carry color.
 "' But sometimes the atmosphere of is autumn night can tranform her whit n- hess to the redness of blood and ti ma passing clouds can play many tricl
 with her appearance. It is she tht hs enables them to turn their silver Ill ey ing to the night; but they can veil h l." or mask her entirely.
 VII Folks say that the moon will eat U he clouds; but the victory Is not alwa' hv hers. 1t Is fine in tempest to watt or them racing past her, for nome ini leaving a easement through which s ,ls can gaze and then giving us only fiet < " ing glimpses of her light through .ba chaotic wreckage of sky drift A ma
 of blackness will blot out every glii ro mer; then a break in the clouds od come once more, showing the moon ..,. a deep lue lake of peacefulness a tba permanent calm. The trouble of t ,t5 heavens is only skin deep, the well sic of broken clouds, the massing of tital oh blackness; a few miles above Is <, restful and unchanging realm of et' on- nal peace.-New York Sun.
 FISH FOR EVERYBODY.