The Detroit times., 1908-12-15

~ pou manager UoCauoo oho
never gets through with her
work.
She is q poor woman. with four lit.
tie children--the eldest still mere
baby-that cling TO her skirts and
make a thousand calls day upon
her.
She does all Of her own cooking.
and washing and scrubbing. and sew
ing. and mending and baby-tending.
yet she wants to know II won't tell
her some way by which she may get
all Of this labor done. keep her house
and her children spick and span. A.
ways have something good for her hus-
band to eat, and still have An hours
spare time every day In which to
amuse herself by doing fancy work.
reading or going out for q walk with
the baby.
As II Is, she says that. although she
Is very industrious and does the best
she can, she never gets minute to
herself. and so she meekly assumes
that the fault lies somewhere In her
own lack of system.
think that only He who stayed the
sun for Joshua could tell this poor
woman how TO work the miracle that
she desires. Certainly my poor. fal-
tering. human mind can devise NO
plan by which she can do all that she
does, and still have time to loaf.
Take an Houri steal I'll
My advice to the overworked moth
er who wants to know how to put an
extension on a twenty-four.hour work
ing day 30 as TO have an hour for
herself Is to seize one Of the hours
that she already has.
Take 1t boldly Steal Ill Conhscate
II for your own! Put fewer frills on
your children's clothes. Give your
husband palmer food to eat. Let the
baby's face 90 dirty occasionally.
Leave a bed unmade and q room un-
swept, sometimes. while you take your
precious hour to rest your tired body
and look your weary soul In the face.
You will be able to do your work
better for the little breathing spell.
You will be brighter and more cheer
full companion for your husband and
children because of the little break In
the gray monotony Of your days.
And after all, though we women
never find 1t out. our families would
rather have a mussy house and din
every chair and three kinds OF pie
served, with a nervous. fletful. over
worked woman as an accompaniment.
But was the pathos Of woman's
work ever more touchingly shown
than In this poor woman's letter? The
work that Is never done. that saps
woman's youth and beauty. that bends
her shoulders and knots her hands
that makes her life treadmill. where
the poor weary feet must go round
and round and round In tho same end
less circle. with no stopping place un-
til they are stayed on the edge OF the
grave.
Her Toll Leaves No Monument.
And. most tragical of all. 1t Is
woman's doom to labor without visible
results. For all of the work Of her
head and hands she has nothing to
show. She cannot point, as the price
Of her toll and sweat. to house, as
the builders, may. and say. II
wrought that"
She cannot show. as the mechanic
may, some enduring piece OF iron or
steel that she has fashioned into use
fulness.
She cannot look. as the artist may,
upon some picture that she has given
to be a Joy to the world when she 10
gone; nor can she clasp to her heart,
as the writer may. book where the
service that she has given her fellow
creatures has crystallized into words
that are an inspiration to others.
She has nothing to show for days
of labor and nights devoid of ease.
Her strength has gone into the
cooking Of dinners that we're forgot
ten az soon as eaten. into the clean
Ing up Of rooms that were Uttered and