The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1909-02-18
INSPIRATION

was with him.
ut seems such long time since
have seen YOU" he said sadly, "and
should like SO much to write some
thing again"
why don't you do It, then?" she
asked.
Tell me what I should write about
for ! can find nothing"
Write about that which interests
yourself and you will find that it will
also interest other people," she re-
piled.
II can find nothing for all around
me everything seems dull and uninter
esting."
THAT is because you don't open
your eyes. Look around! Why, even
In the house on the opposite side of
the street human beings are living
and loving"
But know nothing about them"
"Then l shall help you. Come over
here"
The poet went to the window where
his genI's was standing pointing with
her finger at a house 1n the opposite
eide Of the street. And as the poet fol-
lowed the direction indicated by his
genius finger the wall of the house
suddenly became transparent so that
he could see everything that was GO
ing on inside.
In the attic was n laundry where
two women were standing over the
steaming wash tubs working so that
the white foam splashed all over and
clung to their muscular arms. Many
times a speck fell upon the blond
hair Of the younger woman and It
looked as II she had been snowballed
while her checks were glowing from
the exci.emen- or her work.
The older woman took a piece ot
wash from the tub and twisted q
with her otrong hands. Then she look
ed at The younger and said with a
sigh: "SprinG is coming now, ar.d /
have just found out, for yesterday my
son left me again"
The young girl stared at her with
wide open eyes. "But why did he
leave you, Mother Grebern?"
"He will come back with the winter.
He always does that. But what is the
matter with you, child? Why do you
sigh?"
"Oh, for no reason at all. was
only thinking that it is such a long
time till winter comes again, for your
sake, of course, mother Grebern."
The older woman looked at her.
Now listen, child. 1t is no us. for
you to try TO fool me, for | know just
how you teel.
MY child, do you really think that
I'm blind? Don't you think that /
have known for quite long time that
you love him, and can tell you that
he thinks quite little Of you, too, al
though he has never said word to
me about It. / should like to have you
for daughter-ln-law and think that
when he comes back this time and
sees you again he will probably not go
away next spring, for he will have
found his spring right here"
The poet looked down at the floor
below. Here q pale young woman
wrapped In blankets was sitting In an
easy chair at the window looking sad
ly into the street. Opposite her was
an old woman who was sitting knit
ting. She looked at the young woman
and said with a sigh: Eyes, that Is
the way 1t goes, but very often
think that 1t is pity that young
women like you, Mrs. Ebel, should
suffer so much"
Eyes, II has been a hard winter"
the sick woman whispered, "but now
It is over and l think | shall be well
again"
Just then somebody opened the
door and a young boy rushed into the
room like a whirlwind. He throws
his arms around the neck of the sick
woman and whispers into her ears:
Didn't hurry home, mother? And do
you see what bring you-a beautiful
bouquet of violets! | always share my
lunch with the gardeners boy at
school because 1t is really too much
for me and he never brings any lunch
and today he gave me this bouquet
Now know you like violets, don't
you, mother?" The lady stoops down
and strokes the head of her boy, looks
into his eyes and kisses him tenderly.
The old woman stands up and
moment later leaves, but before leav-
ing she again expresses her pity for
the patient.
"Oh, II doesn't mean anything, I'm
sure | shall get we'll Spring is here
with me right in this room and It will
make me we'll and strong-I feel that"
On the second floor four children
are playing Indians, Otto with his
half grown sister, Erna, and two
friends.
"You are my squaw," the brother
says TO the girl. 1--WE are going TO
break camp and it's up TO you to roll
up the tent and carry it on your back.
In the meantime we three warriors