Connecticut western news., 1910-07-07
DON'T GET. GROUCHY

Kindness is blessing and human life would be the better were it's practice more general. The harsh note wins no friends, but causes innumerable heart aches. Life is the sweeter for the kindly word and the helpful act.
 AS we go through this world let us scatter sunshine along the way-jewels that may gladden. the heart of others and make life's environment pleasanter. Begin at home. Who in all the wide, wide world is more dear to the heart, or more precious to the life than those who cluster about ones own hearthstone? If it were not so then is there something wrong; a cause that needs erradicating
 To the patient wife who has had her full share of the days worriment-worri- ments you know not of-the kind word of appreciation goes long way to glad den her heart and make the path of life rosier. Speak it, then, while she is yet with you; while the flush of youth and touch of beauty is still upon her cheeks and her affections are alive and ripe to the response.
 Has she passed along the milestones of life, until from the valley sne can look back upon the mountain top of her earlier days and see it crowned with sunlight until her heart longs, down there in the valley of her loneliness, for a tinge, how ever faint of those ruddier gleams? Give them to her; not in niggardly measure, but with the great out pouring of royal heart filled with the beauty of 1ife's sunshine.
 You will be surprised how it will tighten the valley; how it will cheer the life and comfort the mind and bring peace to the heart. Try it. Try it you who know that over the home has come shadow a shadow you feel, but whose cause you cannot comprehend an es- arrangement that has grown up from ap- parent nothingness, yet which effects you both, and neither can tell whence it came nor the wherefore of it's presence.
 You know that it is there, for it has robbed life of much of it's happiness. You have shed tears in silence and have groped in the darkness for the solution which has evaded your search, and to- day, heavy-hearted and weary and sad, you both are at cross purposes and know not why. You would give the world, were it yours to give, to change that environment which hangs above and around you like a pail of darkness, a never fading presence, tangible to the senses, yet invisible.
 Would you have it changed? Would you have life once more resume it's roseate hue. It will if you desire. But how? Raise the darkened windows open wide the door and let little sum- shine in.
 Therein lies your great fault, You have curtained the windows of your soul and have barred from the inner sanctuary of your heart the life-giving sunlight that makes all earth glad, and bat-like you have been dwelling in the darkness, stunning the light.
 Pride has curtained the windows and selfshness has barred the door, and out of the blackness of your night you have seen the glimmer of lives that were bright and joyous and full of peace and you have wondered why yours was not the same.
 Cast aside the barriers of unworthy pride. Go to him or her whose heart and life is in your keeping and go now. Go with a smile. Let reconciliation come in full measure then sunshine will fill all of life's darkened crannies and peace like pillow will roll over your soul, as once again you step out into the brightness of existence and en- joy the radiance of life's morning.