Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1910-03-08
CHAT.

Where is the frost and the snow when
he hawthorn blooms again? Forgotten.
.hanted the Cynical Due as faint ray OF
sunshine stole in the window and tried
% tighten the gloom
How would YOU have it?'' mildly in
suired the Giggling Girl. This world Is
,ull enough OF woes that have to be en-
Iured without remembering the rain that
Fell last week or the frost that nipped our
terms 1 have the most beautiful collec-
lion OF dead geraniums, scorched ferns
and black sticks where fuscias once
swung their graceful bells They are
enough to make one weep but you'll never
latch me doing that thing ! might shed
a few tears over your tale Of woe, oh.
Cynical One. but not for any Of my own
trials"
We'll. what makes me irritated. re-
Piled the Cynical One els 20 see two wom-
en- not speaking one day and bosom
friends the next Either there Is a cause
for falling out and feeling hurt with {
aeighbor or there Is not. My way Of do
ing is to let people alone who know and
love you one day and the next time they
meet you see over your head IL seems
10 me that mothers might teach their
girls TO be more sunny natured. believe
In remembering that this has been a Bit
serly cold winter even though the viOlets
and roses may be so plentiful that we
viii fairly walk on them What do you
shink. Meh Lady,.
Thus appealed To l put on my thinking
cap. for il was a subject that had two
sides that demanded presentation.
don't believe that any one has a right
10 let her moods mar the pleasure Of 9TH
srs- / don't think that we have any right
TO look over the heads of those we know.
or fail to give the pleasantest tone or
countenance every time it is in our power.
On the other hand. I don't think we
should carry a chip on our shoulder AM
have our feelings hurt every time IL Is
knocked off Sometimes think people
are yet possessed Of devils and as COM
mon one as can be imagined is the dumb
devil that keeps people from speaking II
Is very shallow nature that never thinks
Of serious things. all OF us should think
over our past. should sum up the days
doings and see how we stand in our re-
port to heaven; but I think that. like our
prayers and aims these seasons Of retro
spect should not be Haunted in the faces
Of the family.
As TO remembering the cold and all the
disagreeable things OF this winter. I can
remember IL enough to be glad when IL rs
over. l expect TO revel in the springtime.
but I expect TO hear plenty of the folks
who are now grumbling change their
plant only enough to substitute the
"beastly hot weather for this miserable
cold"
We are creatures OF habit. and its the
easiest thing in the world to see the shad-
ows and cali attention 20 them, I know
people who haven't had a pleasant
thought this winter. If one may judge by
the whine that has been theirs.
One OF the Cary sisters sang.
Sometimes I think the things we see
Are shadows Of the things TO be:
That what we plan we build:
That every life that hath been crossed.
And every dream we thought was lost
In Heaven shall be fulfilled"
know plenty OF good people who have
hard times. IL seems to me that every
thing under the sun happens to them.
and II must he hard for them to keep
sweet under all their trials but my theory,
and experience. has been that there are
gains for all our crosses and we dare not
let loose the dear Fathers hand. Right
here we get cOmpensatiOns. so what must
IL be when we hear the welcome words,
Come ye blessed Of my Father"
The Cynical One mildly asked me what
gain I got for taking the girl to a board
ing place last night after s O'Clock. seeing
that she got some supper before she went
and putting her in the care Of the land