The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1910-06-27
EVENING CHAT
BY RUTH CAMERON.

1t is not raining rain to me,
It's raining daffodils;
In every dimpled drop I see
Wild flowers on the hills.
The clouds of gray engulf the day,
And overwhelm the town;
1t is not raining rain to me,
It's raining roses down.
A health unto the happy,
A fig for him who frets!
It is not raining rain to me,
It's raining violets.
Robert Loveman.
1t is pretty hard to see the daffodils
in the rain, when that particular day
on which you planned to go skylark-
ing turns out rainy, isn't it?
And yet the daffodils are pretty
of them than you realize.
This is a word for discouraged and
rebellious people.
People to whom some wrench, some
disappointment, some unweIcome
change in life has come.
Dear folks, it is hard for you to be-
lieve that in your particular change
or disappointment there can be any
preparation for future happiness, put
truly there may be.
Again and again, even IN my small
Individual experience, I have seen it
happen that the sharp unwonted turn
of the road that seemed so cruel ana
unnecessary, has been the very turn
that led straight to the land of hearts
desire.
And more than once 1 have seen the
shock of sudden misfortune and suf-
fering turn the trend of life out OF
some unfortunate rut into which it had
gotten.
Once on time was a woman who
went wrong, and because she thought
it would be too hard to get back, and
L H. h ri9cr
a good time, stayed wrong. Continual
merrymaking and the possession of
beautiful things, and admiration and
the semblance of love, hid the nor
ror and emptiness of her life from
her. until one day what she consid-
cred a terrible misfortune came to
her.
She became very i'll of typhoid fever.
Everyone deserted her. She was friend
less and alone and in want. And, with
all that had hid it from her stripped
away, she saw the horror and empti-
ness of her life-saw it so plainly that
she turned away from it forever. And
TODAY she is a good and happy woman
with a home and children.
If she had known how to pray she
would have surely prayed that the
sickness should have been averted,
and yet she would have been praying
for destruction.
out of the rain of disillusionment
piness.
The woman who repeated to me the
quotation which follows, probably
knew as great a disappointment as
any woman could, for, on what was to
have been her wedding eve, she found
that her lover was unfaithfu1 to her.
AS she quoted this, she said, 81 have
found it true:
''There is help in the still places Of
life, its retreats, its Withdrawals for
communion with God and ones own
soul Bereavement is one of the still
places of life; disappointment is an
other: pain is another. We come out
of deep bereavements. out of great
sicknesses, out of bewildering losses
and disappointments. out of all the
seriously arresting experiences of life,
if we accept such experiences in the
right spirit, with clarified, wisdom, with
renewed faith. with better adjust
ments, to the Divine Plan. At first it
may seem, when we are called aside
into the still places, like a turning
back of life upon itself, and undoing
of all it's hopes and purposes. But
by and by we learn that the still place
where life gathers itself together, finds
itself, heads with new power and use
, fulness in the direction which God in
dicafeS'