The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-01-08
He and She

"HEY loved each other. There was no doubt about that x She trusted him perfectly And he was proud to work for her. When they were married he was get
 ting fairly good salary. which was in-
 creased from time to time. By and by children came to them. It
 took all of his salary to pay the bills,
 but they had enough and were contented
 and happy.
 Sometimes she would wonder what
 might become of her and the children if
 he should die. And once she timidly preached the question of life insurance Why" said he, T am young and In good health and able to protect you all If I were getting along in years there | might be some need. Old man Smith
 over there I think, ought to carry
 some insurance, but have years ahead of me-"
 Besides he said, insurance was ex- pensive and he could not afford 1t just now.
 And then one day the unexpected hap , pened.
 And when the funeral expenses were all paid there was nothing left. The neighbors were very kind, but they had troubles of their own. And then for the first time she faced the real problem of how to make liv- ing
 | Sadly she realized their mistake. Had he left her a few hundred dollars to tide over the family expenses until she could adjust herself to the new condi- tions--
 She must, if possible, keep the brood together. And pathetically she streve to do that. She was not able to learn the dress making art. And what she earned as
 helper and then at plain sewing was not enough to keep the children. A glib agent induced her to try can
 wasting, and she rang many doorbells, and almost begged for admission. Sales were few.
 In despair she took the two younger children to home for friendless children, where, with breaking heart. she signed away her rights to her flesh and blood. Poor she!
 Sometimes she washes for a living, and sometimes she Is janitress of floor in an office building
 fanciful story? It is almost liter ally drawn from life and can be dupli- cated in the stories of every day. And the moral of ito man-lies in | it's application.
  q wonder why God made me-" said Mrs. Faber bitterly. I'm sure don't know where was the use of making me-"
 Perhaps not much yet" replied Dor othy but then he isn't done with you
 yet. He is making you now, and you don't like it." | The fragment is from one. of George
 McDonald's books and contains truth we sometimes forget-namely: We are not yet made. We are in process of making. | We cannot see the use Of struggle ana l sorrow, discipline and chastisement, be- 1 cause we cannot see the end of things. If we could see we would not be so mpa- l tent 5 1 Patience Is courage plus fortitude. | It is the mark of greatness Impa- tience is tho mark of feebleness or ig- norance The ignorant man beats his l horse: the patient man trains the horse l to do his will. " l And in boise of mind and soul there is I strength. The impatient man is vacillat-
 ing. cratic. intellectual. The patient man co-operates With God, who is all patient, in the making of him. l self. e.- I Patience Is at the bottom of all success. Every mistake Napoleon ever made was on account of his impatience. What marvel of patience was George \ tWaSnfnRtOn. It was HlS lOitiluuC III oC- l feat that won him distinction. When his ragged Continentals were beaten back Tn battle he began again the patient work or reorganization.
 The colonial congress failed to prop 1 erIy support him, the colonial newspapers | abused him, soldiers deserted him, but | like a stone wall stood Washington. 1 And Lincoln!
 | His patience was almost phenomenal. The press abused him for what he did
 and did not do His generals often dis obeyed orders-until he got patient
 man. U. S. Grant And through it all he was the patient, kind, foreseeing man" The great mind knows it can afford to wait
 l Be patient.
 God is not through making you yet. | If he can afford to be patient with you you can afford to be patient with your self and with others. The Boomerang
 When a bit of sunshine hits ye
 After passing of cloud, When a fit of laughter gifts ye An yer spine is feeling proud, l Don't fergit to up an'fling 1t | At a soul that's feeling blue. For the minute that ye fling 1t | It's a boomerang to you. That stanza Is the best thing Captain lack Crawford ever wrote. | It rings true.
 I It is good philisophy | Jov comes in the wake of him who dis | ..~soc ,l,aar Jt is the reflex action or