The times dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1903-1914, 1913-08-24
Sentiment and Such

We arc living this day in nm age
OF SO much materialism; so much rush
ana haste and passing over OF the
small things OF life, that you wondor
~ Il single atom OF romance and SON
timent VIII survive Us, generation to
DE handed down to postcrity The
Whirns Of the girl Of to-day are all
concerning material things: what
VIII show her to the best advantage.
what IL tho least trouble: the man
hcra' the customs, all what is being
zone, what is considered good form.
while far In the dim vistas OF what
might be known as q soul. stalk the
shadowy dreams Of what she has al
ways loved, the traditions that her
heart has chung 10 since dreams were
always loved.
The prctties girl that know has
tossed her bright curls and said tina.
she viii not lie bothered with all tho
fuss OF wedding gown and veil. that
she Is going scnsibly to the altar in
stout boots and q neat travelling suit.
with hat and gloves TO match She
hasn't the slightest need for the old
dress anyway, she thinks. and sentl-
nent on the subject is absurd If
she would only raise her little hands
md sny that she couldn't AFFORD il.
perhaps YOU would say, We'll" and
be very sorry. but, after ALL you turn
hhck tn. pages OF your mind and re-
member another girl that you knew,
who couldn't AFFORD II. either. and her
mother made the softest little white
frock. every stitch with her own low
ing NnEcrs That didn't cost much
and the same nothcr-fngers pinned
the veil over her daughters hair. DO
cause you sec. abe had Il sentiment
about dressing Ter own daughter for
her wedding. Some OF us don't have
that. some OF the daughters don't
want their mothers TO help. too,
reckon.
The prettles girl that know IS be-
ginning her brand now life calling
sentiment, abou: q white gown and
veil. "bosh. 50, Of course. she doesn't
expect the nice new husband 10 have
any sentiment about anniversaries
and the scent OF locust blossoms and
tan shoes She must not cry herself
10 sleep because he has forgotten that
the tenth day IS her Happy Day, for
ever AMI eV"r. and. looking back on
her life. when She Is old and worn
with the hattlc OF the years. she will
not have tho vision OF her own sweet
eyes through Il mist OF tulle Brave.
true eyes whatever the day. whatcyer
the gown, | know bat deep. deep IN
your heart OF hearts Girl To- Day.
isn't there tho longing TO feel that
upstairs or downstairs. laid away In
lavender AMI relieving with the years
that are passing. il the gown Of white.
in which YOU plighted your troth TO
the Prince az Tomorrow?
When We push the sentiment and
the Joy in The small things into the
BACKGROUND. we aie like careless maj
ket boys VINO have raced 10 the top OF
the hnl, only to trip and fall. splitting
and crushing the contents OF our
baskets. IL Is only a little span-,his
life OF ours only the shortest time
that We stand with youth and beauty
in our possession. with feet unbruiscd
and hearts anbliehted. We must stop
for the little things by the wa:
Pause IL but Tor a moment, beside The
silver BROOK OF small remembrances,
before we climb the Hill OF many
things that stretches before us 90
slowly. joyously out into the by path
Of "A white gown and & rosy wreath.
turn leisurcly, happily into the morn
ing Of faithful l!taries and sweetest
hope the top OF the hill is nigh; hold
tight in those slim fingers or yours
the real th!rgs. Girl-of- To-Day. the
road leads out into the night.
BRENT WITT