The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1913-03-28
HOME Circle COLUMN.
COLUMN DEDICATED TO TIRED
MOTHERS AS THEY JOIN
THE HOME CIRCLE AT
EVENING TIDE.
HOME.

HOME.
One of our subscribers who en-
Joys the Home Circle column hands
us III following beautiful thoughts
Oh the appreciation of the home,
which we gladly give place in our
Home Circle Department, and wish
that more of our lady readersmight
become contributors to this column,
for we do feel 1t an opportunity
/ gralled us to make the world feel
u li-'le bit better and brighter for
our having lived init:
when the chill blasts of winter
lsIlrlk across the frozen earth and
the pitiless snow hides from our
sigh the last vestage of what re-
mains of summer, when the frozen
streams and leafless trees look bar
ren and desotate, and even the
beasts of the field cling closer to
their protecting shelter, how dread
full is the thought that perhaps some
poor homeless wanderer Is out in
4 the storm. IL is then that we turn
to our own fireside and smile at the
dear faces of our loved ones; 1t Is
then that we fully appreciate that
priceless gift whichGod has given us
home, where we can find rest and
comfort unmolested; home, where we
can breathe our sorrows to SYM
pathetic ears; home. where our joys
are the happiness of others; home,
where true hearts beat in unison
with one another and happiness is
found in its fullest meaning. So
should we each strive in our own
way to make our homelife better an
brighter. A kindly word at Iarting,
a pleasant smile in greeting, an APP
proving glance, an encouraging word
i or helping hand, each n their
place, and we never know their pow.
er for good. So let us, to whom
God has given these blessings, make
them what they should be, para
4 disc on earth. where weary hearts
can find rest and peace after the
toll of the day Is over.
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| How many Of our readers think
as often as they should of their
mother. their dear old-fashioned
mother? Other faces may fade away
and be forgotten, but hers will
shine on forever. When in the fit
full pauses of life our feet wander
back to the old homestead, and
crossing the well worn threshold,
! stand once more in the room 30
hallowed by her presence, how the
feelings of childish Innocence ana
independence overcome us, and we
kneel down in the molten sunshine
streaming through the window Just
where years ago we knelt by our
mothers knee lisping, Our Faith
err" How many times where the
| tempter hurried us on, has the mem
ory of those sacred hours, that
mothers words, her faith and pray
ers saved us from plunging into the
deep abyss of sin. Years have fill
ed great drifts between her and us,
hut they have not hidden rom our
sight the memory of her pure un-
selfish love. Dear old-fashioned moth
err.
There are brave, manly hearts
| driven into evil company for lack Oh
love and sympathy at home. There
are tender hearts starved for KIND
| wcrG or a caress from father OF
mother. 1t is not total depravity on
their part that takes boys into the
streets and from there into the BILL
Hard saloon and from the billiard
saloon to the dram shop. 1t is too
/ often the lack of heavenliness about
the home. 1t Is because home Is not
a heaven with its sheltering arms OF
love. II is because fathers manner
repels and mother, oppressed with
fatigue. has no time to make home
pleasant for her boys. Then why
not strike at the root of the evil?
/ Make home what it should be and
! your boys will stay there and be a
comfort to you. ''bead us not into
ltemptation," with them might be,
l.Drive us into temptation"
A lady received the following re-
ply from a neighbor in answer to
question as to why she allowed ner
children and her husband TO litter
/ up every room In her house. the
sentiment will find lodgment In the
/ heart of every home loving person
IN the land: THE mark of the lit
tie muddy feet upon the floor can
be more easily removed than the
stains where the little feet go into
the highway of sin. The prints o.
the little fingers upon the window
pane cannot shut out the sunshine
half so much as the shadow that
darkens the mothers heart over the
one who is but a name In the com
ing years. And II my Joe finds hons
a refuge from care and his great
est happiness within its four walls
he can put his boots in the rockinl
chair and hang his coat on the floor
any day in the week. And II
stand 1t and he enjoys 1t, ! canno'
see that is anybody's affair"
4 ssss
Woman is mans true Alpenstock
upon which he leans as he climbs
the Alps Of life. No hand but hers
can steady and guide him DER III
ltreacherous heights, its slippery
places. Wise Is he who clearly ant
fully recognizes that woman Is ths
greatest formative factor for wea
| or woe in human life. He has mo-
reached maturity, is not fitted u
take his place in LIES theatre whs
has not realized this. Turn to his
tory's page, sacred or profane. Tax
IN some book, ancient or modern
| take 1t from the shelf of Q ibrarl
or dig It from the debris OF an Ole
i world city. You will read thereil
on every page. In every age, In ever
clime,, of woman's influence, OF kee