The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1915-12-02
Subjects: Someday.


porent of future possibilities 1t the magic word
Of youth 1t is day looked forward to, with fond
est hopes, by parents. See the rapt expression on
a mothers face she looks into the dmpled face of
her baby girl AS she cuddes her babe to her breast
that is pulsating with that deepest of all earthly
emotions maternal affection, she with hopeful vision
peers into the dim vista of future years, and plans
and hopes for bright and happy career for her in
nocent cherub. A father bouncing his little boy up
his knee. strives push the curtain of time aside
and glimpse into the years beyond the present. His
mental trip into the realm of future possibilities for
his offspring carries him thru the enrching and en-
nobling fields of literature. He fingers in fragrant
meadows beside purling brooks in the vale of art.
He thinks of the myriad unrevealed truths in the
realm of science He scars thru undiscovered reach
es of the Solar universe, the wonders of which NOV
ed David. The sweet singer Of Israeli to exclaim
The heavens declare the glory of God and the
armament sheweth His handiwork' And in all of
this his hopes for his boy holds the pre- eminence.
He the ladder of success towering skyward. and
his boy occupying the topmost rung.
So they the father and the mother, are hoping
that their children will prove honor to their pa
rents, win the esteem of their fellowmen for them
selves, and in return be blessing and benefit to
society. The years glide swiftly by, the children
reach the age of play the girl cuddes her dolls and
plays at housekeeping, as every normal girl does
and looks forward to that someday'' when she will
be really truly" mother and mistress of her own
home The boy being of sterner fibre built, gambols
around on his hobby-horse, thrusts hither and yon
with his little tin sword leads imaginary legion
of soldiers against imaginary foe always of course
coming off victorious His childish mind, with the
optimism Of youth. looks forward to that "someday,
when in the sterner battles of life, he will the
vctor's crown.
Happy days of youth. Well is it for you that
magic art of prescience reveals you the fate
the future holds in store for you. The abstract dim
ly visioned someday" is concrete and clear
ly revealed certainty. You have, perchance, looked
upon the wine when it was red.' The songsters
in the harbor" may have attracted your attention.
inviting your delay" You were fathers PRIDE
but you went out into the world scattering your
wild oats" broadcast; and when the time of bar
vest you gathered by the machinery of
the law, and perchance, your father your mother
has bent under the weight of sorrow and has become
enfeebled by grief; and the Silent Messenger has
brot for 10th of them earlier summons
than he otherwise would have done if you had full
filled their earlier hopes concerning you.
And what of you my girl? Have you fulfilled
the high expectations that held of you by your
parents and yourself? Are you the revered wife
and honored mother that in your youth your
ideal of womanhood. and which would have given
great joy to your parents? Or have you followed
the line of least resistance, yielding to fancy here
and temptation there. until you have brot sor-
and grief to the that has passed thru the
valley of the shadow of DEATH that you might have
life?
Someday" has not always cloudess, sunny
skies. More often than not clouds have ap-
peared above the horizon of life and tempests of
trouble have swept away all that life held dear.
"Someday" has fallen far short of fulfilling the high
expectations we had entertained in regard to it.
Some of us shpwrecked mariners on the sea
of life. Our barque of hope is but driftwood
on the shoals of time. Or is it? Perhaps you have
not as yet given up all hope: Maybe you are even
yet looking forward to vague and ndistinct
"Someday." Certainly anticipate the day when
the prison doors swing wide fer exit and we
stand upon the threshold of what will to us seem
world. Then will be confronted with the
time-worn question: After prison what?" A mo-
mentous Someday" that will be for the man who
fares forth into the broad of human endeav
in the great outside world Will there be friend
to meet and greet him at the gate? Or will he be
left to tread the wnepress alone?' Will the doors
of honest industry be open to him, will ne face
cold and refusal to accept the services of an
ex-prisoner?