The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1917-05-31

II see thou hast passed sentence on my
part
I'll no longer weep or plead against
it;
But with the humblest, most obedient
patience
Meet thy dear hands, and kiss them
when they wound me.
There are no lives to which is not
allotted an amount of sunshine to
counterbalance dark shadows that
must come to them. Some persons
give way to every little grief. There
are others who are blessed with the
powers Of resistance 1t is generally
the weakest shoulders upon which the
heaviest burdens fall. Every one
thinks his or her sorrows are the
greatest. The girl whose lover has
deliberately deserted her for another
is sure there is no grief more cruel
than hers. The deserving woman who
has reached middle life alone, unloved,
and who has never appealed to the
masculine heat, will never confess
how deeply the iron of fate's irony
has entered into her soul. She knows
that the time grows more, and more
urgent when she needs a heart-mate
and companion, but she must walk
her way alone.
The wife bound to an unloving,
tickle mate will tell you that amidst
all worldly woes there is none so great
as hers. For 'to love and not be
loved is the depth Of human mis-
cry. The heart that bears this woe, is
weighed almost to the breaking point.
Those whose home life is unhappy for
any cause and those who are home
less believe their burdens to be the
u, n.
woman has his or her own secret sor
row. Wise ones refuse to allow their
minds to dwell on what is hopeless
and cannot be changed. Foolish ones
give themselves up to brooding over
their misfortunes.
I knew two womeN whose opposite
views present a moral as well as
adorn the tale. One has apparently
all that wealth can buy. But she
never knows a happy pour because
her husbands heart is es3ranged from
her She sits at This sumpeuous table
with guests whom he has chosen
men whom she should not he brought
ia contact with and women who make
| bold to oriier her servants about. Her
husband has told her a score of times
to get out of the house. He knows
she would have to go empty handed.
Every time the crosses the threshold
he greets her with: "Humpth, haven't
you gone YETI"
She wonders vaguely If she has not
reached the limit Of what her heart
can baer. Another is a sa1eswoman n,
a widow who is the only support OF
aged and infirm parents and three
small ones all depending on her sal
airy which does not aggregate ten dol
lars week. The continued illness of
the old folk and the many mishaps
of the children keep her in constant
i worry. Recently the youngest child
4 fell i'll. Its condition was grave. With
streaming fears she told me hire heart
was strained to the utmost. It could
not bear, any more: In the midst of
depression the clouds may open and,
let flood of sunshine in. The hus-
band of the unloved wife met with
an automobile accident. Through her
| heroic self devotion in nursing him
through the crisis, she not only saved
! his life, but won back the love she
thought she had lost forever The
case of the struggling workers had
| quite as happy and ending. The land
i lord called to see her, to inform her
that he had intended to serve her with
eviction papers for non-payment OF
rent bQt WneH IlSf ilIIleS one CROWD
ed around him, asking him if he was
not the kind man who came to visit
children with his pockets full of blue.
birds, to make them happy, his eyes
filled with tears. He could not speak
the words he had come there to say
The sweet faced mother and the lit
tie ones touch his heart with pity, HI
blue-birds they longed for 1t so hap
called next day, bringing them thu
pened he was widower, and had los
his children. much like these. Pity Il
akin to love. No one knows just how
these things come about, but whel
the heart has as great a load as it cal
bear, God sends relief. He and tn
poor mother were married. Thes
words were written on slip of pape
in their wedding invitation: ION
should never let the lamp of hope g.
out in tho heart, no matter how darl
the hour, or severe the ordeal one
facing. Light and sunshine are sur
to follow"