The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1918-06-27

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MEMS EYES AND WOMEN'S
HEAISTS ARE ALIKE

HEARTS ARE ALIKE.
I used to worry about growing
old; not because I feared age or
wrinkles, but because l always
remembered what Annie said to
me once:
Miss Margaret do you ever
think of the time when you will
be old?"
l looked at her in consterna-
ton for | was then at the age
when to be thirty meant to be old
enough to die.
"You know sometimes think,
Miss Margaret" she continued,
that the tragedy of years is that
a mans eyes and woman's heart
never grow old.
mo matter how many wrinkles
there are about masculine eyes or
how dim they look to anyone,
they always are young inside and
see only youth. The man may be
sixty to all intents and purposes.
but his eyes are as blind to any
thing over the mating age as they
were at twenty-six.
And a woman, too, grows old
and fat or thin and wrinkled, but
her heart still asks for the ro-
nance of youth and her disap-
pointment always comes to her
afresh when she looks into the
dim eyes of aging men only to see
them light up at the sight OF some
dainty miss of twenty.
Her young heart is imploring
the comfort of another young
heart and his young eyes are look
ing only Tor youthful faces.
"You see, Miss Margaret be-
cause a woman's heart and a
mans eyes never grow old conse-
quently they take the aging
bodies belonging to them into
some queer places" When | feel
old my still young heart seeks out
your manuscript dear Dick.
81 wish, dear Margie, that you
will not try to read what l have
written to you in this manuscript
all at one sitting" | read yester-
day. II am selfish enough to hope
that you will come to it when adj
the world-yes, even Richard
Waverly lII-has failed to satisfy
you.
when you want again to feel
me near you, l shall always be
near to you Margie, as you read
this manuscript, IL it is possible
for me to be there
What was it, little book, that
famous psychologist said to me
the other day when we were dis
cussing the hope of life everlast-
ing?"
"Hope." he said, "holds both de-
sire and expectation. You can
desire things you do. not expect
and expect things you do not de-
sire, but when you hope for things
you both desire and expect them.'
Dick knew me so we'll that he
knew that I would do just the
very thing he hoped | would in
regard to his manuscript.
Sometimes, little book, l al
most think that when l have fin
ished Dicks manuscript and said
my say to you about it, l will not
write any more on your white
pages.
Which clever historian was 1t
that said something to the effect
that contented countries, like hap
nv women, have no histories? 1
expect that quotation is not lit
eral, but you know, little book, l
am like the old Scotch woman on
whom the dominic called early
one Monday morning. He found
her out on the green where she
had spread the linen that she had
lust woven to bleach under the
morning sun. She was delighted
to see the minister and began at
once to tell him how much good
the sermon he had preached the
day before had done her. or
course the clergyman was flatter-
ed and he Immediately wanted to
know what part of the sermon
pleased her most. After little
questioning he discovered that
she could repeat nothing of 1t;
not even the text.
my good woman" he said,
somewhat acrimoniously, II can
hardly conceive how my sermon
can be of any great service to you,
when you cannot remember q
word of it,"
The woman went on pouring
water over the long lengths Of
linen spread out on the grass.
When she had finished, the piece
of cloth nearest the minister had
already dried. "There," she said,
as she pointed to It; you do not
now see drop of water on that
linen, but it has done its work
and the cloth is whittier than be-
fore I poured IL on"
The minister had nothing more
to say.
I never am able to quote from
my favorite authors perfectly, but
the meanings of their inspired
words stay with me always and
are a source Of pleasure and help.