The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1919-04-11
A Brawlina Woman.

brawling woman can make more
contention than any other created
thing unless II Ii guinea hen or
peacock A brutal word hurts more.
than blow You can heal a physical
hurt, but there is no balm for a heart
bruise A word is not like a Kite. You
can't draw II back with a string once
spoken Il is like bird let loose from
cage, II will never come back and be
locked behind the bars OF forgetful-
ness again. Would II not be a good
Idea, then, so much as possible to fore
go idle gossip about troubles that can't
be helped, and TO resolve to be mute
where we can't say pleasant things,
Sympathy is necessary TO us all; but
sympathy carried TO an excess is like
an overdose OF opium, IL weakens the
fibre and dulls the spirits. Too much
chatterfng about troubles that must be
endured rather than cured. will end In
making weddings OF us. The way TO
get along In this world is to keep our
breath and our strength for the bat
tlefield. and not waste IL In idle chat
about the campfire. The man who
talks is not the man who does. The
time the gallant Sheridan put in In
riding down to Winchester would never
have immortallzed his name had he
descended from his horse and talked
the situation over with every straggler
he met.
It's ten thousand times harder TO be
generous. II Is easy enough TO give n
poor woman dollar. but when IL
comes to following straight line,
being just in all things. just to God. to
your family. TO your children. to all
men, Il is different thing. Some men
are never just to their wives. They
pay their cook IS very willingly Sat
urday night. but when the hard work
ing, economical, painstaking wife asks
for a little money on Monday the
brute viii say, "oh, wife, what do you
want with money!
Is IL right for us to complain so
much OF our hardships and our disap-
pointments7 Can we expect TO hear a
We'll done. thou good and faithful
servant" when we are doing 80 little
with the talents given us? Is II reas-
onaSis we should expect to be given
a world that 10 full OF beauty and OF
richness, II we spend our time here In
lamenting the crosses OF life? Must q
fairer home than this be given us II we
close our eyes to all the pictures which
Nature has drawn TO please them, turn
deaf ear to the strains OF music that
are vibrating the afr about US, and
murmur OF hunger when rare fruits
but need the gathering? Can't we do
our part little better? Can't we help
others about us TO raise the thin cur
tain of ignorance. doubt or despon-
dency, which is shutting out the light
OF joy which shines for all? "Thou
has been faithful over one city | win
make thee ruler over many" II is not
likely that you and | were made to
rule cities, but we have been given our
work to do. viii we be faithful to
the trust?
The mother heart does not need soft
satin and lace and embroidered linens
and rose colored candles TO make II
self felt. II beats just as devotedly
and happily under cheap cottons as
under silken folds; 1t watches in the
silence of the night by the lowly couch
of some little sufferer as tenderly as 1t
does by the side of some other little
patient in the splendid mansion; 1t
reaches out to the convict behind
prison doors with the same love that
glories in the success OF renowned
statesman. Mother love in its count
less combination furnishes a theme as
old as the hills perhaps, but one from
which the noblest of inspirations are
drawn. In nearly all relations of life,
from those of blood to those of friend
ship, wonderful combinations can be
made-combinations which illustrate
to the world the great heights wh.Gh
pure love can attain, combinations
which act as gigantic refiectors which
not only send light into dark places,
but which draw all within reach into
the circle Of their brightness.