Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, September 17, 1915, Page 7

By ADA PATTERSON. She is tall and has a complexion like a cup of weak chocolate, a wide, pleas- ant smile and keenly observant eyes. She 18 that helptul institution for busy women a §ald, scrutinizing a dirdle and giving a tosting tug at a hook to see whether it were strong enough to sta day's strain. * her throw awa good jacket. Ehe threw it Into the middle of the street She s ‘I ain't going’ to wear that thing no more. It ain't ‘the style’ I made up my mind that I was going to get that coat. it. But by the time 1 had lockea the front and back door—I always has to do that in that thieven' nelghborhood—it was gone." Tillie is one of the world's conserva- Mollle, her nelghbor in one of the crowded tenements near North river, is one of its wasters, Tillile knows that whatever {5 clean and may be made whole—she is.an artist in these vanishing fine arts, darning and patching—can be used somewhere, somehow. Hence her mourning of the cast-off jacket. ‘It might not have been good enough Mollle to wear to church, or when out walking with her young man, but it was good enough to throw over your head when vyou go to the butcher, and to wear through the h.’l"h‘ on cold mornings when you go to the | loor for the milk. It would save her better one and make your new one last | longer. 1 do hate to see things thrown | away." Tillle's lamentation meant more than | the accumulative instinct of some of her race. It denoted her as one of the val- uable class of persons who are the care takers of the world. It 18 not in all of us to bulld. * She had not the power to organize, to con- struet, to errect monuments of industry. It is not in all of us to heal. Our tongues may be too like the stiletto points, our hands too heavy, perhaps tors, for she goes 1'd have been glad to wear | our hearts too hard or the area of sen-| timent in our character map too arid. But we can all be conservators. We can take care of what is. We can preserve, | Show me what a woman does with her | clothes at night and I will tell you ! whether she is a conservator or a waster. | Does she spread her gown carefully over | « chair back, turning the Mning outward to ventilate the garment, and letting the folds hang stralght so that they will not wrinkle? If she does that she has earned the title of conservator. Or does she fling it in & neglected heap upon the floor or leave it wherever it drops? The 1 fate of the waster ls awalting her afbund | the corner { Does the housekeeper let the gas stove burn while she peels her potatoes? Does she throw into the garbage can a half saucer of berries left from breakfast? Does she make more starch than she needs for washing? Does she throw out bones with numerous bits of meat stick- ing to them? Does she leave soap to dissolve because she s too careless or thoughtless to rescue it from the dissolv- ng water or dishpan or washtub? Then is she a waster. | For the conservator would not turn on the gas of the stove until the pouwel! were peeled and ready to be set on to boil, The conservator would make the | remalning berries the basis for a pud- | 1ing or at least the flavor of & pudding. | “he would calculate to a teaspoonful the amount of starch she needed and would ! make too little rather than too much‘l That meat close to the bone she would scrape off and use it in nourishing hash or stew. The scraps of soap she would | save for the next need. The waster will toss away a Plece of ibbon or wreath of flowera that are, lightly faded. The comservator willl hake the dust from them and Wrapping | (hem daintily in tissue paper, put them | into a box of trimmings that are her eserve fund of millinery and mext sea- son, or the one after, you may see them | adorning & hat, beneath a mist of velling | that obscures their defects. | But there are conservators on a less | material plane. There are those Who, inowing that friendship is a sensative | plant, nourish it with care. Theie a e \hose who knowing that the love of a aan for a woman, and a woman for & m-n, is a tragile thing, guard it as they would @ bit of valuable, half tran parent; or a bubble of cut glass ina, Let Resinol Make Your Sick Skin Well That healed! reldom falls to give instant relief the help of resinol soap, this woothins, healing ointment usu- ally clears away all trace of eczema, ring- worm, rash or similar tormenting, sleep-pre- venting skin-diseases quickly and at little cost. Physiclans have prescribed resinol ointment regularly for over twenty ye: #0 you meed not hesitate to use it freely. Sold by all druggists. For a sampie free, write to Dept. 4R, Resinol, Baltimore, Md. s ftching, burning skin can be The first use of resinol olntment With IS YOUR TOILET SOAP SAFYE? Many tollet soaps contain harsh, injur- jous alkall. Rewinol soap contains abso- lutely mo free alkall. and to it is added the resinol medication. This gives It soothing, healing properties which clear the complexion, comfort tender skins and keep the halr healthy “Three wise ones of Gotham, Went to sea in a bowl; And if the bowl had been stronger, My song would have been longer!' —~Mother Goose. land of willing ay little bowls, with no food aboard, sometimes gasping shallow-rimmed, with a bride's gauzy white veil for a seil, they sail out each year in a thick little fleet, with always three soft bride, and the man who adores her, and the sunny, ship mite and the crew of the Honey-Bow are silken and weak, but he can swing a true paddle. His eyes are very blue like the hearts of hare-bells with the mountain-dew fresh on them-—but he can see far and keen above the fearful wash of the riding waves, and just By NELL BRINKLEY. Copyright, 15, Int'l. News Service \ }\\ a N Ti,,,l\ \\ 2 A‘\ shipping to the world’s end and the only-love-matters! Three wise ones; the little deep like stones in the small “hund” who's bo's'n tight and the mid- His wrists thing surprising. sid; And His voice is silvery and thn—but it sings . e when the hearts of the other two are cold and sunk sea, they warm and lighten at the heartening peal of it calllng “all's well!” Just don't sail out in your twirling bowl without the sallor-one of your companee! You'll need him some- meke it a strong bowl with high ““If the bowl had been stronger, My song would have been longer!"” —~NELL BRINKLEY, By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. [ Well as of the mind and soul and heart, |ean be transmuted into pure gold for “We do not oppose the part we play’|the mere trying in life—but whether we play that part | How much did it ever profit any one well or lll, we do choose. The part|to #it in sackcloth and ashes wag chosen for us by the author of the| either “Mea culpa—mea maxima culpa,” play."—Epletetus, or less sorrowfully and more bitterly | complaining of the untairness of life? Discontent casts a §ray shadow on all | There s absolutely nothing to gain by the brightness of life. It occupies the | feeling that you have “made a mess of soul with regret and causes the mmind | things"—or that you hate not had “a to feel maltreatedq and abused. It fills | square deal” There is everything to the heart with sorrow. It becuples so | gain in trying to make the best of the great & place in the mental and spir- | circumstances that surround you and to itual lite of the one who feels it. that | hew your way to a better set of circum- there is no room for more agtive phy- | stances. sical forces to drive it out It is almost hackneyed to speak of Discontent is not one of the vices that | Abraham Lincoln studying in his pov- takes possession of one forcibly and for | erty-ridden shack in order to be ready evil. It is & vesult of deliberately fos- | for any chance that might come. And tered moods. What is more, it is akin | yet he stands only as & notable exam- to one of the finest of the virtues—if only | ple of men and women who have acted that virtue is not misdirected. Discon- ' so well the parts for which they were tent can be turned into ambition, almost | cast that a minor role unfolded itself for the trying. |and became one of the star parts of life The vice that embitters life, and leaves | in which it was cast its token visible for all to see—the vice | The minute discontent is purified of its that weighs down the mouth corners and | feeling of helplessness, the second that dulls the eye of the physical being | it determines to cast off its garment of erying | | mourning and to gird iteelf for endeavor,| in which to exercise itself and grow. that minute it rises above Whining in-| There la & story told of a girl who | @ctivity to the shining realms of ambi- found herself suddenly orphaned and tion. poor, and with nothing In her education | I know a girl who makes it a source | or talents to win a livelihood. Stranded of sorrow that she has a discontented and without abllity, the fate of the nature. “I can't ever be happy,” says ‘“decayed gentlewoman'' who lives a pen- Gertrude. “I simply have one of those sioner on Lhe bounty of any relatives or discontent natures that longs for all| friends who will give her a place in & things it cannot have and that is bored chimney cormer, stared her in the face. hy what it is given. T am just cursed by And then it occurred to her that she my own discontentedness, and the worst had always dusted her father's pricel of it Is that I know what is the matter porcelalns and ivories, since no mald with me. I have a jealous, envious, dis- could be trusted with them, and her contented nature.'* steady fingers and loving patience made What & useful bit of knowledge you the dusting of these treasures & safe and have in your power of Ppleasant process. Gertrude! Why not go after some of the What she eould do was-dust! |things you want? Why not look about| unromantic role truly. Would you con- you and proceed to attain through effort| sider adopting it, Miss Discontent? all the best prizes in your circle of liv-| But since dusting seemed to be the part Ing? Coln your desires into actions. Make| this girl could play, she adopted it and of your own envy a force for trying to|did her best with it. She brought mtel win some of the things youw see others ligence, interest and enthusiasm to bear possessing and long for, too. Use your|upon the task of cleaning house for ric Glscontent with what you are and have|folk who hated to entrust delicate orna |as & scourge If need be, to being and|ments and fabrics to careless hands. She having more. And In action your useless started with one customer and at the |Jealousy will die of lack of morbid lelsure end of ten years held the dignified posi- A most |tion of—curator of a museum. |acting well For In the part caring for fine, |rare things, she came to know much “lbfilll them and to feel {inspired to study them. Last year in the stage world the same principle was fliustrated. A woman who had been playing minor roles in coun- try town stock companies was entrusted | With the role of an elderly cockney ser- |vant n & plece filled with many more attractive roles. But so well did the woman act her part, and so cleverly did she portray the elderly and unattractive ulrv t. that she was “the hit of the » | It is always possible to be “the hit of |the plece’” if you play your part well |enough—anqg it does not matter one whit what your part is? Be contented to play #t—and ambitions to play it as well A8 ever you can. You can not “miscast” |unless you make yourself a misfit to your part. There is a chamce for suc- cess In doing well the most trivial thing. For anything well done s worthy |of applause—and of the more tangible |and lasting thing—success. { the observatories of the closed tonight, never to be reopened, in a The Greatest Science of All GARRETT P. SERVISS, “l don't care anything about astron- omy. 1 judge it is about as important a8 chess. 1 heard these words from an apparently intelligent man, evidently un usually well-to-do in & material way, who had ‘“‘made his fortune,” and had learned from his experience In life no higher les- won than that a strict application to business is the wurest road to pros- prosperity, I sald to him: “When you link astronomy with cheas, you at least acknowledge its in- tellectual charao- ter, although you show complete ignor- ance of ita history, its methods and its alma “Well, what does it amount to?' he demanded, testily. “Can anybody im- prove his condition in this world by mooning about other ones? What do I care whether Mars is in habited or not” What good doea ft do me if there are glants up there, as I have heard? 1 can't mell them anything. They dre com- mercially of no aoccount. Show me a WAy to open up trade with them and I'll ¥0 &8 far as anybody iIn astronomy. It would have some meaning then. “But all this stuff s pure speoulative bash! I don't even care whether the earth goes round the sun or the sun round the earth.’ “Then,”” sald I, “If your mind fs in- capable of kindling into great thoughts at the stupendous spectacle of the starry universe; if you are unmoved by the sight of the countless multitude of vast, blasing suns scattered around us in space, at distances so immense that they appear like mere points of light in the bottom- less, black profundity; it there Is noth- Ing for you in the reflection that the earth is of Infinitely less relative im- portance amidst this illimitable creation than a specles of mist hovering in the apray of Niagara; If you can catch no inspiration from the thought that man, infiniteatmal as he s phiysically, never- theleas possesses the mental power. to Krasp these wonders—then take a lower view, and conider a side of astronomy Whioh even you must acknowledge to be in the highest degree practical and useful, “Even In the most anclent times the traders, crossing the vast oriental deserts Wwith their treasures, were indebted to men wise In star-lore for the laying out of the routes that they followed. The first navigators of the little Mediterra- nean sea had to learn the geography of the stars before they could venture out ‘But,” said the man, “these are old things, passed long ago. It may be that once astronomy was useful in studying about these things, but that is all done now. We have got our measures and our with the stars seems to me like studying the A B C book after you are out of school.” “No,” I msaid, ‘you are still wrong. If world were little while the entire life of the planet earth would be completely upset. Clocks and chronometers wowd go wrong. There would be collisions and disasters without number on land and sea, until the great line of navigation and of rall com- munication were all thrown into disorder or had to be abandoned. I could not tell you in all our talk the full story of the calamity that would overtake man- kind if the practical cultivation of as- tronomy should suddenly cease. 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