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About The west shore. (Portland, Or.) 1875-1891 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 20, 1890)
308 WEST SHORE. yfl tfJUSijp w wtttoht? iifmi) Jftwy I raJS CHINOOK WIND. Come, toft Chinook, and lay thj glowing feoe Agaiut U line of yonder Ur orowned hilli ; Fn loe-bonnd meadow, loot the froMn rills, With thj wrm breath and maiio touch of greoe. 0, fair Chinook ! Mod one lonf , kindly glanoe Aonai thia dreary waste of oold tad mow ; Bet fruMi greening and the roe ablow: Btir tteepirf violet with thy peaeion' lanoe ; Bet April' akiee in mid-Deoember'a world; Bend April' laughter, that onr pnlae may thrill ; Wake eilf er bird notee on iron eilent bill i Let thia doll eea with enn flakee be impearled, 0, fair Chlnook-ree, like a maiden fair, Who fling gold tmae to the golden akiee, With annllght glancing from her lip and ejet, And reaob.ee downward aoft arm, chute and bare Come, eott Chinook, for tender pit' eake I Bet old htart hopeful, old blood all aglow ; Kiel from old rein the host and ice and enow And like a ether bugle, onr " Awake ! " Many work that others may receive the credit therefor, Bleep ii an opiate (or a diseased conacience, but cure there it none not even death, Those who have learned most languages sometimes fail to understand the simplest which Is the language of the heart. most precious, because the one who gave it me 8Wd: I am sorry, dear, that I could not give you something nicer, but -.nd th re he stopped and there was something better than tears in his eyes and in his voice. How frequently you hear the exclamation: " 0 dear I mns make at least twenty presents this Christmas, and it is such a nuisancel 0, let us stop all such hypocrisy ! It in all bad as it is for people who never have a rev erent thought to uncover their heads in God's holy temples and to pretend to have respect for his teachings. Let us stop making a mockery of Christ mas and of real feeling! Never mind the costly gifts; but if you love some one deeply, send him a little token of that love U it be only a flower and a tender wish. For some time an effort has been made to secure the admission of women to the medical school of the Johns Hopkins university in Baltimore. Within the past year this university has received in gifts and bequests half a million of dollars; but to hasten the complete organization of the school, it is now undertaken by the women of America to raise the additional sum of 100,000. The trustees of the university have recently voted to accept this fund and to admit women. As the right of women to practice medicine is no longer contested-there being over 2,500 women actually following this profession in our country-medical schools of high standard should no longer be closed to them. For the purpose of raising this sum local com mittees of women are being formed in Baltimore, Washington, Boston, San Francisco and other large cities. Among the names on these committees we find Mrs. Harrison, Mrs. Morton, Mrs. Blaine, Mrs. Stanford, Julia Ward Howe, and many of equal prominence. In San Francisco the chair man of the committee is Emma Sutro Merritt, and the vice-chairman is Mrs Hearst, wife of Senator Hearst. It is to be sincerely hoped that such a work, intended for the higher knowledge and advancement of the women of America, will receive kindly interest and generous aid from all who can afford to contribute. Is it not a more praiseworthy work than the erection of colossal monuments to people long dead ? You who have a few, or many, dollars to spare, remember the living before the dead, and thus erect an everlasting monument to yourself before you die for after death the bunch of violets laid upon your breast by one you helped is sweeter than a pile of glistening stone. Conscience tat at the door of the heart and kept faithful watch that sin might never enter there. But after a long, long while she wearied, as one always will. " I have been faithful so long," she said, " and sin has never once attempted to enter, so I might as well rest me a little while." So she fell asleep; and lol straightway came sin and entered the unprotected door of the heart. And It came to pass that when conscience awakened and saw what had happened, she was broken-hearted, for she knew that it was too late, and that all her watching now would be of no avail. And she roamed over the earth, lonely, and grieving always ; and she moaned : " Oh, that I had never slept!" And again: "Oh, that I had never slept I" A young wife once went away for a visit, leaving her husband to furnish a new house in ber absence. " Now, what kind of furniture do you want?" demanded the head of the household, doubtless with a premonition of com ing evil. " O, any tiling, love," was the delightfully lucid reply ; " anything you like, to It Is pretty and nice." At the end of a month she returned, and this Is what the found In her parlor: A bright orange carpet, pale blue paper on the walls, green curtains, crimson velvet furniture and lilac portieres not to mention odds and ends of every thade under the sun. " I might have borne It all, though," the said afterward, weeping, to a friend, " if ht had not stood there with the most Idiotically-pleased expression and asked nit If it 1 all wasn't lovely 'and to this day he can not understand what was wrong; and he he says "choking down a tob "that all the angels In heaven couldn't please me I I should think not, If If that's the way they furnish rooms! " There are Christmas gifts and Christmas gifts. There It the one that Is given as a duty, and the one that Is given as a bribe, and the one that is given with strong anticipations of a costlier one In return (this one, by the by, usually comet in good time). And there It Die one that It given for love. The first throe are usually more elegant and expensive than the last, because love it not alwayt rich save In Itself. Promiscuous giftmaking it like a promiscuous Interchange of photographs coarse and objectionable. " Girt me your photograph and I'll give you mine " it one of the most of (entivt reiuarkt one can make to me; and If, for Die sheer pleasure of it, I send a little gift to tome one and something is tent back at a kind of return well, they never get another. The simplest gift I ever received was the A eott, warn wind thai earn over the kill like a beanteooe maiden who hair it gold, and whoa ere are ennlight, and whoee breath i perfumed of liolete s and who leans dowaward with ehaete arms, and kieiee the treat from the meadow, and the enow from lae hUleide, and the loe from the fro en rill i and who pata new life into the veins of the hopeleu old. When a man accepts a public position that must necessarily separate him from bis wife and home, he does a wrong and unjust thing. For a senator, or congressman, or other public man to be from home year after year, means that slowly but surely will grow up between man and wife a coolness, a lack of sympathy and nearness, a possibility of getting along without the companionship (or which it is to be presumed they married it means a gradual wearing out of love. Yet It is no rare or uncommon thing to see the husband out in the world, bearing empty honors with an easy smile and complacent, dignified manner, while the wife drudges at home in the monotonous cares of housework and children. Once In a while he comes home and graciously accepts their caresses and attention!, and beams benevolently upon everybody and everything. He is pleased that the hay crop is good, and the orchard in fair condition; he samples the lucious fruits, and admires the new colts, the new calves, and the flower gardens. Invariably he brings handsome presents (or the whole family usually a black silk dress (or bis wife, in which to gown herself and sit, lonely and sad, In the great man's pew in church, year In and year out. He tells them how he longs to remain with them, but that h'm hit country needs him; and he is so proud to have so noble and self-Bacrlficing a wife, and such promising children. And presently he takes his little satchel and his big smile away from the loveless home, and neither are teen there again for many months or years. Now, I believe in women being home makers, but do not with the strongest kind of emphasis believe in their being drudges and nonentitiea! If your country needt your husband, It needs yon, also. Go with him wherever the calls of his country demand that he should go. If be suggests that the home should be taken care of, or that the children are too young to travel about, smile at him and say yes, you think yourself that it would be better (or his country to wait a while (or him. Do not ever let him forget that he owns a life interest in those children and In that home, or you will regret it the longest day of your life. It it love that makes a home, and no house, however large, however handsome, however well kept, can be a home without it. And now, let me add that there Is another man who is as deadly a foe to his wife's happiness and the peace of his home as the man who yields to public honors. It is the man who lets a love of greed and money beat down the little tendernesses of life; who hoards and saves, and never sees the lines that grow about bis wife's eyes ; never notices or cares that her heart is breaking for a kind word, and that her life is wearing out. By and by, he will have his money, his position, his honors ; but I tell you there will be something gone for which he will hunger all his life long, but may never have back tgain-for love and faith are tender plants that do not thrive in the shadow o( neglect, though they stand like giant trees, through the storms oi adversity.