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Show Heart's Haven t LUREOF THE PICK BRINGS GRIEF By BETTY BLAIR "Ha Is dead who sees nothing to change , , . who travels no new way, nor strange." So long aa we have our mental faculties wa need not consider ourselves too old to completely change our lives. We ran create for ourselves a whole Dew mental and physical world, through nature, through bonks, through serving and studying other people. Dear Miss Blsir: I read your column and appreciate appre-ciate your philosophy of life. I have trouble which give ma many sleepless nights. I one wss good provider and had a dally wage but being a natural miner, I took to the hills with my ick, thinking to get rich. I ound many rich prospect hole which I mad with my own hands but I soon used up all my surplus sur-plus money. Tha prat pert hole failed to feed irry family but still I rushed madly mad-ly on from hill to hill, only to. be disappointed. My family lost faith In my attempted 'get rich quirk' scheme, and in me also, I felt o lure of nieces that I neglected them, feeling that any morning I would return to them with loads of gold and make them hsppy for aver. Yean Have Paeaed Many year have dragged on. My wife met a soldier who offered of-fered her what I for year had not provided living. She dlv-vorced dlv-vorced me and married him. Sh forbade me to come to the horn to as my children. The children bave now grown to manhood and. Womanhood and havt, I suppose, forgotten me. I am lonely, a broken-hearted eld man. 1 dream of what might hav been had my dreams and tabor been realized. In my mind's ye I see my wife and children talking and laughing with friends while I roam from ona hotel to another trying to seek out soma eld acquaintance to remlnlsr With on other and happier day. I can never retrieve what I havs nets wasn't a commodity to be found anywhere In the world out-slds out-slds ths compassing limits of ons's own self. I have ssen a person msks a complete com-plete comeback to life by having a plot of garden to tend. Oreen sprouts coming from tiny teed, growing, blossoming, bearing fruit. The miracle of lift seen ovtr and ovtr again In Its perfection! Optn your tyts to llfs snd In doing so forget your own misery. SAI.T-RIMINQ BREAD Dear Miss Blair: Ths recent letter In your column about home made bread haa given me the ob-session ob-session that I want to maks tome old fashioned salt rlaing bread. 1 have looked everywhere for a recipe, but not one of my cook books has It. Can you print tha recipe for m In your column? Thank you. "Cullnarlan." a Here Is a recipe one of our readers read-ers ssnt ms mors thsn 10 yeara ago In ret pones to a rtqusst similar to your own : Mix 1 cup of scslded milk, I teaspoon tea-spoon of sugar, teaspoon sslt and 1 tup of flour. Beat wall and 1st stand In a warm placa over night In the morning add t cups of flour, anothsr cup of milk, cover and let rise sgain. Shape Into loaves, let rise In pans and baks. If our readers hsve any additional instructions to add to thia rscipe, we should be pleassd to print them. A repestsd Incidsnt of my girlhood dsys, ths memory of which makes ms laugh heartily, haa to do with tall-rising bread. I with I hsd a hot, buttered, fragrant suet of ths crust right now. GOLDEN MOTTOES Dear Miss Blsir: , Hsve you anywhere in your fllea tome very old mottoes about spending, asv-Ing asv-Ing and hoarding gold. I remember remem-ber my grandfather used to re-pest re-pest them to me when I was young girl I had aoma naw tar-rings tar-rings Which I wore with great pride. Part of the motto had to do with my wearing gold. Thank you. "Cells." ae Thsr are mottoes of ancient Greece which read: Win gold and wear It a vain man'a motto. Win gold and share It a generous man's motto. Win gold and spare It a miser's motto. Win gold snd sptnd It, a profllgsts's motto. Win gold and lend It a fool's motto. Win gold and loss It a gamblsr's motto. Win gold and uss It, a wis man's motto. I hops this Is ths grandfather's grand-father's vtrss for which you sought. wsi. sue otnsrs doing as I did. may read thla and stop before It la too lata, before the rankerworm of remorse gnaws at their heart until oblivion overcome them. Miss Blair, can you give me a few thoughts thst may by chance point to ray of sunshine? "Disappointed.' e e o. Yon tried, didn't you? You did the on thing you thought would bring success. It fsiled. And you paid the permlty. as well as your family. And having paid, why go en wasting th year of your declining de-clining year paving and paying With no eurceass? Whsn w pay our bills at th stores It Is not expected of us thst w pay the earn bill twice, .or ever and over again. It Is not expected ex-pected that w go on worrying about abstract debts w Incurred that have long ago been paid off In terms of human suffering, Ife l Ta Ysa Only you can change thla. True you can't retrieve what ha been " lost, but thst which you lost was not all there was to happiness of living. Thar was much, much besides. be-sides. It Is not all to be found either In old friend with whom to remlnlsr. reml-nlsr. You can go right on living In tha present In your mind, even though th bodily activities art lowed up. You can be a purveyor of cheer to others less well off than you. You can enrich your mind In the free public library. rollow th courts of th ancient philosophers who knew that happi- |