| 193A WORD WITH THE WOMEN
(By Elia W. Peattie)
When one is particularly cynical,
there is nothing that confirms her pes-
simism more than to pick up a copy of
the daily paper, and read all the news
that refers to women. Misery, pain,
shame, sorrow, heroism, madness, sacri-
fice, and now and then happiness or
frivolity are to be found that would
furnish the material for a dozen novels,
yet are contained in the telegraphic re-
ports of one day. Taking a paper by
chance the other day this is what I
found in a single issue.
Lizzie Cark, a Salvation army girl of
St Louis entered a fire engine house,
went to the stall where the horses are
kept, and, falling on her knees, began to
pray for the souls of the horses. They ar-
rested her and locked her in a cell,
where she peered through the bars and
sang "Rescue the Perishing." Was she
mand? Well, of course, the policeman
thought so. In India a person would be
mad who suggested that woman had a
soul. In America a person is mad who
suggests that a horse has one. One has
has only to be in the minority to be
mad.
Here is the next item. At East liver-
pool, O, a woman lies dying calling for
her daughter, who has left her and dis-
appeared. She fears the utmost of
shame and misery for that daughter,
and has forgotten the pages of death in
her agonized anxiety for her child- who,
not very long ago was her innocent
little girl. This is sorrow past sorrow,
and death, to be merciful, must come
quickly.
From pathos to bathos
Amelle Rivers Chanler has discovered
a hero whose heart gave a hot leap
along his breast to his throat, leaving a
fiery track behind as of sparks"
Here is the tragic- and the heroic
At Charleston, W Va, Robert Hill beat
one of his sons so cruelly that the boy
ran to his mother for protection. She
wrapped her arms around him and
the infuriated father struck her and
beat her. His young daughter-- only a
child in years- walked into the room,
placed a revolver at the base of her
father's brain and killed him. She has
been indicted for murder. But she be-
longs along with Corday and other slay-
ers of tyrants. Such acts pass crime
and become heroism. Moral action has
its perfect circle. Vice and virtue meet.
If a West Virginia jury convicts her
the men will have degenerated from
the time when they stood alone against
their mother state, and seceded for hu-
man liberty, making new boundary lines
to emphasize their principles.
Then here's a woman married at 55
to a man of 69- snatching an afterglow
of happiness. | 193A WORD
WITH THE WOMEN
(By Elia W. Peattie)
When one is particularly cynical,
there is nothing that confirms her pes-
simism more than to pick up a copy of
the daily paper, and read all the news
that refers to women. Misery, pain,
shame, sorrow, heroism, madness, sacri-
fice, and now and then happiness or
frivolity are to be found that would
furnish the material for a dozen novels,
yet are contained in the telegraphic re-
ports of one day. Taking a paper by
chance the other day this is what I
found in a single issue.
Lizzie Cark, a Salvation army girl of
St Louis entered a fire engine house,
went to the stall where the horses are
kept, and, falling on her knees, began to
pray for the souls of the horses. They ar-
rested her and locked her in a cell,
where she peered through the bars and
sang "Rescue the Perishing." Was she
mand? Well, of course, the policeman
thought so. In India a person would be
mad who suggested that woman had a
soul. In America a person is mad who
suggests that a horse has one. One has
has only to be in the minority to be
mad.
Here is the next item. At East liver-
pool, O, a woman lies dying calling for
her daughter, who has left her and dis-
appeared. She fears the utmost of
shame and misery for that daughter,
and has forgotten the pages of death in
her agonized anxiety for her child- who,
not very long ago was her innocent
little girl. This is sorrow past sorrow,
and death, to be merciful, must come
quickly.
From pathos to bathos
Amelle Rivers Chanler has discovered
a hero whose heart gave a hot leap
along his breast to his throat, leaving a
fiery track behind as of sparks"
Here is the tragic- and the heroic
At Charleston, W Va, Robert Hill beat
one of his sons so cruelly that the boy
ran to his mother for protection. She
wrapped her arms around him and
the infuriated father struck her and
beat her. His young daughter-- only a
child in years- walked into the room,
placed a revolver at the base of her
father's brain and killed him. She has
been indicted for murder. But she be-
longs along with Corday and other slay-
ers of tyrants. Such acts pass crime
and become heroism. Moral action has
its perfect circle. Vice and virtue meet.
If a West Virginia jury convicts her
the men will have degenerated from
the time when they stood alone against
their mother state, and seceded for hu-
man liberty, making new boundary lines
to emphasize their principles.
Then here's a woman married at 55
to a man of 69- snatching an afterglow
of happiness. |
