The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1858-08-26

uateO log CABIN 10 enquire Tue way. SUp
ping over the threshold, turned to form
that was rocking back and forth in dark
corner, and made known my wish. Thert
was no reply, and ! repeated my inquiry in
louder tone the form gave start, as
though awakening from day dream, and
came out into the light, and dirty. slat-
ternly form it was looked at the face
and despite the rapid inroads Of time, and
care and trouble, and sorrow, and disap.
pointment, and DIRT, knew it was Allie.
What did you say - came the silvery
unchanged, voice, with timid and plain
tive accent, a. though she was afraid was
going to strike her for not hearing the first
time.
Mrs. Willis Allie is this your" She
looked at me, a momentary CLEAN Of sur.
prise and curiosity lighting up her faded
eye, and then the usual dreary expression
came back again.
"Yes, l am Mrs. Willis. Take chair p
And | am--dont you remember me
Netta's sisters" A sharp, painful expires.
sion fitted over her face knew she was
thinking Of the dear old village, and Of the
happy, happy days Of youth; but no tear
came into her eye--perhaps she had wept
them all away. She only smiled forced
smile, and said Il remember !"
] staid an hour. The house was dark
and dirty, and two little girls, who soon
came in dragging some sticks Tor fire,
were Us ragged and forlorn looking children
as | ever saw. Loud and regular snores,
and the fumes Of whisky, soon informed me Of
the whereabouts Of Mr.. James Willis Allie
made no excuses she said her health was
very poor, and the bad no strength. Her
words were not needed READ ny much in
her wasted and wasting figure, and in her
slow, lifeless tread. After she had arranged
the room little, she sat down, and taking
q baby from the rickety cradle, began to
hush it to sleep, singing soft lullaby.
Oh! how my heart bled for you, poor
Allie you blighted lily-you dropping
neglected vine The still sweet, but fainter
voice came like the carol OF bird from
some ivied ruin, or like the low tones OF an
Eolian harp in some long deserted cham
ber
remounted Charlie" and rode slowly
away, wishing from the depths Of my heart,
that possessed the power TO tranfer my
own bounding, elastic health and spirits into
the dropping lite of Allie Evans.
II is high time that Womens Rights
were being enacted, instead OF being talked
OF only Curl your moustache in contempt,
young gentleman and you-vcnerable sir,
who deem homework" woman's highest
haN He io fT
if you imagine that bois,erous. fame loving
Lucy Stones, and faBatical Erncs,ine Roses,
have ruined and killed the cause, you are
mistaken And il you believe Woman's
Rights sort of "Will-o' tho.Wisp," or that
it will die away like the Salem witchcraft
then you are both old observation-disclosures
deposi,s--organic remains and the sooner
You let 20 your musty notions. and rush out
into the world to catch up with the times.
the sooner you will discover minds arising
many in America. but more in Europe
who are destined 10 silence the cackling
Stones and Roses, and place upon firm
noble and lasting foandation--W oman's
Rights,
DO we not need them--the Rights Look
q, the thousands who were driven by starya.
tion to ruin and infamy during the late
financial panic What possible thing is
there that could have driven man TO such
vice Situated in the independent position
which he occupies. what chance has be TO
buy his life at the price Of such degradation,
Look at the thousands yes. the millions
who are reared under the hOthouse roof of
fashion they are taught only fashionable
things, cherish only fashionable sentiments,
do nothing but fashionable acts, and after
fiuttering out their butterfly lives in per-
TUNED death chambers they ARE fashionably
sLroudei fashionably buried, and even the
church Dells seems 10 tOl! forth on their
burial day--fashion
Lastly look at the wives OF DRUSKAEDs (,
how long, think you, would refined and
intellectual man recognize wife in coarse
ignorant. profane. vulgar, drunken woman
Right again, sir mot long, and yet, how
many beautiful lives have been wasted
worse than wasted. In loving and c!inging
to drunken hustand q husband very nice
and good in the days Of coartship. but 10
after years a--beast-who drags after him
in hp downward path. she. who bg, for him,
would have been nm angel
DO We not need the rights, will no
90 80 far a. 10 -sy that q woman a. @ righ
% yOte--t0 plead law--W 70 wear the liy
ery Of Heaven" but say that she has a
night TO be profoundly and solidly etiuca,
ted, and TO take her place beside man in IN
telIec,; she has right 70 be piacd above
the reach Of vice which a. IN the case men.
toned, renamed the only alternative from
death she has right TO rush cut into the
5eld Of life and follow wha,soever path best
suits her situation and power; (br lsdisz,
it ia r1mored that We are becsmlng burdsrs
let Us support oursivs,j she has right %
BE- healthy, strong happy, h,Auiiiui snd good,
and when abr "a deprived of any Of tbese
rghs. whether by pAnlcs. etiqoetie. fashion,
W Tn drunken hnsbsDd--thsn abe i.
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