The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-11-06

he was man. of..the world, very fond
of money, very fond of business, doing
no more IN the matter of worship than
is done ordinarily by men of the world
one who would not scruple to
earn a few gulden on the Sunday If
such earning came in his way, who
| liked his beer and his pipe, and,
above all things, liked the fees and
perquisItes of Office on which he lived
and made his little wealth. But,
though thus worldly, he was esteemed
much by Madame Staubach, who
rarely, on his behalf, put forth that
voice of warning which was so fire.
quently heard by her niece.
But there are women of the class
who think that the acerbities of re-
ligion are intended altogether for
their own sex. That men ought to
be grateful to them who will deny?
Such women seem to think that
Heaven will pardon that hardness of
heart which it has created in man,
and which the affairs of the world
seem almost to require; but that it
will extend no such forgiveness to the
feminine creation. 1t may be neces-
sary that a man should be stiff-neck-
ed, self-willed, eager on the world,
perhaps even covetous, and given to
worldly lusts. But for a woman, it
behooves her to crush herself, so that
she may be at all points submissive,
self-denying, and much suffering. She
should be used to thorns in the flesh,
and to thorns in the spirit too. What
ever may be the things she wants,
that thing she should not have. And
if it be so that, in her feminine weak
ness, she be not able to deny herself,
there should be those around her to
do the denial for her. Let her crush
herself as it becomes poor female to
do, or let there be some other female
to crush her if she lack the strength,
the spurity, and the religious fervor
which such self-crushing requires.
Poor Linda Tressel had not much
taste for crushing herself; but Provi-
dence had supplied her with one who
had always been willing to do that
work for her. And yet the aunt had
dearly loved her niece, and dearly
loved her now in these days of our
story. If your eye offend you, shall
you not pluck it out? After a
sort, Madame Staubach was plucking
out her own eye when she led her
niece such life Of torment as will be
described in these pages,
When Linda was told one day by
Tetchen, the old servant, that there
was marriage on foot between Herr
Steinmarc and Aunt Charlotte, Linda
expressed her disbelief in very
strong terms. When Tetchen pro-
Il l..
it should be SO, and put aside as of
no avail all the reasons given by
Linda to show that such a marriage
could hardly be intended, Linda
was still incredulous. You do not
know Aunt Charlotte, Tetchen-not
as [ do said Linda.
I've lived in the same house with
her for fourteen years" said Tetchen
angrily.
And yet you do not know her. [
am sure she will not marry Peter
Steinmarc. She will never marry
anybody. She does not think of such
things"
"Poohl" said Tetchen. "All wo-
men think of them. Their heads are
always together, and Peter talks as
though he meant to be master of the
house, and he tells her everything
about Ludovic. [ heard them talk
ing about Ludevic for the hour to-
gether the other night. "
: You shouldn't listen, Tetchen."
Il didn't listen, miss But when
one is in and out one cannot stop
ones cars. / hope there isn't going
to be anything wrong between 'em
about the house"
My aunt will never do anything
wrong, and my aunt will never marry
Peter Steinmarc So Linda declared
in her aunt's defense, and in her lat
ter assertion she was certainly right.
Madame Staubach was not minded to
marry Herr Steinmarc; but she might
have done so had she wished it, for
Herr Steinmarc asked her to take
him more than once.
At this time, the widow Staubach
was a woman not much over forty
years of age; and though it can
hardly be said that she was comelv.
yet she was not without a certain pret-
tiness which might have charms in
the judgment of Herr Steiamarc. She
was very thin, and her face was pale.
and here and there was the beginning
OF wrinkle, telling as much of trOu-
BILE as of years; but her eyes were
bright and clear, and her mooth hair.
Of which but the edge was allowed to
be seen beneath her cap, was of as
rich a brown as when she had mar
ried Casper Staubach, now more than
twenty years ago and her teeth were
white and perfect, and the oval other
face had not been impaired by time.
and her step, though slow, was light