Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1869-11-05

intimidate the half dozen photographers
who had gone there with the idea that it
would be possible to report the young
lady. We do not present any report of
Miss Ashers address, save that she spoke
more IN favor of progress in the home cir
Gle than of the improvement of women in
public affairs. She did not believe in
hasty divorces and the cate idea of aft
mites. Woman's true place was wife
and mother. There was nothing grander
than true independence, but Joan of Arc
did not place herself at the head of the
French army through any idea of re-
lance on her own powers. Let the most
beautiful women say IS am independent
am progressive" and the beauty is gone
A woman may show us how divine thing
woman may be by pursuing the true life
of woman. Miss Asher spoke only about
twenty minutes, and then left the field to
the blonCe-the young veteran. Miss Eta
Soule. who was introduced by a lacy as
ready to speak on Woman's Rights to
the Ballot" and as an eloquent and talent
ed young lady, who was perfectly equal to
the occasion. Little Miss SOule, bringing
with her to the footlights the powerful
auxiliary Of several years experience as a
public speaker in the cause of total absti
nence, went bravely into the subject, and
talked for half ali hour. She urged that
if a woman was u true woman all the ballot
boxes could not change her. Tie ballot was
the true educator, and woman will only be
benefited by it. II the ballot box bad be-
come SO corrupt as stated could it be inn
proved by leaving it IN the hands Of these
political scamps, or would we improve it
by taking advantage of woman's ennobling
influence Were the intelligent women
of the country to be governed by corrup-
ton without raising a cry Of Indignation,
while prize fighter, with brass in his face
and gold in his pocket-a whiskey barrel
in the shape OF man-could be sent to
Congress to legislate for good and
Intelligent women I? At this point Miss
Soule got "stuck.'' She had been speak
ing without notes OF cue, and was getting
along bravely until this almost fatal point
Was reached The words wouldn't come.
The poor little oratress became very red
in the face, with the audience In the front
and the brunette sitting behind, and doubt
less agonized at her discontinue. One,
two, three, four, five seconds, ten seconds,
nearly half minute, passed, and still the
missing word would not come to her mem
ory. She stamped her little foot and
ciutched at her thu oat in her agony. Then
she looked down in the audience at man
who held her manuscript, and who vas
about to start for the stage, just then
words were golden with Miss Eta. At
last, when the audience was beginning to
deeply sympathize with the little reoita
zionist, who had made the mistake of at"
tempting to speak without the text, the cue
, word came, and the stream of oratory, ar
/ gument, and eloquent appeal flowed on
? smoothly once more.
From the Milwaukee Wisconsin.
The Smartest Girl In M1chigan-A Hero
inc Without Knowing it.
While our steamer Norman lay wooding
up at Port Oneida, on the Michigan shore,
, there came aboard pleasant, barefooted
:. German girl, with a pail of berries She
wore a cheap calico dress, minus the hoops,
with little bingham shaker, nearly hiding
her face. She was rather underslze, with
supple figure, and al air of modest assu-
rance that denoted girl of genuine stamp,
but that told the boys to keep out Of her
way All the men about the boat and dock
. seemed to know her. The steward bought
!. her berries at her own price. The clerk
at the Office touched his hat TO her as If IN
the presence of duchess. "That's the
2 smartest girl in Michigan" said the engln-
= eer. as she passed out the gangway. The
Q girl gave no heed to admiring glances and
compliments that followed her, but straight
, way sought her little fish cabin, where she
was mending nets, by the shore. On IN.
, quiry of the old dockman, we learnt / that
= our little barefoot maiden, though only
= seventeen, was the oldest of family Of an
= even dozen, living in little double log
J cabin, on the high bank above the shore
= Her father came here from Buffalo some
. dozen years ago, went to clearing timber
y selling wood to steamboats,, and raising
:, stuff on his land. LAME, the Oldest girl
was the "little captain " from the start
and showed pluck beyond her years. II
=. winter she would get on her boots and bt
- out among the wood-choppers, before she
8 could hardly waddle through the snow
. In summer she would wander off O berry
= ing, or be down among the nets of fishing
-" boats. It was her greatest delight to gel
- on the water, to rock and toss upon thu
~ waves. At ten, she was trim little sallo
70 herself, and would coast off for miles alone
- At twelve she would allow no boy to pas
- her with sail or oar. For the last thre
- years ''Lanie " has been master of a hand
~ some fishing craft and set of "gill nets.
=. She puts them out early in April, and con
~ tinues them till late in the fall. She is on
q every morning at daylight, and again il
70 the evening, except IN the toughest wealth
g er. She takes younger sister along t.
= help to set and draw the nets. She oftel
brings in a couple of hundred fine lax
=" trout and white-fish at q haul. She dres
y ses them, tries out the oil, packs and send
80 them away to market Her August an
" September catch amounted to over $500
- Besides her fishing receipts she has take
y, ~ in over $17O this season for berries, pickle
~. ~ at odd hours by herself and sister. All he
!; money goes to her father Month afte
~ month, he packs it away in old sacks an
III ha stockings under his bed night afte
a5 night he guards it with sabre and pistol
% In all, she is said to have earned him owe
- - S., 900. Of course, the old man is prou
"a az of his girl, and tells of her exploits wit
o. the live!iest twinkle OF satisfaction. Dial
~ ger and hardship seem unknown to he
on on She will go out in any blow and come
ne with full sails. Her white mast and bill
pennon is known by people far along tt
coast. Boats salute her in passing bo
swing their hats in proud recognition
Without knowing it, LAME Borfein is
20 heroine.