The Republican journal., 1872-08-29


and she wondered whether Jacob Thur
stone would really not write to her OF
come to see her; whether he actually
meant not to give in, but keep to his re
solve. If he did, how dreadful it would
be For she would not, and could not,
renounce her resolution No, not Tor the
| best man that ever lived
Mr.. Thurstone, too, had a visit of con-
gratuIatlon. The Rev. Oscar Swallow
called to give him a word of commenda
ton. Oscar Swallow was a minister OF a
! different denomination, an able. energetic,
| powerful man. built like black smith,
and with the voice of n Boanerges. He
had a cultivated intellect and a kindly
! heart He was ten years Older that Thur
stone. and, by IN odd coincidence, he too
was Just on the eve of marriage.
"My dear Thurstone. can't tell you
how deeply | sympathize with you, and
how entirely | approve of the course you
have taken. tell yon this upraisng of
women, this breaking out of woman from
| her proper sphere, is the anomaly and the
curse of our time and country. 1t Just is,
sir. 1t is the bounden duty of every min
lister Of religion to protest against it and
preach against it."
II think so," said poor Jacob, firmly,
but rather rufully
"You have testified to your faith, as
hope we should all do if need were. |
hope and believe | should have done the
same"
''You are more fortunate and don't
need" said Jacob; and Il pang went
through him.
ono. I don't need-that's so. Ny
Emily is all sweetness and devotion.
Dear little thing She understands and
maintains that a woman's true honor and
dignity are in submission. My will, of
course, will always he her law AS you
say, | am indeed singularly blessed, and
am all the more grieved on your account
| But, Thurstone, don't misunderstood
me. If Emily were otherwise disposed,
she would have to bow her will to my
authority. | would sacrifice anything
rather than acknowledge OF tolerate doe
trines which tend to the unsexing of wo-
man, and the placing her in - position
above her husbands lawful authority and
ordination. Yes, | would even rather
give Emily up, than do rs you have done.
Only | hope and believe that in the end
you will not have to sacrifice any thing"
Thurstone groaned
mo, no; she'll prove reasonable you
may be sure. IN send Emily to talk to
her about woman's duty"
SIT would be of no use' Thurstone
said, sadly, "she's so much under the in
tluence of TheodosaL emon."
"Ay, yes; just SO. Theodosia Lemon !,
And poor Marcus Verdons going to
marry that girl What a lite is before
him Well, how man can deliberately
put himself for his whole existence under
absolute petticoat government is mys-
terry to me-"
|.SIle is a kindly hearted, impulsve
woman" Jacob said trying to talk com
posedly "but | wish she hadn't infected
Cornna with her dangerous and lament
able doctrines"
''Oh, she is a perfect tornado. Poor
Marcus. How pity him! But he is a
quiet fellow by nature, and he'll submit
| tell you what, Thurstone, these are
dangerous times the whole foundation
of II virtuous society are endangered If
women he not kept in their roper place.
YOU happy before long with a good and
; devoted wiie-when Corinna Masters re-
turns to her Senses"
Mr. Thurstone really had made heavy
sacrifice. He loved Corinna dearly; had
! loved her and mentally associated her
with all his fortunes, prospects, and hopes
for years. He had thought that she loved
him, and looked up to him sufficiently to
he guided by his advice and his authority.
1t was a bitter pain, Il stunning shock to
him, when he found that she would not
, yield. But he saw no possible good in a
, marriage under such circumstances, and
so he doomed himself if it must be- to
solitude and suffering
! Next Sunday he preached to a specially
full congregation. Corinna sat with her
: mother in her accustomed place Miss
; Masters looked pale, but very resOlute.
She was quite resolved to 90 through
with it. No one should say that she was
weak enough to absent herself from dntv
for single day because of her wounded
feelings. No, if he could stand and
preach she could sit and listen. "What
! man dare, | dare, she might have said.
Mr.. Thurstone took for his text the
words of Paul, '.For the man is not of
the woman, but the woman of the man !;
neither was the man created for the wo-
man, but the woman for the man.
On this text he preached a very power
full sermon. to which MISS Corinna listened
with kindling eyes. but without move
; ment. lie has determined to insult me in
the face of all the people," she thought to
herself; 'but he shall see that his words
have no longer any weight with me, Why
can none of us women be allowed to
answer him? The time will come"
Theodosia Lemon, who was present
with her fiance, had not patience to wait
for the coming time. She actually got
up from her pew, gathered her rustling
silk about her. and in slow, stately motion
walked out of the church in the middle of
the preachers discourse. From the cor
ner of her eye she flashed an electric
command to her lover. Mr.. Verdon, to
follow her. Perhaps he had not seen or
understood the command; perhaps he
was too tmid to walk out of church dur
ing the sermon, even when preceded and
encouraged by his Theodosia. Anyhow
he remained in his place, with his eyes
mildly fixed on the floor.
s'What a noble sermOn!" Mrs. Meek
er said to her daughters, as they walked
home. ''lt was too splendid for any
thing
"Indeed it was. mamma" said her
daughter Lucy.
Her daughter Rachel only tossed her
head Rachel had been TO more than one
meeting of the Woman's Club
'Dlu you Stt HOW Iuuely lueOuOSlit
Lemon behaved ?" the elderly lady went
on.
"Oh, yes, mamma" answered Lucy ?
"and did you observe Corinna Masters ?
How angry she looked | never liked
her."
s'He preached at her. my love. Every
one knew that. Oh, she deserves it all
How splendid of him! What a noble
self-sacrifce He reminds me sometimes
of Junius Brutus condemning his wife"
''Only Brutus didn't condemn his wife,
mamma" Miss Rachel observed, sarcas-
tically.
81 beg your pardon. Rachel. | read it
in Shakespeare long ago. He condemned
his wife, Portia, and thrust dagger into
her lower limb"
''Oh, mamma, what a mess you are
} making of !"
81 think, mamma" said Lucy, mildly
"you are mistaking one Brutus for an