Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1872-09-17
Then you will not give up ?"
Never. | feel that | cannot"

which could only end IN unhapplness.
"Very well, Mr.. Thurstone: We.
must only part.
I'VE must, indeed Good-by."
lie made step toward h,r, as if to
take her hand; but she turned away.
He thought her attitude one of deliberate
coldness and contempt, and he reddened,
and abruptly left the ROOM She had
only turned her head from him to hide
the tears that were streaming from her
eyes for she would not let him see that
she could be weak enough to betray any
womanly emotion. When she found that
he had really left her she gave full vent
to her grief. For him, he hurried homo
praying in his heart that he might not
meet any one he knew +; he could hardly
speak with emotion,
These quarreling lovers were Mis-
Corinna Masters and the Rev Jacob
1hurstone, both living in pretty little
progressive American ''city," as it called
itself village" as it would have been
called by the needless stranger Jacob
was one Of the most popular preachers !;
Corjnna was one of the literary leaders
or the place. Jacob was a tall and
handsome young man Corinua was n
petite and beautiful young woman. They
had been engaged for some time, and
were devoted lovers-until lately Mr.
Thurstone had been finishing his studies
in Europe, and when he came back
he found Corinna one of the principal
supporters of local organization for the
MAINTENANCE or conquest of woman's
proper place as the equal of man. Cor
nna was full OF the magniGcen: new
theory, which she regarded as another re-
licion. Unluckily, Mr.. Thurs,one strong
" convinced that there could be no safe
" for society once the patriarchal
principle were departed from which
proclaimed the man TO be lorG aud mas
ter of each household. He was resolved
to preach with all his energy against the
revolutionary doctrines. Hence the
quarrel and the scene We have described.
In few hours the news went all round
the city of Acropolis (for by such classic
name had the inhabitan : chosen to des-
icnate pretty little rural village built
on a smiling plain without hint o. an
elevation any where in sight that the en-
gagemcn, between Corinna Masters and
Jacob Thurstone was at an end, Nor
was the cause Of the quarrel any secret.
Miss Theodosia Lemon rushed at once
to congaa .ulate her dearest friend CORN.
ma on the heroic stand she had made ior
principle aud The cause. Miss Lemon
was tall, stately, handsome young wo-
man---a very power IN the Woman's
Club. She had been delegate from the
club to the State Convention, and her
eloquence there had riveled Phoebe Coz
zen's, and positively astonished Mrs, Liv-
ermore. Miss Lemon embraced Corinna,
apd so praised her that the girl felt
a heroine and martyr. II was consoliug.
although there was a dash Of pain in the
reflection, that Miss Lemon he self was
about to bo married next week TO a
charming man who adored her, and who
was ready to swear to every point OF any
and every feminine character to please
her. He was a good-looking, mild-man.
ucred man. with blue eyes, fair hair, and
gentle tones. He had written treatise
on moral aesthetics, and he always pro-
claimed in his calm, sweet way that wo-
man was natures last work and highest
law.
You will come and see us Immediate
ly after we return rom our wedding
trip, cried the impetdous and generous
Theodosia. "You must stay with US
three months-s'x mouths year I!
How you will ike NY dearest Ma"cas
How his views viii delight you How
they will s,reng hen you in yor~ noble
resolutions All my dear, you are one
of the true heroines Of my sex!"
Corinna kept feeling lie heroine even
after her friend had gone. She had
found herself repeating some lines from
Mrs Browning about the sad thing it is
for womag ta sit by lone fire, and
hear the nations praising her afar.
Then she reflected that probably as yet tho
nations afar had not taken 20 praising
her. She could not help feeling despite
Of her self that obscure martyrdom is very
trying. She thought how happy it was
for Theodosia Lemon. who had to make
no sacrifice; aud she wondered wheth.
Jacob Thurs;one would really not write
her or come to see her whether be
actually meant not TO give in, but keep to
his resolve, If he did, how dreadful it
weuld be- For she would not, aud
could not, renounce her resolution. No,
not for the best man that ever lived
Mr.. Thurstone, too, had visit of con-
graduation. The Rev Oscar Swallow
called to give him word Of commenda-
tion. Oscar Swallow was minister of
II different denomination, an able, ener-
getic, powerful man, built like black
smith, and with the voice ola Boanerges.
He had a cultivated intellect aud kind
ly heart. He was ten years older then
Thurstone, and, by an odd coincidence,
he too was just on the eve Of marriage
"My dear Thurstone, can't tell you
how deeply l sympathize with you, and
, how entirely l approve of the course
you have taken. l tell you this uprais-
Ing of women, this breaking out of wo-
man, from her proper sphere, is the anom-
ally and the curse of our time and
country. 1t just is, sir 1t is the bound
en- duty Of every minister Of religion to
protest against it and preach against it"
al think 50, said poor Jacob. firmly,
bnt rather ru9frIlu