The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1872-06-28

a profound courtesy; "else why did
Dame Nature make me just so near
a beauty that the world can never
cease lamenting the missing link2-
IF her nose was only a little longer
-'if her mouth was only a triae
smaller-'if her eyes were only a
shade darker So on. would
rather be a fright outright than a
half finished mistake"
Now my Kate, in spite of her faults
is no "half-fnished mistake" at all,
but bright fascinating girl; an
heiress, too, with no more thought
of her money than the lilies of the
field.
The time for the excursion csme.
ISailing out of the harbor in the af-
ternoon, we tossed awhile on turbid
Lake Erie, and then glided through
the portals into the beautiful river
the broad, rushing Niagara
Isweeping onward with tremendous
lspeed, and carrying the compressed
tide of four fresh-wator seas between
Its banks. Our boat-a tug digni-
fled by the title of steam yacht, and
manned by crew Of two men-was
a queer little craft, with an open
bowl of cabin in front, an engine
behind, ct praetere1 nibSl. After de-
ascending with great difiulty into
1.-THE bowl, we took our seats upon
the cushioned bench which ran
laround three sides, and protected by
la wooden awning supported on
lstanchions, rode gayly onward, the
little engine sending US along at
lrapid speed through the deep-blue
water. At first we all talked merrily
together.
$50 you do not approve of woman
suffrage, Mr.. Vanderheyden" said
my niece. Kate Keller.
"No, Miss Keller. ko not dis
pute the keen delicacy of woman's
intellect, but l maintain that love is
iher power, and we love her, not for
lher mind, but rather for her heart.
We do not wish to see her laboring
lat our severe toll; we do not wish to
Isee her gentle, dependant nature
Iroughened by contact with the hard
world; we will neither tear her from
her shrine, nor suffer her to slip
down thence. That shrine is home,
there is her place, and there may
you yet find your goddess, my young
friends, as I have found mine," said
iMr. Vanderheyden, glancing toward
ibis wife with devoted affection shin
ling in his bright brown eyes.
Mrs. Vanderheyden smiled family
/ "Cold-hearted creature" whisper
ed Kate to me. Then aloud: care
you not someting of pagan, Mr.
= Vanderheyden? Would you not car
ry us back to the buried ideas of tht
Ignorant past?"
Ignorant past2 Glorious past sa,
y I! What have we in this working
t day world to compare with the myth
e of the past? Oh, for the sum!
e plains, the unknown, uncaring rest
the dreamy ease, and the happy ig
t. norence of'antiquity~
e "Oh! thou pagan!" said Kate
Y shave we poor women no champion
e mo red-cross knight to fight on
battles?-What say you Mr.. For
s Isythe"
81 am inclined to think, Mis- Kel
I ler, that we are progressing toward
r future whose vivid reality viii eclips
n the shadows of the past. In the in
l. tense light of developing aspirations
; our souls will recognize their soul
e companions, and, in the white hea
e of idealizsd intellect, our hearts vii
/ blossom with fervid spontaniety
i. Then will woman reach the aphOthe
!. sis; then will human intellect, EN-
bodied in the clear crystals woman'c
e mind, rise to its true place, the polal
star of infinite, the germ Of ante-cos
/ mic vivifcation."
n "Gloriousw exclaimed Kate, will
s enthusiasm.
' 81 am sorry, Mr.. Forsythe, to hea
) you advocating any relaxation o
!. the social rules" I said quietly.
It "Miss Jane,yoU mistake my mean
/ ing. But thus it has ever been viii
Y the disciples of q higher law. W.
) soar above the clouded atmosphere
lof this world, and our phrases, suited
r, to the realms of expanded thought
are wrested by the sublunary to theil
- Iown destruction. l trust, Mrs. Van
d derheyden, that you, also, did noi
K misunderstood me? that you did no
e think me other than 1 ana studen
;. Of the emancipated soul?'
"She did not misunderstood you,
s said the husband, answering for hi
wife; "but she does not agree witt
u your theory. She is content wher'
she is; and together we would will
l. lingly migrate back to your so-calleC
shadowy past, rather than risk ou-
Y happiness in your progressive fu
ture."
~ And Mr.. Vanderheyden drew I
4 shawl closer around his wife, snC
n raised her gloved hand to his lips.
e Sand you, Miss Keller" saiC
it Alleyne Forsythe-'I trust you dit
V not think me materialistY'
;e 81 fully appreciated and sympa
thize with your ideas!" exclaimec
v Kate, her face lighted up with cage
interest.
1t The young mans blue eyes smiles
" back upon his disciple.
If "And you, Miss Brandegee," h
le continued-'you did not think me
g slave to the miserable half way thee
k ries of modern sensationalists?"
sr ooh, mop said Pearl, with one o
ID her ripping laughs, making a prisr
lie of dimples, white teeth, bright eyes
er and waving curls, as she spoke.
What beauty she was! Natha
D. Days quiet eyes shone with happ
ness as he gazed on her lovely face
TO and even AIleyne Forsythe forgo
le for the moment his tour Of invest
RI. cation. Recovering himself, h
g turned to the only remaining lady
le "And you, Miss Rathbone-Itrus
ne you did not think my idea merely
"a transmigration from efete antiquit,
G. masquerading under the guise c
the spirit of the Oversoul?"
u 81 did not think of it at all, re
piled Miss Rathbone. Quietly.