The weekly Louisianian., 1874-05-23
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"Come in here and wait for him,
i y DIV Mant to lee Dom Piatt,"
cried a friendly voice III an opposite
room. I turned. These sat be-
tweenithe door sand the:axindow,
with7tlie bal ny May brsszesrufaing
hispspen, Fred. Douglass. i 81:
His office and the place where he
published'hi his paper. we're in the:
front Of the building where Dom,
Piats bAd madeh venture of 10
week1y.r .;>"'.&om 4:;~, n::3*
Mr.. Douglass and I were: WELL
acquaiated, and I: told him my, rea..
sons FIR wishing to e the disah-,
guishvR humorist. ~
""*Whnt sort of o man is heaais15
Asked e lie is bad enoughin>ihis:
w.itihgs5 hdtf'has he the neral
coufaggs'to 'put':a woman. on his
,newspapepP "'a''H:: ':,&t >1-t1
Douglasrepded,' II know mo-
more fearless Journalist anywhere.
He cannot be bribed nor swayed by.
personal predihetion. nsBatshes will
soon be here and; give you Jan
answer" +1,
t"But I don't want an answer: I
want the place. Do you think
there is any chance. Of my get
ting it?"
"That I can't tell. He wants an
assistant editor,
"Edaor! Oh. deaG!":
Il think he will select one accord
ling to the individuals merits, with
outt; regard to sex" For that matter,
you are not the first female appll-
can't for the place, as you call it.
Half the literary women ,cf Wash
ineton-and their name is legion
have been here already; and whole
shoals from the ! T7r' + ! and other
departments. .2enoA
aOh; gracious T. IL groaned'
"Small chance for'ne then"
"Iddtinh'tt know thint,s he answered
kindly. Don't despond-don''
lose heurt! Look at me-not that !
offer myself as an example, but ]
haze overcome by perseverance, OBJ
stacles that; even women do moi
have to contend With: 1feel most
for the womepin this hard lifelong
battle for bread. They have
against them theaprejudices Of SEX
, I had coEoor.. 90 YoH'have been edu'
Gated. Thirty; - 9?ds aa3 ago T. couli
neither read or write for I wal
forbidden to learn. Hhirty year:
ago J. did not know a single letter
i and I was then 3; man." He ROSE
from his chan, lis eyes blazing'witl
Indignation, and he tossed bacl
his white, locks. g. "a rz.~
The play Of his fine features
made 4. little thrill run through me
. The dignity of his attitude, thu
the majesty zof his, stature mad
Frederick Dohglass look AYery incl
a.man: =: Hea'c ontinued;ao< Thirt,
years ago I was a slave,;' a miserable
slave, with M ny - Wrongs ,r eating int
my. heart. Thirty years ago. h
reiterated, beating his broad breas
in his growing excitement, II di<
not own my own body! ) Wha
{ may not you, what. may not On.
other do after this {"
"The answer to. thatvisx easy"
replied. "There is but one Fred
Douglass" j
"That's &c." said d man steppin'
in and shaking Dopalass warmly b,
the hand. It was Charles Sumner
, He did not say: "This laay-bu
speaks the truth, which statemen
III i'm prepared to corroborat
S at any il: moment ycu may. feel dis
< posed to call upon, me-. for test
= mony. He only said: That's SO.
+ Then he turned to me. He re
membere5d me after all''the year
(which had passed sinceiwe met ii
Paris. The great struggle, }whic|
he had predicted had ''come@an'
!, gone, leaving hardly any ytesthagge Q
! it's ravages.7 =. .gr'si..'
Gtttlb older he: looked; a It'll
n Lo~rrord. b,,k tho e,1av6 tones th