Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1877-04-10

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would he consider it trifle ?"
"Oh, but we are expected 10 be more
scrupulous than men. We shouldn't wish
them to have the delicate sensitiveness OF
women"
II agree with you. Carrie. But he and
had an understanding about this wo-
man. and both kept her at an equal dis
tance. She resented it in me, but not in
him. OF course that never was worth q
moments thought to me. for he was on
my side and maintained my dignity and
his own. And do you not see that by
permitting her this liberty in my absence
me has humbed me before her, and es-
tablished q sort of understanding with
her? She believes that he will tell me
nothing Of il. On, it Is trifle TO the
world. but has taken away the charm OF
my life. He's good man. as the world
goes, but the world goes in very mean
way. II had not believed him to be an
IDEAL man. would never have married
him.
She rose, and began 10 pace the room
as she talked: 81 have never admitted
that there should be two laws. one for
men and one for women, and | never
will admit il Why should women keep
themselves clean for the sake OF unclean
men Do you take pains TO whiten a
garment thatyou are going to throw into
the ditch? A light woman is good
enough wife for an unscrupalous man,
and it is The society law to the contrary
which is running so many women. What
keeps woman stainless ? First. her
natural instincts. But those same in
slincls would teach her TO recoil from
uniting herself with man not as blame
less AS herself. Then there is religion.
But il she does right for Gods sake alone,
she would shut herself up in convent
rather than marry one she couldn't trust.
Besides these. there is the wish and hope
to please some man. and be worthy his
love and respect. suppose most good
women are influenced by all these me-
tivcs together-l was-but if one have
no motive bu, the last. say that the love
of an INSCRIPTIONS mIn isn't worth TAX
Ing such pains Tor. aud his respect is OF
no consoq leuco. Arthur always said i"
She stopped suddenly 10 her Indignant
defamation; her voice was chok cd, and
she burs. into tears.
Mrs. A,herlon. who had been com
pletely sienced and Disconnected by both
her sisters passion and hor logic, took
advantage OF this soitenInG: "Ye9, Ar
thur has said many beautiful things
to you, as you have often told me, and
you are not now trusting him enough.
Give him q chance to explain. R9mem
ber all his love and fidelity, which you
have proved and which never failed you.
G. to him frankly and tell him what you
saw. and how unhappy it made you
! Don't utter one word OF reproach, but
only ask him il he cannot take away the
pain he has given You. and which you
cannot help feeling. If he should laugh
NJ you"
ale would not do that" her sister in
terrupted quickly: "he never laughs at
what hurts me. But do not wish to 20
out now. We will stay here to-day. and
should like to rest while. | shall
leel better to stay here ill evening"
An hour before sunset the sisters lett
the hotel but instead OF going directly
home the younger turned again toward
the Piazza del Termini.
MY head aches little. and the fresh
air will make me feel better. Besides.
we had better go for our luggage and
take carriage home"
She spoke very quietly. There was nc
longer any talk OF delightful surprises.
The red cheeks of the morning had given
place TO slight pallor and lauguidness,
but these might well have been mistaken
for the effects of travel. ''Let US sit here
a WHILE" she said: "it is so sweet. Be-
sides, an evening train has come in, and
there is crowd at the station. We will
wait till they 60 away"
Mrs. Atherton pointed smiiingly to the
fountai n {: "See your rainbow. The one
OF this morning was stormy, but thi:
promises fair weather. You remember
the old rhyme?'
There was not breath OF wind. Al
airy motion had Withdrawn, and giver
place to an effulgence of color. and a'
the water rose and fell steadfast rain
: bow crossed it brilliantly, fading off a.
one side over the cross OF the Madonna
degli Angel, and at the other touching
the wet grassy border of the fountain il
a spot that looked as if the fabulous POI
of gold under the end of the rainbow hac
not waited to be dug for, but had magic
ally risen into sight.
They went to the seat where in The
/. morning Anne Francis had seen her hus,
band sitting. She sighed as she took bi:
place, laid her hand softly on the stone
bench where she had seen his hand res
a moment, and looked down to search i