Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1880-07-30

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Every woman who fills mans position
u keeping some man out of a place of en-
ployment-keeping him from marrying
and 50 lessening her own chances Of mat
rimOny and Of being mistress of home
When will this problem be set right?
have been guilty and must suffer: and
vet should dare speak my sentiments
in public how / should be ridiculed BY
the so-called reformers; and should /
weave what | know Of these shop and Of
lice hirtations into a readable newspaper
article, there is no editor who would give
it place because it would treat Of an un-
popular side Of the subject, and because
women can be hired tor less money than
men,
The next morning she went early to
church. There had been funeral Of one
Ut the members, and they were bearing
the coffin out as she entered.
II wish it were me- she thought, look
ing at the mourners. headed By the strick-
On husband walking, sorrowing with
bowed head TO the carriage.
As she sat in her accustomed seat that
idea had such complete possession Of her
that she took no notice Of the opening ser
vices; in fact comprehended nothing only
that she wished her life might go out then
and there as a candle il blown out bv the
wind.
Then she heard the minister read. For
II II not vain thing for you. because it is
your life; and through this thing You shall
prolong your days in the land
The sermon which followed was practi-
cal as well as spiritual, growing ont Of
some circumstances in the life just ended,
and Miss Clark left the church. saying:
God has a right 10 my life, and there
fore to serve Him must do my best with
what He has given. ! never looked ut il
in just that way before. have seen my
duty. am glad came. If, through this
change which has been wrought for me,
can proloDg mig days in the land | will 90
away cheerfully. And since I have no
right to trouble others with my trouble.
will take up my burden bravely, for can
never hope TO leave it. and hide it away
in my heart and will even call up new
hope to take with me rs start out upon
this new chapter Of nv history"
She told no one that she was going
away. Indeed, there was no one to tell.
for aside from the minister. not more than
half dozen people had addressed n word
to her in all the years she had regularly
attended the church. and now they were
all away on vacations, or summer Jour
ncys, stranger to her filling the pulpit
even.
She doubled her weekly Offering to n
poor old woman who ALWAYS stood while
The congregation was dispensing, ut the
opening OF little alleywav II short dis
tancc from the church. and said Good
bye as she put the scrip in the withered
hand. She smiled rather bitterly rs the
thought asserted itself. .'All nv going to
that church has formed that single easily
severed tie ~ Then she cast about in her
mind, trying TO remember what had de
cided her to fix upon that particular
church. and blushed when she had to con-
fess that it was because he attended the
church just below, and that she often
caught sight of him going in or out, and
sometimes he gave her IL smile or nod of
recognition.
The thought that she might see him in
this way to-day, for last look, had been
comfort all the morning. but now. when
1t came up to her again like the last lin
.cring ray of sunshine in clouded sky.
she resolutely put it away. and turned
down another street.
At that very hour the object of thispoor
souls conflict with self was swinging in a
hammock suspended from the spreading
branches of II giant OAK on the Highlands
above the Hudson. There were four OF
these swaying crimson and yellow cradles
hanging in the balmy air from the huge
limbs OF this massive tree; and It was
characteristic of these luxurv-loviug Bron-
sons that they had lounged here. looking
up into its vast emerald dome. through
= the shining leaves of which filtered IN
occasional arrow of sunshine, while the
clear-voiced church bell, only few rods
away, was summoning other people in
carriages and on foot for miles from farm
and hill and meadow.
The mother and three sisters, four stylish
society women. were all bcaming now up
on this black whiskercd Adonis who was
their idol.
what should YOU have said. " he asked
indlfferently. after lying for long time
with his eyes closed and his white hands
clasped beneath his shapely head. III
had married my accountant. the woman
who has been SO long in our office.
You know"
There was a little rustic OF drapcry and
flutter of fans. then Marie. the youngest
sister, began an indignant protest. which
her brother checked by saving:
Don't excite yourself Marie; the idea
merely occurred to me rs WAS about to
announce to you that she has been called
AWAY
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