Smyrna times., 1880-10-20
The Emancipation of Man.

She looked just like that kind of O wo- |
man when she came into the sanctum, and |
all the seniors became instinctively very
busy and so absorbed in their work that
they did not see her, which left the young.
est man on the staff an easy prey, for he
looked at the visitor with little natural
pollteness, and was even soft enough to
offer her chair
You are the editor?" she said, in
deep, bass voice.
He tried to say eyes" so that she could
hear him, while his colleagues in the sane.
tum couldn't, but it was failure, for the
woman gave him dead away in a minute.
"You are?' she shouted, "then listen
to me; look at me; what am ?"
The foolish youngest man looked at her
timidly and ventured to say, in feeble
voice, that she looked to be about forty
sew
Am not a woman ~ she said.
The youngest young man weakly tried to
correct his former error, and said she
seemed more like a Cir
But again she broke in on him with
scornful hiss:
"Gir,r-rl!" she said, al am woman !;
a woman with all the heaven born aspira-
tions, the fathomless feelings, the aggres-
sive courage and the indomitable will of
woman, What can you see on my facet"
The position of the youngest man on the
staff was pitiful, but none of the old heads
appeared to observe it. At least, they
didn't offer to help him out. So he looked
at her face for a second, and said, timidly
"Freckl-"
Nursing" she shrieked, chad you the
soulful eyes of free man you could see
shining on my brow the rising light of a
brighter dawn"
Gould l." asked the youngest man
timidly.
eyes, you could ~ the woman said in
| tones of undesirable scorn. Now hear
me, have you a-but | can not bring my.
self to use the hateful expression in the
style of masculine possession are you any
body's husband?"
The youngest man blushed bitterly, and
said that he wasn't as yet, but he had some
hopes
And you expect your-that is you ex.
pect the woman whose husband you will be
to support your"
The youngest man blushed more keeniy
than before, and tremblingly admitted that
he had some expectations-that-t be
ing the only daughter Of his proposed
father.in-law, if he might put it that way
al SUdTleu the WODauS NOW lei
me tell you, the day Of wOman's emanci
patton is at hand. From this time we are
free, fer.reel You must look for othel
slaves to bend and cringe before your ma
jesties, and wait upon you like slaves
You will feel the change in your affair:
since we have burst our chains, and bow will
you live without the aid of women? Wht
makes your shirts now?" she added, fierce
ly.
The youngest man miserably said that
tailor on Jefferson street made his.
Him." said the woman, somewhat dis
concerted. "Well, who washes 'em, then?
she added triumphantly.
ga Chinaman just west of Fifth street,
the youngest man said with q hopeful lgh
in his eyes.
The woman glared at him and groane
under her breath, but she came at hin
again with:
proud worm, who cooks your victuals?
The youngest man SAID truly that b
! didn't know the name of the cook at hi
restaurant, but he was darkey about fort
years old, and round as a barrel, wit
whiskers like the stuffing of a sofa.
The woman looked as though she wa
going to strike him.
J "Well," she said, as one who was leaC
: ing forlorn hope, "who makes up you
bed and takes care of your room?'
! The youngest man replied with an air {
truth and frankness that he roomed with
> railroad conductor and an ex-Pullma
, sleeping car porter took care of the
7 room.
I. She paused when she reached the doc
:. and turned upon him with the face of
drowning man who is only five feet ava
I from a life buoy.
= miserable dependent" she cried "wh
sews on your buttons
The youngest man on the staff rose
. his feet with proud, happy look on h
), face.
y "Haven't sewed button on a sing
); Clothes" he cried triumphantly, "patent
Is every one of 'em, fastened on like cope
rivets and nothing but studs and COLI
. buttons on my shirts. Haven't had bu
u II ton sewed on for three years. Patent bu
d tons last for years after the garments ha'
9 gone to decay"
And the woman fed down the windir
+, passage and the labyrinthine stairs with
. hollow groan, while the other members
e the staff, breaking through their heroic r
serve, clustered around the youngest ms
rs and congratulated him upon the emancip
y ton of his sex.-BurlingtOn HaWkeye.
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