Ashtabula weekly telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1880-1886, 1880-12-03
THE EMANCIPATION OF MAN.


Burlington Hawkeye.
She looked Just like that kind Of q
woman when she came into the sanctum,
and all the seniors became instinctively
very busy and 50 absorbed in their work
that they did not see her, which left the
youngest man on the staff an easy prey, for
he looked at the visitor with o little natur-
al politeness, aud was even soft enough 10
offer her a chair.
.''You are the editory' she said in a deep
bass voice.
He tried 70 say "Yes," so that she could
hear him, while his colleagues in the sane.
tum couldn't, but IL was a failure, for the
woman gave him dead away in a minute
you arew she shouted, "then listen to
the; look at me; what am II
The foolish youngest man looked at her
timidly and ventured 10 say, in a feeble
voice, that she looked TO be about forty
sew
"Am not womanF she said
The youngest man weekly tried 10 correct
bis former error, and said she seemed more
like girl
But again she broke in upon him with
a scornful hiss:
'Gir-r-r-lp she said, Il am a woman;
woman with all the heaven-bOrn aspira-
tons, the fathOmless feelings, the aggres.
siye courage and the ind0mitable will Of
woman. What can you see on my faeey'
The position Of the youngest man on the
stan was pitiable, but none Of the old
heads appeared to observe it. At least,
they didn't offer to help him out. So be
looked al her face second, and said tim.
idly:
"Freckl-n
Nursliug,r 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 H. asked the youngest man tim
idly.
"Yes, you could l." the woman said in
tones of unmeasurable scorn. "NoW hear
me, have you a-bul cannot bring myself
to use the hateful expression in the style
Of masculine possession are you anybody's
husband|
The youngest man blushed bitterly, and
said that be 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 keenly
than before, and tremblingly admitted that
he had some ns-that--that-
that the only daughter OF his proposed
father-in-law, if he might put It in that
way
"Yahp snarled the woman; ''now let
me tell you the day Of woman's emancipa-
ton is at hand. From this time we are
free, fer-ree! You must look for other
slaYes to bend aud oringe before your ma
iesties, and wait upon you like slaves
You will feel the change in yonr affairs
since we have burst our chains, and bow
will you live without the ard Of women =!
Who makes your shirts nowg" she added,
fiercely.
The youngest man miserably said that a
tailoEOn jefferson street made his.
Him." said the woman, somewhat dis
concerted. "Wel, who washes 'en, then q
she added, triumphantly. t r-~-r
"a Chinaman Just west Of Fifth street.
the youngest man said with hopeful light
in his eyes.
The woman glared at him and groaned
under her breath, but she came at him
again with:
proud worm, who cooks your Iifeuals ?"
The youngest man said truly that he
didn't know the name of the cook at his
restaurant, but he was a man about forty
years old, and round as barrel, with
whiskers like the stufing Of a sofa.
"The woman looked as though she was
going TO strike him.
"Well, she said, as one who was leading
forlorn hope, "who makes up your bed
and takes care Of your roomY
The young man replied with an air OF
truth and frankness that he rOomed with
railroad conductor, and an ex-Pullman
sleeping car porter took care Of the room.
She paused when she reached the door,
and turned upon him with the face Of a
drowning man who is only five feet away
from life buoy.
miserable dependant" she cried, "Wh0
sews on your buttonsY a--
The youngest man on the staff roser tC
his feet with prond, happy look on hi;
face.
"HaYen't sewed button on a single
clothes, he cried, triumphantly, ''patents
every one of 'em, fastened on like copper
riyets and nothing but studs and collar
/ buttons on my shirts. Havn't had but
ton sewed on for three years. Patent but
tons last for years after the garments have
gone to decay"
And the woman fled down the winding
passage and the labyinthlne stairs with q
hollow groan, while the other members oi
the staff, breaking through their heroic
reserve, clustered around the youngest
man and congratulated him upon the
emancipation Of his sex.