Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1881-04-19

he Inancipatlon Of Mar.
A FEMALE Who FOUND HER MATCH FOR
ONCE IN HER LIFE.


ONCE IN HER LIFE.
She looked Just like that kind of a wo-
man when she came into the sanctum,
and all the seniors became instinctiveiy
very busy and SO 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 little
natural politeness, and was even soft
enough to offer her a chair.
''You are the editor?" she said. in
deep, bass voice.
He tried to say yes" 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 Io''
The foolish Youngest looked at her tim
idly and ventured to say, in a feeble voice
that she looked to be about forty-sev-
IAN not woman? % she said.
The youngest man weakly tried TO cor
rect his former error, and said she seemed
more like girl
But again she broke in on him with
scornful hiss:
"Gir-r-rl' she said, II am woman, a
woman with all the heaven-born aspira-
tons, the fathomless feelings, the aggres-
sive courage and the indomtable will
of woman. What can YOU see on my
ace?"
The position Of the youngest man on
the staff was pitable. but none Of the old
heads seemed to notice it. At least. they
didn't offer to help him out. So he looked
at her face for second, and said timidly:
"Frecki--''
Nursing" she shrieked. "had you
the soulful eyes of free man you could see
shining on my brow the rising light Of
brighter day"
Gould II" asked the youngest man
timidly.
Yes YOU could l." the woman said in
tones of unreasonable scorn. Now hear
me, have Won a-but I cannot bring my
self to use the hateful expression in the
style of masculine possession: are you
anybody's kusband?"
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 you"
The youngest man blushed more keenly
than before. and trembling admitted that
he had some expectatlons-tha t-that-
that the only daughter of his proposed
iather-in-law, if he might put it that way
"Yahr' snarled the woman NOW let
me tell you the day of woman's enamel
patton is at hand From this time we are
free, fer-ree. You must look for other
slaves to bend and cringe before your
majesties. and wait upon you like slaves.
You will feel the change in your affairs
since we have burst our chains, and how
can you live without the aid of women?
Who makes your shirts now?" she added
fercely.
The youngest man miserably said that a
tailor on Jefferson street made his.
"Ilmr !" said the woman, somewhat dis
concerted. well, who washes em.
thenP" she added, triumphantly.
"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 vict-
ualsP"
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 rs barrel, with
whiskers like the stuffing of a sofa.
The woman looked as though she was
going to strike him.
WELL" she said. rs one who was lead
ing forlorn hope, ''who makes up your
bed and takes care of your room ?"
The youngest man replied with an air
Of truth and frankness that he roomed
with railroad conductor and an ex-Pull-
man sleeping car porter took care OF their
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 dependent" she cried.
'who sews on your buttons?"
The youngest man on the staff rose to
his feet with proud, happy look on his
face.
Haven't a sewed button on single
article belonging to my clothes, y he cried
triumphantly patents. every one of EN-.
fastened on like copper rivets, and moth
ing but studs and collar buttons on my
shirts. Haven't had a button sewed on
for three years. Patent buttons last for
years after the garments have gone to
decay
And the woman fled down the winding
passage and the labyrinthine stairs with a
hollow groan. while the other members
Of the staff. breaking through their heroic
reserve. clustered around the youngest
man and congratulated him upon the
emancipation of his ex.-Bnrlington
Harkryc.