Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1881-05-31

to correct his former error, and said she
seemed more like Cir
But again she broke in on him with
scornful hiss:
"Gi-r-lw she said, 81 am woman !;
woman with all the heaven-born as
pirations, the fathomless feelings, the
aggressive courage and indomitable will
Of woman. What can you see on my
face ?"
The position Of the youngest man on
the staff was pitiful, but none of the old
heads appeared to observe tat least
they did not offer to help him out. So
he looked at her face and said timldly :;
"Freckl-'
"Nursling!" she shrieked, chad you
the soulful eyes of free man you could
see shining on my brow the rising light
of brighter dawn"
"Could y asked the young man
timidly.
"Yes, you could l." said the woman
in tones of unutterable scorn. "Now
hear me-have you a-but | 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 he wasn't as yet, but he he had
some hopes
"And you expect your-that is, you
expect the woman whose husband you
will be to support you =
The youngest man bushes more keenly
than before and tremblingly admits that
he has some expectations-that-th
being the only daughter Of his proposed
father in-law, if he might put it in that
way
Yah !" snarled the old woman. "now
let me tell you, the day of woman's
emancipation is at hand From this time
we are free, ferree, 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 will you live without the aid OF
woman: Who makes your shirts now :"
she added fercely.
The youngest man miserably said that
tailor on Jefferson Avenue made his.
"H-m ~ said the woman, somewhs,
disconnected. "Well, who washes en,,
then ;" she added ,riumphantly. -:
"A Chinaman just west Of Fifth
Street." the youngest man said with a
hopeful light in his eyes.
The woman glared at him and groaned
under her breath, but she again at him
with:
proud worm, who cooks your vict-
uals :"
The youngest man said truly that he
didn't know the name of the cook at his
restaurant, but he was a darkey abou,
forty years old, and round as barrel,
with whiskers like the stutfing Of sofa
The woman looked as though she were
going to strike him.
"Well," she said, as one who is lead
ing forlorn hope, "who makes up your
bed and takes care Of your room :"
The youngest man replied with an all
Of truth and frankness, that he roomed
with railroad conductor, and an ex-
Pullman sleeping car porter took care OF
their room.
She paused when she reached the door
and turned upon him with the face Of q
drowning man who is only five feet away
from life-buoy.
Miserable dependant IT, she cried
"who sews on your buttons -
The youngest man on the staff rose tc
his feet with proud, happy look on his
face.
Haven't sewed button on single
clothes"' be cried triumphantly-''pat
ents, every one of 'em fastened on like
copper rivets, and nothing but studs and
collar buttons on my shirt. Haven't had
a button sewed on for three years. Pat.
ent buttons last for years after the gar.
ments have gone to decay"
And the woman fed down the winding
passage and the labyrinthine stairs with
hollow groan, while the other mem.
bers of the staff, breaking through theil
heroic reserve, clustered around the
youngest man, and congratulated him
upon the emancipation of his sex.