The Sedalia weekly bazoo. [volume] (Sedalia, Mo.) 187?-1904, 1882-04-18

have gnawed at her heart strings as
she tearfully rocked her Tables tn
sleep while their father Was away on
some midnight ride of danger or else
seeking safety her fight from the
Nemesis Of the law.
But she never forsook that husband.
She had vowed to he true TO him I'm.
til death did them Dart. and with
heroic constancy she kept that vow.
And. vet, she pure, and. it is
said. once a christian woman, shared
with that husband the money he took
by violence from his victims. The
very bread she gave her little ones
Was bought BY crime and came
through robbery. She knew this. and
vet she accepted such support. If
her constancy to her lawless and out
law husband is mystery, this is a
greater. Before ii We stand amazed
and >peechless. Rather than tear
herself from him she accepted his
career, spotted and botched with red
blood as il was. as part Of her life,
and with her his life and secrets were
rs safe rs though held IN the embrace
of the speeches. Sphinx.
And how often do we see wives,
whose wan and punched faces tell Of
privation and sorrow, clinging to the
Keeling form of drunken husband
who has sunk into the very lowest
depths Of utter worthlessness
"He is my husband" she says, and
that is tie enough to bind her, as with
links Of steel. To the man, besOtted "a
he is, i'm loves constant devotion and
ministrations. She follows him to the
saloon and leads him back to the
despoiled place hardly worth the name
of home At the police station she
is found pleading with the Judge for
mercy toward her husband; over the
wash tub she bends in painful toll to
supply the scanty store he will not,
and often places in his trembling hand
the money thus earned that he NAV
sink still lower.
And all this for love, Believing in
him, she is seen at the grated door Of
the prison cell bravelv hiding her
grief while trying to cheer and com
fort him who Is all the world TO her.
Who can forget, among those who
saw the little woman, some two
months ago.sitting in our station house,
comforting her husband who soon
after deserted her, the brave effort
she made to conceal her hearts agony
as the picture of past happy days rose
before her on a dark background of
of an overwhelming sorrow, whose
presence was like a hideous ghoul eat
ing up all that made her life one of
wifely happiness,
Why did she cling to him, She
loved him. That is all the answer
the wisest philosopher could give.
Mans love is OF mans life q thing
apart,
IT'S woman's whole existence"
This constancy, this devotion.
makes the home. Ruskin saws:
wherever q true wife comes,
home is always around her. The
stars may be over her head, the
glow worm in the nights cold blast
may be the first at her feet. but home
is where she is, and for q noble woman
it stretches far around her, better
than houses ceiled with cedar. or
painted with Notwithstanding its
quiet life for those who are homeless.
This, l believe, is the womans true
place and power.
ooh woman! lovely woman nature made
thee
To temper man; We had been brutes with
out you;
Angels are painted fair to look like yon;
There's in you all that we Believe OF
heaven,
Amazing brightness, purity, and truth.
Eternal Joy and everlasting love"
Mrs. Jesse James was a sharer of
of the spoils her husband took by vio-
lence from unarmed men and fright