The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1882-09-22
The Emancipation of Man.

She looked just like that kind OF
woman when she came into the sane
tum, and all tho seniors became instinc- |
lively 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 a little natural politcness,
and was even soft enough to offer her
chair.
"You arc the editor?" she said, in q
deep, bass voice.
lie tried to say eyes," SO that she
could hear him, while his colleagues in
the sanctum couldn't, but it was fail
urc, for the woman gave him dead
away in minute.
"You are2" she shouted, "then listen
to me; look at me- what am ?'
The foolish youngest man looked at
her timidly and ventured to say, in n
feeble voice, that she looked &c be about
forty-sev-
cam not a woman2" she said.
The youngest young man weakly
tried to correct his former error, and
said she seemed more like Cir
But again she broke In on him with
scornful hiss:
"Gir-r-r-l!" she said, 81 am a wo-
man; n woman with all the heaven
born aspirations, the fathemless feel
ings, the aggressive courage, and the
indomitable will of a woman. What
can yon see on my face2'
The position of the youngest man on
the staff was pitiablc, but none of the
old heads appeared TO observe it, AT
least, they didn't offer TO help him ont.
SO he looked at her face for second,
and said, timidly:
"Frcckl-',
''Nnrsiing!" she shrieked, chad you
the soulful eyes of free man you could
sec shining on my brow the rising lish
of brighter dawn"
"Could I?' asked the youngest man,
mildly:
"Yes, you could l." the woman said
in tones of unreasonable scorn. "Now
hear me, have you a-but | cannot
bring myself TO use the hateful express
sion in the style Of masculine possess
sion; are yon anybody's husband?"
The youngest man blushed bitterly,
and said that he wasn't as yet, but he
had some hopes
"And you expect yonr-that is, you
expect the woman whose husband you
will be TO support you?'
The youngest man bushed more
keenly than before, and tremblingly
admitted that he had some expccta-
iione Tho. that .ii~ VIIy uaugnier OF
his proposed father-in-law, if he might
put 1t that way
"Yah!" snarled the woman: snow
let me tell you, the day of woman's
emancipation is at hand. From this
time we arc free, fer-ree! You must
look for other slaves 10 bend and cringc
before your majestics, aud wait upon
yon like slaves. You will feel the
change in your affairs since VIC have
burst our chains, and how will yon live
without the aid of women? Who
makes yonr shirts now?" she added
fcrcely.
Tho youngest man miscrably said
that tailor on Jefferson street made
his.
"lfm," said The woman, somewhat
Disconnected. "Well, who washes
'eni, them" she added, trinmphantly.
"a Chnaman just west of Fifth
street." the vnunRnsi man said with
hopeful light in his eyes.
The woman glarcd at him and groan-
cd under her breath, bnt she came at
him again wiih
"Proud worm, who cooks your vic
tuals?"
The youngest man said truly that he
didn't know The name of the cook at
his restaurant, but he was man about
forty years old, and round as barrel,
with whiskers like the stuflng of q
sofa.
The woman looked at him as though
she would strike him.
"Well," she said, as one who was
leading a forlorn hope, "who makes mp
your bed and takes caro- of your roomS'
The youngest man replied with an air
nI nh hat hn
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 a drowning man VINO is only
five feet away from life buoy.
"Miscrable 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.
"IIaven't a sewed button on single |
Clothes" he cried, triumphantly !
"patents. every ono of EN-, fastened on
ike copper riyets and nothing but studs
and collar buttons on my shirts. Haven't |
had button sewed on for three years.
Patent buttons last for years after the
garments have gone TO decay"
And the woman fled down the wind
ing passage and the labyrinthine stairs
with n 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 sex.
Haw&eye.