Kimball enterprise. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1883, 1883-06-15

is that she should be loved by man,
this at least must be said, that to
woman the need of mans love is so
pressing need that no success and no
triumph will really bring satisfaction to
her heart which do not minister. or
seem to minister, TO that need. Either
this need is exhibited in such pathetic
yearning for masculine support as George
Eliot dlscloses in the volume before us,
and as even so stronga woman as George
Sane disclosed in that cry of hers in the
Letters dun Voyageur:" "Ah, no! l
was not born to be a poet; was born to
love; it is the misfortune of my destiny,
1t is the enmity of others, which have
made me wanderer and an artist"
and as Nine. de Stael disclosed when
she declared that she would willingly
barter all her fame for little beauty, or
else it is seen in such heroic and self
conscious defiance of women's chains
and the demands of sex as we see in
Emily Bronte.
When adam Bede" appeared there
was much discussion as to the sex of the
novellst. The present writer never
doubted that the author of that great
novel was woman, and also plain wo-
man, when he came upon this we'll
known passage: "There are faces which
nature changes with meaning and pa
thos not belonging to the simple human
soul that t1utters beneath them, but
speaking the joys and sorrows of fore
gone generations; eyes that tell of deep
love which, doubtless has been and is
somewhere, but not paired with these
eyes-perhaps paired with pale eyes
that can say nothing, just as national
language may be instinct with poetry
until by the lips that use it." If Nine.
de Stael felt how cruel are the condi-
tons OF sex upon woman, how much
more keenly did George Eliot feel it!
Rehind those 'spale eyes" of hers, be-
hind features elongated to almost an
equine type, there lived a nature whose
attettionateness was as deep and as far
reaching as its intelligence. There is no
more painful spectacle than that of a
plainness which isolated her in her
childhood. Perhaps even George Eliot's
intellectual difiidence (for exceedingly
diffident she was. Notwithstanding all
her doctrinaire ways) has subtle con-
nection with this great fact of her child
hood. The plainness, or rather the
gaucherie, of Emily Bronte simply
aroused in her sentiment of heroic an
tagonism; that of George Eliot made her
humble.-London Atheneum.
The Solid Content a Farmer Has.
Farming is slow way to make money, !,
but then there is law of compensation
about everything in this life, and farm
ing has its blessings that other pursuits
do not have. The farmer belongs to no.
body. He is the freest man upon earth
and the most independent. He has
more latitude and longitude. He has a
house in the country with plenty of pure
air and good water. If he makes but
little in the field, he has no occasion to
spend but little. He can raise his own
ems. His wood costs nothing, and the
luxury of big back-logs and blazing fires
in open fire places all winter long is
something that city people long for, but
cannot afford. My own farm cost me
$1,000. | have l20 acres of open land in
good condition, and it Yields me on an
average about five dollars an acre over
all expenses. Say nine per cent. upon
the investment. Well, that is mighty
little considering my own labor and su-
pervision. I've seen the time when I
made five times as much without any
capital except my head. But then we
have to keep pair of horses to ride
around and they have to be fed from the
farm.
There are three little leaks all round,
but still we are happier on the farm
than we were in the town, and feel more
secure from the ills of life. We fear no
pestilence or disease. no burglars or
thieves. We lock no doors, and Mrs.
Arp has quit looking under the bed for
man: love to hear the churn dasher
splashing in the buttermilk. I love to
hear the roosters crow and the peacock
holler, aud see the martins sailing round
the martin gourds. I love to hear a
nelShbor stop and chat about the grow
ing crops. love to take the children
with me to the watermill and fish below
the dam amid the roar Of falling waters,
or or paddle ,el ear GROUND the pond in an old
the woods and glades, and wear old
clothes that can't get no older or dirtier,
and get caught in shower of rain if |
want to. Old man Horace remarked
about 1000 years ago that the town was
the best place for rich man to live in,
and the country was the best place for a
poor man to die in, and inasmuch as
riches were uncertain and death was
sure, it becomes prudent man to move
to the country as soon as he can get
there. Farmers have their ups and
downs, ofcourse, but they don't collapse
and burst up like tradesmen. They
don't go down under panic.-[Bill Arp
in Atlanta Constitution.