Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1883-01-14

Theresa Sturla, a degraded wsmaR
shot and killed her paramour, Charles
Stiles, who was generally accorded a
place In what Is called polite society
circles, and was hail-felIow-wcIl-met
by many OF our leading merchants.
The trial was lengthy and somewhat
tedious, but the verdict was one years
imprisonment for manslaughter. This,
by many, was deemed ridienlously
light. but others again were indignant
to think she was not acquitted.
There were few who brought public
condemnation upon themselves for be-
friending this morally wrecked human
being upon whom the most debased of
men looked down ~ in scorn. d
Had the victim of her frenzied but
righteous indignation, who was, In the
sight of God and right minded men. a
Thousand times worse than she, been
the survivor, he would have found
plenty Of substantial sympathizers
ready to lend u helping hand, whether
he promised or net, ms the woman did,
to henceforth lead pure, upright
life.
Why does society expect
more from woman than
man The suggestion OF impurity in
a woman is enough to make society
shrink from and regard her with
loathsome scorn and Instead of open
ing upward avenues of escape, her
every attempt to rise is rebuffed, and
she IL sunk lower than ever In the
scale of human degradation. Does a
man fare this way? No. he can be
guilty of infinitely blacker sins than
those which insure temporal damna-
ton to a woman, and still rise above
them, and perhaps be recognized In
the, so-called, best society.
Suppose society should demand rs
much, morally, from man as from wo-
man would there not soon bea higher
standard of morality?
Society recognizes and demands
greater moral strength in woman than
man, yet, does not the same incon-
sistent rut-following society adjust
the spectacles of the middle aged and
look upon man as her intellectual
superior by debarring her from an
equal educational footing and giving
to man the exclusive right
to make laws for the government OF
both male and female?
But of this, ''moreanon," ] am forci
bly, reminded of the
FLIGHT OF TIME.
The passage of day, month or
year means more than the birth ane
death of those periods of time. Il
! means the loss of unnumbered oppor
| tunities to speak the fond word OF en-
enlargement, or outstretch the helping
hand to a weaker brother.
The mill can never grind with tn,
water that has passed, and whethe
the flood gates are open and the mil
wheels are going at full capacity, o.
the mill is not using half of its power
the water, like time, ceaselessly passe
adown its course; but used or not, tn,
current never stops. In plac,
of yesterday we have to-day aut
when to-day is yesterda,
tomorrow will be here, but the living
present is all we can claim, for no mas
can tell what day may bring forth
Lives of great menall remind us tina
we can make our lives sublime by Civ
ing to every fleeting moment some
thing to keep in store. We are al
teachers, of good or evil, of high useful
ness or corrupting Incidence.
Few indeed, are learned in tn
higher sense OF the term, but even tn
least among us are teachers.
Let us, then, so use the living pres
ent that our example may inspire no
bier thoughts and works in others,
"And departing, leave behind us
| Footprints on the sands OF time;
Footprints that perhaps another
| Sailing DER LIES solemn main,
A forlorn and shlpwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again."
LHIGH.