Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1886-06-06
TRAT MEN SHALL We MARRY 1?
A - TO X Y,
BY M. Il. w. s.
fCopyr,gat, 1851

Copyright, 1851
Gertrude Pierson was one of those
women of uncertain age who declare
themselves to be old, "to be past the age
OF love-" and yet VINO are held by a set OF
admiring friends to be altogether at the
most loyable of ages. she had never been
beauty perhaps she looked bette as she
got to be-shali we say SO? Certainly,
she looked better every year that sac
lived. she was the sole daughter OF her
house and had inherited an immense
fortune. This was her great disadyan-
tage, for she ina lined men courted her
for her gold when really had she been poor
they wOSld have courted her for her
golden self.
Ii she had fault, aud one which her
companion never forgave, 1t was that she
would crowd her parOrs with too much
brie-a-brac. Now there was that statue
on her floor Of the Dying Gladiator. 1t
was a splendid reproduction, but it had
no right TO be there, IL was matter in
the wrong place. Every one stumbled
over it, and her CHINA plates crowded
each other; her pictures were 100 many
and not well hung. But it was luXurl-
GUS parlOr in which she sat on a certain
winter evening reading over one Of her
own papers which she meant to read at
the BTic-a-brae Club on the next Wednes-
day. She had taken, as all the members
OF that orgaization did, vows of ooedi-
ence and subject which was given out
10 her. 1t was, "What Men Shall We
Marry?'
snow, the idea," said Gertrude Pier
tsOn, ''of giving that subject 10 an unmar-
iying woman! to an Old maid, TO a wom-
an who knows little OF and cares less for
mems society. Why not give it TO one
who has been married and martyrzed?
Give it to one who has been three times
q widow, or to one VINO has been
divorced"
s.No," said Mrs. Stonehenge, the Presi-
dent. "No, Miss Gertrude PiersOn Will
take that paper. Sue Is tue person who
OF all others has the proper perspective;
sand OF course Miss PIerson had to sue
cumb."
AS she wrote the subject grew upon her
and she was reading 1t aloud TO herself,
waving one long and rather shapely hand
in the air as she did 50.
MARRIAGE" began the Vestal. "Mar-
rage is great destroyer OF illusions on
both sides. Marriage must depend on the
exercise Of the most delicate Difference,
tue most extraordinary unselhshness, the
perpetual giving up OF ones tastes, wishes
and intentions. Each must conceal
what displeases the other. The man
must bid goodbye to his freedom, the
woman must give up everything, even her
name"
A ring at TIE bell interrupted this
TRADE OF remuneration. Gertrude was
thinking how she should haze TO give up
to any man her intention of going to
Servia ana Bulgaria during the coming
summer.
~Come in. Stafford" said Miss PiersOn.
A page entered, splendid in buttons.
"PIease. ma'am, it's Patsy. HE says
he must see you"
ION. / do not want to see Patsy" said
Miss PiersOn, who felt the ich0r OF author
snip strong upon her.
But Patsy, a red-headed newsboy, had
already entered the room. He was one Of
the waits and strays who owned her, and
evidently privileged person.
''Well, Patsy, what is itY' asked Miss
PiersOn.
"Please, ma'am, Teddy's sick. Teddy,
he is dreadful sick and | amt enough. l
wants you 10 come, and Teddy he wants
you 20 come. l takes care OF aim when
amt selling newspapers and backing
boots; but finds him worse every night
and he's crazy, he goes on So"
''And who s Teddy"
Hes my pal, my Partner. We sleep
together in the sixth story OF No. So
Christopher street. And | amt begging
that. But amt no nurse, ma am, and
Teddy, he needs woman's care, l guess,
ma'am."
"But Patsy, have you had the doctor?'
"Yes'm," said Patsy--but mere he be-
gan TO cry and wiped his tears with an
exceedingly dirty hand
"YOu see, ma am, l ain I eaten nothing
nor had time 10 sleep much, and Pm
kinder"
Gertrude Pierson rang the bell.
clay down there on the rug before the
fire, Patsy, while ring the bell. l think
there is an oyster stew III the kitchen.
Stafford, send Miss Brown to me and
bring up my supper-that is, some hot
oysters and cup OF cOfee-hOt aud quick.
Sound the bell for the district telegraph,
and then-gow
When Margaret Brown entered she
looked at Patsy crying on the hearth rug,
companion piece TO the Dying Glad
iator.
sis that a new piece of bric.a-bracP'
she asked.
Yes" said Gertrude. ''Put your
mouth TO the telephone and get me n
trained nurse as soon as possible"