Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1888-10-20
From the Cuttings.
NEELE .. BUR.

attention one spring morning, as walked down the
shady street.
Looking up, saw milk wagon drawn by a team
of large brown horses and driven by woman.
She sat bold upright and handled the reins as if
she were accustomed to her occupation.
'That woman must be out of her sphere" said
to my companion.
eyes, perhaps SO, - said the lady addressed, and
then she continued her receipt for making soft soap
of pearne, with which to wash blankets.
was not an attentive listener to her valuable re-
cept, however, for was wondering in own mind
which of two unfortunate classes of women this
Mrs. Cutting, the milk-woman, belonged to-
Was she widow, paying tax on her milk wa
gon and horses, without being allowed her right to
say how much and how little that tax should be?
Or, was she woman who had husband, to whom
she was to certain degree slave? For until
women are mems equals in every way and are
granted their rights as such, the old time, barbaric
slavery exists in just the degree that this right of
hers is withheld from her.
But while Mrs Cutting guides her horses around
the city street, giving out milk selling tickets and
butter, and finally doing brands downtown, let
us take look at her husband (for she happens to
be one of the women who have one) and see how
he employs his valuable time.
Isaac Cutting stands at the end of row in
corn-feld. The end nearest the house be it OBJ
served. He is leaning against the fence with one
arm, while his other arm rests ON the hoe he has
been pretending to use. On the outside of the
fence by the roadside stands farmer Jones, with
one foot on the fence, one hand in his pocket and
a pipe in his mouth. They are carrying ON an ami
mated conversation of some sort which might be
interesting to bystander.
"Wel to leave the tariff to take care of itself,
what do you think of this new-fangled womans
movement, Cuttings"
Mr. Isaac Cutting frowned, stepped on lump
of soft clay and mashed it fat, then said:
II don't think much of it now, you may be-
leve. Why the idea These women getting the
notion into their heads that they must vote. What
do they know about voting anyway. | believe in
woman's keeping inside of her sphere and letting
the men run their part of the universe. | tell you
l would hate to have my wife vote, but l needn't
worry It'll be long day before she has chance
I'm thinking" Mr.. Cutting spitefully mashed an
other lump of clay, as he no doubt would have
mashed the ''woman's movement had it been in
his power to do So and then he continued:
'Sall-Mrs. Cutting-my wife, has got the no.
ton into her head that she'd ought to vote. Says
she has as much right to say who shall make the
laws that govern herself and the children as have.
Women are queer creatures anyway, and more OBJ
stinate than they are queer. They want the earth,
but guess Sall-NIrs. Cutting-my wife under
stands my views on the subject now. ! told her
pretty plainly the other night what they were, and
do not expect to hear her ventilate her opinions
hereafter quite freely as she has been doing for
some time past. Sall-NIrs. Cutting-my wife
talks pretty savage sometimes, but Pm king in my
own house, and when she sees me beginning to
get mad she cools down mighty quick. l tell you
there is nothing like keeping woman in her proper
place"
81 agree with you, Cutting. Women would run
public affairs into the ground in no time, if they
just had the chance. haven't heard my wife say