St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-09-30

unless God has mercifully bestowed a
hump on her back, in which case she
may be Independent to any degree
without fear of consequences. But
without this blessing of divine PrOvi-
dence, let her 60, alone or in company
with some girl co-WOrker, let her see
that there is oil In her lamp and that
she sets her foot down at every step in
the light of wisdom, and the inquiry
soon will be, "Who is she?" next, "What
is she?' and finally among sporting
men, "Who puts up for her saats?" One
interrogation point set against girls
name is
ALL THE DEVIL WANTS.
Her every subsequent act is tortured
on the little questioning book, with no
effort on his part, but in obedience to
social law. In the matter of defense a
male escort provides, she has to choose
between men among whom she works
and clearinghouse acquaintances, and
she is likely to discover that every gun
she puts between her and the enemy
kicks at herself.
"My DEAR" said a wandering girl
with experience, to one who looked
that essential, sin padding your own
canoe, Shun meu who have mothers or
sisters or wives. Unless woman is
ugly enough to remain in heaven de-
spite her worst efforts, it is'no very diff
ficult matter for stranger to soon have
large acquaintance among altogether
desirable men, but if the women of
their families do not take her up, it is
social suicide to encourage any
such acquaintance. 1t would not
only be a hard task to find
men bereft of all feminine relation, but
if one OF two We're found grief would
probably have dulled their wits to an
extent that would render them worse
than solitude to any woman.
OF the tradition that the church is an
open sesame to society, every strange
woman in a strange land soon learns
that life is not long enough to prove it.
A girl who has been stenographer in
st. Paul for five months says: when
l came here l began going to church
from habit and on principle. l kept up
the practice for four months. | went
reiigiOusly morning, night and to Sunday
school, and as religiOusly attended
all of
THEIR SO-CALLED SOCIABLEs.
/ can't crowd myself on people, and
won't sidle around them silently whin-
ing for their attentions. Perhaps the
fault lies in myself, but not one person
of that congregation ever called on me,
and never extended hand to me save
with the collection plate. | am staying
at home Sundays now, reading Herbert
Spencer in the morning and VOitaire in
the evening. l mean some time to fol-
low in the footsteps OF other great minds
and write paper on why l am Not
Christian.
"frudy," said I, after she had gone,
sStbot mi ic 70 nnncnnna Che Isyac
born bitter. probably, and, like certain
kinds of crab apples, can't help her
flavor. Let's go ourselves tonight to
the gathering that is to be held in --
church parlOrs, and see if our winning
way and hungry-SOuled look do not
bring the people, as one man, upon our
neck"
We went, we saw, we were conquered
by bitterness, too. 81 think we'd better
buy Voltaire, Tom Paine, Rousseau and
anything else liberal to be had" sug-
gested Prudy on the way home. The
chairman of the committee on enter
tainment had spoken TO us, our CRATE
full smiles induced him to go step
farther, and he had also introduced his
wife, The good woman said Good
evening"" We cordially pronounced
the evening good, too, and we were led
W SOluC OCdJSs IHJO We uIOpPCu+
and there we remained-twO pictures of
patience on monument smiling at
grief until the affair broke up, and, no.
body urging anything to the contrary,
we wendell our way home, wiser, sadder
and sympathlZing with heathens who,
having once come in contact with
Christian missionaries, take to the
woods and eat themselves up to avoid
repetition of the experience.
Certain it is that the wandering girl
the girl who is working for living
among strangers, is content, when the
days task is done, to repair to her room
and give herself up to meditation and
prayer She must, socially speaking,
take her life in her own hands, do what
her own conscience approves, and phil
osophically study natural history, while
buzzards eat her and are happy.
PAULINE PRY.