The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1889-01-04

denies the wOrlu. Sne ran ner lltlle
finger savagely along the topmost bar,
shaking off the dozen little dew-drops
that still hung there. '.And they tell
us we haven't mems chivalrous atten-
tionr' she cried. when we ask to be
doctors, lawyers, lawmakers. any thing
but ill-paid drudges, they say, No; but
you have mems chivalrous attentions;
now think of that and be satisfied!
What would you do without it?'"
The bitter little silvery laugh, so
seldom heard, rang out across the
bushes. She bit her little teeth together.
81 was coming up in Cobb & Co. 9
the other day. At little wayside
hotel we had to change the large coach
for small one. We were ten passep-
gers, eight men and two women. As
sat in the house the gentlemen came
and whispered to me, There is not
room for all in the new coach, take your
seat quickly We hurried out, and
they gave me the best seat, and covered
me with rugs because it was drilling.
Then the last passenger came running
up to the coach-an old woman with a
wonderful bonnet, and black shawl
pinned with a yellow pin.
".There is no room, they said; you
must wait till next weeks coach takes
you up;' but she climbed on to the step,
and held on at the window with both
hands.
My son-in-law is ill, and l must 90
and see him. she said.
".My good woman said one. 4 am
really exceedingly sorry that your SON.
in-law is i'll; but there is absolutely no
room for you here
You had better get down. said an
other. 'or the wheel will catch you
81 got up to give her my place.
"'Oh, no, MOI they cried, we will not
allow that
81 will rather kneel.' said one, and
he crouched down at my feet; so the
woman came in.
There were nine of us in that coach,
and only one showed chivalrous atten-
ton, and that was woman to a wO-
man. / shall be old and ugly too one
day, and | shall look for mems chival-
rous help, but | shall not find it. The
bees are very attentive to the flowers
till their honey is done, and then they
fly over them. | don't know if the
flowers feel grateful to the bees; they
are great fools if they do"
but some women" said Waldo,
speaking as though the words forced
themselves from him at that moment,
''some women have power"
She lifted her beautiful eyes to his
face.
Power! Did you ever hear of men
being asked whether other souls should
have power or not9 1t is born in them.
You may dam up the fountain of water,
and make it a stagnant marsh. or you
may let it run free and do its work; but
you can not say whether it shall be
there; 10 is there. And it will act, if
not openly for good. then covertly for
evil; but it will act. If Goethe had
been stolen away a child. and reared in
a robber-horde in the depths of Ger
man forest. do you think the world
would have had Faust and Iphigenie?
But he would have been Goethe still
stronger, wiser than his fellows. At
night, round their watch-fire, he would
have chanted wild songs of rapine and
murder, till the dark faces about him
were moved and trembled. His songs
would have echoed on from father to
son, and nerved the heart and arm
for evil. Do you think, that if Napo-
leon had been born a woman, that he
would have been contented to give
small tea-parties and talk small scam
dial? He would have risen; but the
world would not have heard of him as
it hears of him nova man great and
kingly, with all his sins; he would have
left one of those names that stain the
leaf of every history-the names of
women who, having power, but being
denied the right to exercise it openly,
rule in the dark. covertly, and by
stealth. through the men whose pas
sions they feed on and by whom they
climb.
Power" she said suddenly, shifting
her little hand on the rail. YES, we
have power; and since we are not to ex-
pend it in tunnelling mountains. nor
healing diseases, nor making laws. nor
money, nor on any extraneous object,
we cxpend it on you. You are our goods,
our merchandise, our material for
operating on; we buy you. we sell you,
we make fools of you, we act the willy
old jew with you, we keep six of you
crawling to our little feet, and praying
only for touch of our little hand;
and they say truly, there was never an
ache or a pain or broken heart but u
woman was at the bottom Of it. We
are not to study law, nor science, nor
art. so we study you. There is never
a nerve or fibre in your mans nature
but we know it. We keep five or six of
you dancing in the palm of one little
hand" she said. balancing her out
stretched arm gracefully, as though
tiny beings disported themselves in its
palm. ''There-we throw you away,
and you sink" she said, folding her
arms composedly. There was never
a man who said one word for woman
but he said two for man, and three for
the whole human race. "-OLire Schreias-
en-, IN Romans CoLunan.
NEW SUFFRAGE NOTES,
Rev. AMANDA WAY was a cO-laborer
with Dir Mary Z Thomas in the earlr