Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1889-01-03

finger savagely along the topmost bar
shaking off the dozen little dew-drop.
that still hung there. '.And they tel
US we haven't mems chivalrous atten'
toni! 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 tip"
The bitter little silvery laugh, SO
seldom heard, rang out across the
bushes. She bit her little teeth together.
Il was coming up in Cobb & Co. s
the other day. At a 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 gentl0men 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 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 i'll, and must go
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
Il got up to give her my place.
oh, no, nor they cried, we will not
allow that
- i 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 a woman to a wo-
man. | shall be old and ugly too one
day, and shall look for mems chival-
rous help, but l shall not find it The
bees are very attentive to the flowers
till their honey is done, and then they
fly over them. l don't know if the
flowers feel grateful to the bees; they
are great fools if they do"
But some women" said Waldo,
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 not? 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
goa can not say whether it shall be
there; IL 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 child, and reared in
a robber-horde in the depths Of a 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 woman, that he
would have been contented to give
small tea-parties and talk small scan
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 eXpend 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 pain or broken heart but a
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 ScLrei,a-
or, IN Womdg'S Column.
NEW SUFFRAGE NOTES.
Rev. AMANDA WAY was a co-laborer