The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1890-08-31

think that Just as the earth turns over
every day. whether we like it OF not, and
lust as it revoives about the sun quite
oblivious of what Calico or the pope
may decide. so the woman question is
one beyond the control of the men or of
the women themselves. The Sleeping
Beauty has walked up and declines to go
to sleep again. 1t remains to be seen
what she viii do next.
Still don't think she will take COM
mand of the Grand Army just yet; i
don't think she will be allowed to seize
the reins even If she wants to. Men,
like other ponderous and simple forces
in nature, move slowly and take some
time TO get up their momentum, but are
also rather difficult to control when they
have once started.
was once on an Alp, very easy one.
| assure you, and watched an enthusi-
astic young bride who, under her hus-
bands admiring gaze, was trying to de-
tach a small bowlder from its bed and
send it crashing down the mountain
side. She pushed, she pried with her
own alpenstock until she broke it, and
then with his; she got very prettily pink
in the face, and tore her little gloves;
she set her teeth and compressed her
bps; in fact she did her honest best, and
after while raised the stone to the edge
of its shallow bed, where it hung as it
were by thread. Even then she could
have pushed it back, and it would have
settled down as sturdily as ever. She
might have sat upon it, danced on it,
snapped her fingers at it and left it to
vegetate forever as she found it; but in
steads she leaned upon her alpenstock, and
with one touch of her dainty foot over
came the last atom Of resistance and
sent the great stolid thing upon its
downward way.
What a noise it made! How it splin-
tered itself and the other rocks! How it
crushed and bruised and manned the
flowers and shrubs and all the soft green
things it encountered! How quickly
and remorselessly it would have killed
that little bride had she got in its way!
Some such fancy passed through her
ON lnllt. L lOl eilJCl NdUCulllS
its downward career for a moment she
drew back very pale and quiet, and put
ting her hand in her husbands arm drew
him silently away.
Well, it isn't a good plan to set the
5owlder rolling unless you are quite sure
it can't harm you, and also that you
don't want to use it any more; it is
safer to edge it along to just the place
YOU want it in, and then block it and
shore it up and make it fast with
Thousand little pebbles, each with diff
ferent name. There is always time
enough to spurn it down the precipice if
we want it out Of the way. That, how
ever, is not very likely to occur. How
ever much a woman may like to handle
the reins, | think she always likes to
have a man upon the bex with her to see
how neatly she does it. ! don't know
that / ever saw mail coach driven and
occupied by women only, although |
have seen a good many where a fair
Amazon held the ribbons and used the
whip, generally more mercilessly than
the man who sat close beside her would
have done; and let it not be forgotten
that all men agree in accusing gentle |
woman of driving horses more cruelty, !
with less consideration and less self con-
troll than most men show toward them.
Is not that rather an ominous consid- !
GRAFTON in the question, What if women
held the reins? Would not the coach of |
state be in some danger Of breaking |
down if it We're recklessly and intemper- |
ately driven?
A woman, especially if she has brains |
and energy, generally knows what end
she means to attain, and is as unscrupu- |
lous as the great Napoleon in attaining
it, She wishes to distance her rival in
the race. How pitilessly she lashes her
horses, how recklessly she drives over
the PROSTATE body of her favorite dog, |
how little she cares for the rocking and |
fitting of the chariot To be sure when
the race is won, and she is conQueror |
and her rival out of sight, she pats the
horses noses and orders them all the oats |
they can eat, and vet. to bind up their
TANKS, and she is really and |
broken hearted over poor Fido, |
and is glad that the wheel didn't come
off until she reached the winning post,
and in the evening of the same day she
will turn pale and shiver at ghost story,
and scream at a mouse. Dear, charm
ng, inconsistent woman. How / love
you, and how ! don't want to see You
irive the chariot of stete.
Fancy clever, capable woman as min
ster Of war! She has met some foreign
minister at his own court or somewhere
Else, and she has had a Irritation with
him; he has pleased or displessed her
very much; she wishes to fiatter him by
Welding TO his policy or she wishes to
haunt her own ability and power in his
face. VIII she ever be so much states
nan and 50 little a woman as to resist
.hese deeply rooted feminine traits and
impulses?
l for one hope not, for a woman who
ceases to move on feminine lines does
not become a man, hut merely an anom-
NY. and do hate anomalies.
Or fancy a woman envoy plenipoten-
iary at foreign court or In any branch
If diplomacy; but we need hardly exert
bur fd1ans in this direction, for we have
seen and -we may read in most histories
If the wild work wonen's dainty fingers
ave wrought when thrust into the loom
where statesmen weSVe their suAsle web
IF tapestry, so deterrent upon its face
and its seamy side.
A world governed by woman would
lecome mere agglomeEation of in
iividualiSes instead OF q composite
z-hole. 1t would he like a Prince
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