Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1890-10-18
ARE THE WORLDS AFFAIRS AND
WOMAN A BENEFIT TO EACH OTHER?
Address Delivered BY Mrs. Haryot Holt
Cahoon, Before the New York Woman
Suffrage League, Oct. 2, 1890.

ably, yes ostensibly, no.
Man runs the world and the motto Isl You
mind your business and will mind-yours. The
dear men-God bless them-the sons of women,
and as good they are as women taught them how
to be.
Reformers have been since the world began.
They perk up their heads from the multitude in
every generation. They strap their hobby on their
backs and all through life hammer away at an
effect. The cause escapes-the effect goes On.
More generations, more reformers-so runs the
world away
The time has come when woman, gentle woman,
who according to poets, prophets, priests ana
sages is al the bottom of all trouble, has asserted
herself. II am the cause of all evil, am also
the cause of all good.
Well, the busy old work-a-day world has about
concluded, from observation and experience, no
doubt, that marriage is failure. Ibsen says SO,
Tostoi says SO, the divorce courts suggest it; and
what is to be done about it?
Woman was originally supposed, according to
the sacred testimony of the Book of Genesis to be
made for man. If marriage is a failure then
woman is failure, and it all must be because love
is failure.
Some one said the other day that the coming
woman would make the marriage proposal herself,
and it would be question of head, not heart, and
the union would be more perfect and permanent
one on that account 1t has been sinister OBJ
seryation that man does most of the loving before
marriage and woman the most of it after. Per-
haps in the reversal of the present code, we may
look for opposite effects-and perhaps the condi-
ton would be an improved one.
The SOOTHING old world doesn't believe in love
very much. But love is great deal of help when
two people go from the altar to housekeeping. He
transforms commonplace rooms into bower Of
beauty. He fans the Goals on the hearth till they
glow like two young hearts and the tea-kette sings
sweeter than choir Of angel voices. He teaches
clumsy masculine fingers to adjust tides and pill
low shams, and when the wedding ring flashes in
and out of the soapy dish-water, love hovers DER
and by his magic wand even the dish-water is
sacred. Who but love could do this and in
commonplace cottage? But the world peeps in
at the window, bye-and-bye, when the babies come
and the bills come and want comes. She sees the
Goals on the hearthstone are smoking embers, and
then she shakes her fluffy old cap frills and says,
II Told you So" She knows the time has come
when the woman does the loving.
Clearly something is wrong with the system.
Sel6shness came in at the door and love flew out
at the window. Selfshness and love never abide
within the same breast. Self took up its original
abiding place in the mans heart, mayhap and into
the woman's life grew patience and self-sacrifce,
and if it hadn't been for hope the woman would
have lain down beneath the burden and closed her
eyes for the rest they so much needed. Again
mans interests are the affairs Of the world, the
womans the affairs of home. wall rises up
between them and bounds her sphere wherein her
interests lie. She teaches the children and sews
for the household, and collects furniture and brio
a-brac for the home. When she has time to spare
she visits and as her interests are exclusively in
the home she talks about it and the cares thereof
her servants and babies. What else has she to
talk about? unless it is other womens servants
and babies and homes, and then she gosslps
Cares and worries Cypress her and the lines