The morning call., 1891-12-06

-NfS. tao lffe b7fetfy-tfcNhtHHihg.
She threw her shapely hands IT, her face
and, leaning them against her cheek, wa'
was lost for a moment in reflection.
waited moment. Then she looked up
a curious expression in her hazel eyes.
what is it?" she asked. softly. "Tell
me all. l do not recall Julia Beam. She
| must be a new girl"
Then told her the pathetic story of the
inhumanity OF man TO Julia Beam.
ION! it cannot be. Do you mean to say
that they would do such cruelties as these
in the very place where we Were all SO
happy together? No, no, it cannot be.
They wrre all good people. with kindly
simple hearts. | knew them all. They
! would not treat woman thus. 1t would
take hearts of stone. Tell Inc gam. Tell
ME their names. Who are they? There
must be some mistake. Do not say that it
is true. / know them all. They are my
friends. Many day we passed there, all
CT us, side by side. 1t seems so strange.
You must send ME the papers. If Juila
Beam has thus been stricken by mans in
humanity TO woman | must 20 to her. | must
find her. She Will tell ne all. | am sure.
Then l shah seek her out. l shall be her
friend. Where is she now?"
II dc not know"
Where did she co."
up in the hills
''Alone?'
YES; alone. Some men found her when
they were hunting"
There must be some mistake. This seems
Incredible"
And still ii is true. The facts have been
flung a thousand miles. Women have cried
out ashast. Money has been sent to the
World for julia Beam that she may be ac-
corded the pltitul privilege of justice. After
all ii may be hers TO wait the world that
sets this world right. What do you say?"
All she could do was TO repeat her pathetic
words:
These are hearts of stone"
| II cannot say that any one interested me
IN those about me-" she said. Somehow |
took up the cause of the helpless and needy
! just as any other Christian might. My dear
| papa, despite occasional statements TO the
| contrary, was one Of the kindes t-heartsd
men l ever knew. He was always open to
ans appeal. In my home life. as l recall ii
now, | can think of nothing that was not
the soul of gent!euess ON his part. Ii may
! be that my interest has thus in some meas-
| uTe been Inherited. At any rate | early
| found myself hooking INTO the lives Of those
| about me. | was dumfOunded at the misery
| | found in the world. / sad to myself
| Let me strive 10 bring little CLEAN OF sun
! SHINE into tile lives OF some fe W men and
| women. 1t Will be grand opportunity. Ii
vii he Christian duty. Let me try
MY first little interest ia these things
| was with the children. | organized sOnt
CttAStS. HtS GSlODiSueI AT me HTaDQ Cd
| poItunities that lay every y here. You vii
| pardon me. but L do not like 10 speak Of
| these things. l have done 20 little Others
have accomplished so much more. VIVA
| little that cane to me | simply did as any
| other Christian might. That is all.
| Il find" went on Gabrielle Greeley lien
| denning, That deserving need is very
! humble, and is always willing TO express ii:
thankfulRess by personal return. Thus. il
woman comes to my door and asks for
piece OF bread she viii gladly offer to serve
| the giveT IN some humble way as a token oil
| sincerity and gratitude. La other word !
need that Is truly deserving seems to b.
| coupled with spirit OF obligation. ] have
long looked upon true charity as that sor
| which was intelligent anu discriminating.
| That was the basis of my wood-pile en-.
| terprisc,' she continued, smiling. ut wal
like this: SO many uoor men used to come
to my home that at last Ideyised the notion
| Of testing their sincerity by asking If the,
would mind G0lDg NE sone small favor
Out in the back yard / had a great pile oi
| wood, and when a stranger asked TO be frC
] took him to my table, relieved his hunge
and then asked him if be would split or saw
| me some W. Cd. Generally the gestioI
| was acted upon. Well"
The hostess paused III her narrative Il
indulge in merry laugh. She went on:
We'll, as the summer passed tho back
yard gradually became iiiied with wood tina
had been cut by the chance travellers who
had come 10 my door. The wood wa,
heapef high around the rear walls of III,
| house. One night, IN some way, the wooC
| took FIRE, and"
1t seemed very droli. The young woman
was laughing again. softly, to herself.
"Yes?" said 1, listening intentiy
"The wood caught FIRE and burned til,
| house down"
Did you ever learn who set the wood CT
fire?" | asked.
No." replied Mrs. Clendenning, "but
| have my suspicious"
This with a twinkle in her hazel eyes.
Then gradually we came back TO the cast
of Julia Beam. / said:
Were you ever able TO make clear {,
yourself why, almost invariably, a woman!
most relentless and IMPLYING foe should be
womankind?"
1T seems so strange" said this toile
among the friendleS-, ''yet it is too Otter
true"
ut is the experience of the world tina
when woman falls the first hands that ar,
turned against her are the hands of her sis
ters. OIL. vino are "A woman and who hay,
thought these thoughts many times, n,
doubt, have you made this clear to your
self?"
:" l never have" said thu woman dreamiIy
1t seems so strange. Sometimes poo
girls come to me and tell me that thes
things are so. But l never could think /
out. Then, too, 1 have talked with women
| j gu are TleHt Il GU merely state Il lact
Think of it-women who in every duty o
life are true and tender; whose hearts ar
moved to pity and to love; women who's
gentIeness and sweet influence goes out T.
the suffering, the sin and the sorrow of thi
wide world-seem TO freeze their hearts I,
ice when dealing with those who most nee,
their loving care. 1t seems like a dream
Yet it is the story Of this world, day b,
day."
Think of the crime against the Door Cir
up there among your pleasant hilla. But i
was men, not women, who did that. An,
still, when the women OF Pleasantviiie wer
talked to, the story goes that they held n
their noses and seemed glad"
ut is always worse for girl in til
country" said the woman, thoughtiully
lin the city she can hide. But In the coun
try, everybody turns against her as soon a
she Is found out Then they send her ava
TO the pooT-house, or leave her to die by III
wayside. In the big cities it Is different
Yet 1t all seems like dream. Ineyer coul
understand It,"
1T seems like dream" she was repeat
ing, half to herself, half to me-
by and by, l spoke again.
1T may be-" | said, shat, after al
women scorn only in the seeming"
she looked at me- with interest, but dl
not speak.
sit may be. went ON. shat women. /