St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-07-06

Many woman of leisure. and there
are hundred of women of leisure in st.
Paul, is now and then possessed of a
desire to help somebody or to do some
thing for the good of the cavse-it
doesn't really matter what cause.
Sometimes she INDUCES in promiscu-
Gus charity. and for the sake of easing
her conscience, deliberately fosters
pauperism. You know what we call
unselishness is really the refined es-
sence of selfshness. We do good, not
for goodness sake, but for our own
sakes. We do good because our con-
sciences make us uncomfortable if we
don't. Conscience not only makes cow
ards of us all, but makes very selfish
women of us. When you come
absolute morality-if there he any ab-
selute standard of morality-of the
thing, the child who eats all of his
candy is not whit more selfish than
the little fellow who divides half his
sweetmeats with his brother. They
both recognize their inalienable right to
the pursuit of happiness each in his own
way. The boy who divides his candy
wouldn't do it if he could be happy
without, and that he cannot be happy
without is really not his fault at all, but
certain characteristic of his moral
self for which he is no more to blame
than he is for the outward character
istics of his physical self.
But that brings up the question of
human responsibility, on which should
be delighted to hear you express your
self harnaftar in fhoco ooi,,tnnc lucf
now, however, Will revert to the sub
Ject with which, began-the woman of
leisure. She gives freely to the beggar.
which is really reprehensive in her,
when the Relief society has especially
requested that all needy persons be re-
Terred to them and helped Systematically
through the society. She Joins clubs
and takes an active interest in the Work
ing Girl-with capitaIs-whom she dis
cuSSeS very much as If the woman who
works were new and unique species of
South African beetle, and not the flesh
and blood end of the century creature
Che is. The working girl needs not so
much help as she does bit of that
universal sisterhood which ought to
eXist-though sometimes Pm afraid it
doeSn't-between every woman ON
earth and every other woman. l have
In mind one particular bit of siSterly in
terest one clear-headed woman in St.
Paul Is going to show in girls who
work. There is club here, very de-
lightful literary club. made up entirely
OF young women who are engaged in
selT-snpporting occupations of one kind
and another. Its name is the Acorn
club, and if ever an organization de-
served to succeed that club does. Now,
lnaSmueh~ as Self-supportlng young
ttyr-f, oY1f
friends service, the club is frequently
at loss Tor room in which to hold its
weekly meetings. Now, this woman of
leisure l speak of. intends to offer her
own charming den for meeting place
next winter.
You know your old-fashioned eight
day clock won't tick unless its
bottom is level, and the world
OF women will never quite get
on tremendously until its base rests OH
the equality and siSterhood of women-a
slsterhood. too, that the heart. and not
the head, recognizes. This sort of help
is what working girls need, and it's the
only kind they will accept. The Acorn
club. by the way, needs more members.
Any unmarried business woman who
likes to meet other bright women i'll the
evening, and discuss things other than
fashions and the woman next door, is
eligible to membership, and will be
made welcome. The GLOBE knows all
about the club, and hopes it Will attain
the success it deserves. Most of us who
work are apt to get our noses so close to
the grlndStone that our ears are deaf to
anything but the whir of the wheel, and
an evenings talk OH things outside the
common rut is an admirable diversion
for all of us.
And speaking of brighte women, l
don't know where you'll find brighter
one in st. Paul than little Marion FL
more. of Lifts company. OF course
you know that Elmore is only the stage
name, and that in real life she is Mrs.
Frank Losee. She's like the heroine
in Stanley Waterloo's clever story, "a
Man and Woman" just a ''brown
streak' of woman. But she's very
much alive brown streak, and loves
nothing more than her horse. She
rides like cavalryman. and can keep
her seat on any horse in town. In these
lovely mornings one may see two riot
Ously jolly people racing two thorough
bred horses along the country roads.
One is great, broad-shOuldered man.
The other is little gypsy of woman
in whom you would hardly recognize
the actress.
The Losses have discovered what
they declare is the most delightful ride
in the country. They ride out Summit
avenue to Smelling avenue, and out
across the highest bit of land in all the
country. to the Fort Smelling road and
the fort itself. Then after a canter
along the officers line, they take the
road that leads down back of the hos
pital and through the willows OF the
ferry, After that there's Mendoza and
the West side road, with lookout from
the high bridge to finish up with. 1t is
a delightful ride, and in the early morn
ing, when the dew is on the grass, and
the grain aglint in the sun, it's such a
little journey into the world that makes
one feel that lite is indeed worth living.