San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1892-10-14
My Lazy spInster-why women DO
Not Marry.

DIV married lie IL ny IdT Ino uosV
desirable lot of the majority of women
aud the conditions OF wifehood and
motherhood, the most useful ana
natural, we must also acknowledge
that there are many women for whom
married life is not the best, ana VINO
are much happier to remain single II
they can do so cOntendly and thank
fully. Hundreds OF delicate, beauti-
full, self sacrificing souls are, for I'M
known but necessarily wise reasons,
imprisoned in bodies tortured by
disease or unsightly through defor-
nifty. For such marriage Is general
w impossible. Many are as obviously
incompatible as if the word were
EN- olaZoned on their foreheads.
Incompstibility is suggestive
word, but does not necessarily imply
Immature, To q sister or brother,
Nth whose relations no authority Is
mingled, the incompatible may be all
that is lovely. A change of environ.
ment and relationship, the marked
difference between being an ordinary
memb Der of a family and assuming the
reins of government, marks with her,
it may be, the difference of a happy
useful life. OF the married incompa-
tibles we hear every day, either in
the divorce:courts'or in the course of
a morning call. OF the unmarried,
whom q merciful Providence has re
strained from like un happy fate, all
sorts of good deeds are recorded.
There is q class of women, FORUM
stely not large by comparison, but
real existance nevertheless. whose
health are as cold and Indifferent to
the real Establishments of love as is
the glittering diamond to the action
of the suns rays. Often brilliant,
and endowed with great beauty or
wit, or both. they laugh at the folly
of their victims, and suffer to pain in
refusal
Would marry?" laughed a love-
ly young lady of five-and-twenty, de-
pendent on her now Income OF teacher
for support. "Well, no. When l
consider the lot of my married friends,
L am thankful for common sense
enough to remain single. l thorough.
ly enjoy my free unfettered life. To
be sure, go to my work In the school
room each day, but my married
friends have household cares as i'm
perstive as mine, with far greater
chances of failing to give satisfaction.
I have no usbsnd to ti:d fault with
the coffee or the state OF my wardrobe;
DO children TO worry my peaceful
hours; no servAntsssto cater to, have
not to plan for three times 365 meals
each year, and no hungry family
comes in 10 devour in one brief hour
the result of my hard.nornings, toll
III the kitchen. No stern tyrant of
l.. ;SA Ic-;,o
hand small hand bills to supply my
needs and those of my children. III
am enguiled in whirlpool of eXtrav-
agance, and purchase lovely gown,
q pair of delectable evening boots or a
morsel of a French bonnet, | can en-
dure the reproaches of my own con-
science with some equanimity; but
the scOwls of an angry spOuce would
wither my very soul. When the bless
ID summer vacation comes around,
there is a whole con tinent at my dis.
possl, and according az I have been
economical or luxurious, | may choose
my summer outing. Old age? Yes,
it may come to me. 1t will come to
my married friends, and may find
them widows with half dozen chill
dren to work for. But if the worst
comes and | can not work or find
snug corner in an old lady's home, |
fancy / could win some gray haired
lover who would offer me a home
There is generally some one around
YOU know" and the cOld~hearted
little beauty whisked off around the
corner, leaving her married friend to
reflect that perhaps all the advantages
were not with the matrimonial state,
as she had been taught to believe.
Thousands of women are stJday
single and dependent on their own
exertiOLs for support because some
weak lover could not foreg1 the SEN
sual designations that 80 merCilessly
enchain their victims. The maiden
yields her claim on the lovers heart
grudglDgly, and only when she sadly
perceives that power stronger than
her love is gaining possession of his
life. BETTER weep alOne,n she says,
than spend fruitless years grieving
for love that won ID die if the wine :
cup were my rival. The drunkard's
nome Is the saddest home that q
woman can fill" Prisons and refor-
matOries, insane and ineOrIate asy-
lums, disgraced lives in foreign lands,
selfish and aimless lives of men who
ought to be working for some noble
woman, answer the question why
multltudes of women never marry.
The fact that many thoroughly mar
TiageaOle women never meet the man
whom they would chose to marry is
one evidence that there is a place in
the world for single women. With
some all the paths of life seem to be
crossed by lines of an adverse fate.
The lover was ready to tell his tale,
the letter was written and sent, the
engagement ring was on the finger,
trousseau was prepared. But a swift
message Of death or disaster, a lost
mailbag, u misunderstanding or ac~
nidanf of GnIlna nna of tho 4