Evening capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1888-1893, 1892-04-12
RosAlIsO UP TO DATE
without, irderendent and Basfnsssiike;
wssain. very WomanIy.

without, trderendent and Basfnessiike;
wisAin. very womanIy.
Imet him on the Elevated the other
day and he seemed depressed and out
Of spirits
whats the matterf" asked L
He flushed in a conscious way, and
said, ''Oh, nothing" Then in the
next breath he added. Yes there is.
too, and I'm going to confide IN you
You impress me as the sortof woman
Q man could confide In. -
have always flattered myself that
there Is something in my face that
inspires confidence. was pleased to
see that this expression was gensr-
ally recognized.
I'm in love" he continued, ''des
perately in love, and l feel sure it Is
a hopeless case. don't mind men
tioning her name to you Indeed,
any man might feel proud of himself
10 think he was in love with her.
It's Miss z. That's why it's so hope
less. You know what Miss y. s posi-
ton is. SO do L / know she is
clever, capable, competent business
woman. She fights her own battles
with the world. and asks no odds Of
anybody. She is highly respected
by her employers. who recognize her
true worth and her value to them.
She needs no help, no protection
from any one. don't dare to pro
nose to her on this account. Why,
she'd Just laugh at me for my pains.
She would want to know of what
earthly use could be to her.
Il came pretty near doing it once.
saw her at the opera one night. and
she looked so girlish and dependent
in her white frock, with her hair
curled in childish rings about her
face. that made up my mind she
did need a protector and that would
propose next day.
We'll, the next day came, and l
happened to meet her in the morning
on her way down town 1t was rain
ing. She had on a very mannish,
double breasted, long capped mackin-
tosh, q pair Of stout boots, storm
hat and a very aggressive umbrella
tucked under her arm. There were
no babyish curls that day Her hair
was braided tightly all about her
head. and looked as businesslike as
possible My courage failed me.
said to myself that it was all non
sense. That trim, alert, capable
young person didn't need me or any
other man to look after her. And SC
1 didn't propose. That's all, he
wound up gloomily.
1t happened that the very next
afternoon Miss T. dropped in for g
little chat and cup of tea. | tolo
her the story because it was too good
to keep. She laughed bit, and ther
she sighed.
Yes" she said, Il dare say give
people that impression. / intend to
at least. resolved when first wen
out in the world to scramble for my
self that would never ask any in
diligence from any one on account o.
my sex. | would put on brave
front anyway. Like Rosalind, II
have martial outside, though in m!
heart the woman S fear did lie hidden
Well, your story shows that hav'
succeeded. And yet | am woman
still at heart.
II don't like to do things for my
self. I'd rather be waited upon
cared for, watched over by SOM
great, big, delightful man. l oftel
look at other women with their hus
bands and sweethearts, and sigh t.
remember have none. You woul'
not have believed itl No, | dare sa,
not. And probably poor young x
would not believe it now. But it
true; true of Tue and of every won
an. No matter how brave and capa
BILE we may seem. we are all coward
at heart. We Ike man to fight tn
world for us.
And when | looked at her ther
were two tears slowly rolling dow
her face. New York Recorder.