The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1892-04-14
RoSALIND UP TO DATE.

without, Independent and BusinessIike.
Within. Very WomanIy.
met him on the Elevated the Other
day and he seemed depressed and out
of spirits.
What's the matter9" 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 confde in you.
You impress me as the sort OF woman
a man could confide in"
l have always fattered myself that
there is something in my face that
inspires confidence. was pleased to
see that this expression was gener:
ally recognized.
I'm in love-" he continued, ''des-
perately in love, and I feel sure it is
hopeless case. I don't mind men
tioning her name to you. Indeed,
any man might feel proud of himself
to think he was in love with her.
It's Miss 2. That's why it's so hope
less. You know what Miss z. IS posi-
ton is. So do I. T know she is a
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-
pose 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.
II 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 I made up my mind she
did need a protector and that would
propose next day.
well, the next day came, and I
happened to meet her in the morning
on her way down town. 1t was rain
ing. She had on very mannish,
double breasted, long capped mackin-
tosh, pair of stout boots, a storm
hat and 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 brsinesslike 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 SO
didn't propose. That's ALL" he
wound up gloomily.
1t happened that the very next
afternoon Miss z. dropped in for a
little chat and a cup of tea. told
her the story because it was too good
to keep. She laughed bit, and then
she sighed
Eyes, she said, II dare say give
people that impression. I intend to,
at least. Iresolved when 1 first went
out in the world to scramble for my
self that / would never ask any IN
diligence from any one on account of
my sex would put on brave
front anyway. Like Rosalind, I'd
havea martial outside, though in my
heart the woman's fear did lie hidden.
Well. your story shows that have
succeeded. And yet I 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 some
great, big, delightful man. I often
look at other women with their hus-
bands and sweethearts, and sigh to
remember have none. You would
not have believed it, No, dare say
not. And probably poor young x.
would not believe it now. But it is
true; true of me and of every wom-
an. No matter how brave and capa-
BILE we may seem, we are all towards
at heart We like man to fight the
world for us"
And when I looked at her there
were two tears slowly rolling down
her face.-New York Recorder.