Delaware gazette and state journal. (Wilmington, Del.) 1883-1902, 1893-10-12

| or q man, but that something which natur
| abhors, hybrid. Much against my will
l was presented to her, and she immedi
\ ately began to tell me Of the ease of the cos
tune. OF the speech that she bad made be
Tore many thousand people, and of he
nope for the future woman. | asked he
very quietly if she had any children. Sh
| answered: Certainly not; the bearing o
children is left to the lower classes EN-
tirely' Then ] asked her from whenc
she expected the coming woman. Nj,
dear, don't think she liked me, and vet
was polite to her. Not that / wished to be
but because had been told she wes ,
woman, and ! was bound to respect tn,
sex OF my mother.
She talked agreat deal about her lectures
about what she had written, and about tht
needs oil the woman OF to-day, and, strangt
as " may seem, she entirely ignored the
needs of the man. After l went away.
tired 10 think her out, but / couldn't, anc
when read my chapter in the New Tesla
ment that night about the women who
waited at the tomb for their Saviour, this
type seemed blot on the universe, and
for once in my life, just for the first time
my dear, wished that woman might be
orntally treated. They tell me there are
more like her. But don't like to think so. .
THE wREToHED BOOKS OF TO-DAY.
We kept quiet for little while and
drank our tea with meditation. And then
the Colonel SAID: what is the next cen.
fury going, to do for books? Last week
Mhen mad the rheumatism so badly, the
klnuly young man at the book shoD sent
me up what he called the latest novels.
Every one of them had a motive. The
motive OF one was to kill all belief; the
motive of another was to use big words
tnat required dictionary to make them
clear; the motive of another was to show
mans greatness and natures littleness.
and the motive of another was to paint all
women as vile; all men as towards; ali life
as wicked and no hereafter. There was
not single one that had for its motive to
interest and amuse, so | hobbIed over To
my own old books, and spent a day
with Becky Sharp and forgot my pain
with Mr.. Pickwick, and fanced myself
IN love again as fingered over Her
rick, and realized what good nlays
were with Shakespeare and Congreve and
Wycherley. And yet people who claim to
Know a great deal say this is the time of
great intellect and culture. Why, my dear,
to amuse is a mission, but the writers OF
To-day don't seem TO think that. Some
tunes when things go little wrong, | get
to thinking, and my faith is a little
shaken; tof course, my dear, being a
woman, and as every woman should be
close TO God Himself this never happens
to YOU, and then to straighten me i'm. |
want to pick out some book that will
make life seem better and brighter, and
my faith stronger; but there is no book Of
to-day that will do that. And even in their
uhpeilet, the writers of to-day are so vul.
gar What does it all mean +? / hone and /
pray that il is sign that we are reaching
the extreme end OF it all, and that the re-.
bound will come; that men believing only
In themselves will find out how littIe
worth they are; will entrust their faith To
women and children, and, after that, to
God Himself"
THE EFFICACY OF PRAYER.
asked the Colonel "Do you believe alb
solutely in prayer ?'
And he said: "My child what would
become of me if did not In those DAYS
when one set of brave men was lighting
another, thought continually 81 the
sWeetheart who was waiting for the war
70 enc, ana Tor me to come back and claim
her as my wife, and every time this
thought came to me, even If il were on
que held OF battle, said silent PRAYER
Ior her and for me, and am sure that INV
prayers were answered. When peace was
declared, went back; / found nv own
true girl waiting for me, and, in a little
while she became my wife. | had a wear
Of happiness and when my son came into
tne Worid, my wlte's eyes closed, and we
were ieIt alone; You remember my boy;
now named him after the greatest gen,
eral and the finest Christian sentleinan
that ever lived Robert Lee; and YOU
remember how, when he was old enough
70 pc my companion and my friend, 1t
seemed as if his mother called hin
and was left alone. NV dear Won
We're with me that day; it was your
hana that closed the eyes tired so early of
looking on this world, and you know That
though L suffered because of the loss of
NY poy, l knew that it was all right.
GRADUALLY all who belonged to me have
gone from me, aud to-day you alone Of
my blood, are here. If / did not believe
IN prayer, how could | be happy If
dld not believe in PRAYER, how could I
nope TO be good enough to Join those dear
ones who are waiting for met Ii / did NOT
Delleve In prayer, how could hope to live
as a gentleman should, trying to do that
Whieh Is right and respecting the rights of
~ iellow mani Only fools deny the
value Of prayer" There were tears in the
Colone's eyes. and think both of us saw
the same .picture-the handsome bow who
went to sleep so early in his life. Then the
colonel arose to go, and as he said good
pyeI smiles chased away the tears, and he
told me he was afraid we had gotten to
talK on somore subjects, but that he was
coming to see me very soon, going 10 he
very merry, and that he was pIanninr AZ
that very time a frolic for us. He stooped
over and kissed my hand, made me bow,
and was gone. "'
FROM SUBLIME TO RIDICULOUS.
Just then the card of mr.. Algernon
Neville" was brought in. | threw il aside
say that Madame Bah begs to be er-
ccused." Then l frowned; Neville. with
his pretty attempt at unbelief-Nevilie
with his silly talk about about chorus
girls-Neville, whose thoughts began with
the tailor and ended with the divorce
courts-Neyille, who killed a womanis
Character with a smile or sneer. / could
not endure il after the Colonel. II was like
taking glass OF miserable, weak. slcken.
ing, doctored wine, after one of full rich
truity burgundy, that had gained color
and bouquet as the years rolled on. and
winch could do nothing but make Won
teel kinder and more IN harmony with
gentlemen and ladies. Not as Neville
would say, with men and women, DON'T
you think | was right? And won't Won
ask to be excused from meeting the Ne.
yilles OF the world, as did your friend
Bah.