The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-08-02
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CRUELTY OF A WOMAN.
MIN Crinkle Would Have Us Think
Marriage Is q Failure.
A Mnu Where Hearts Are Ground to Dust
"A Cynical and UnSallant Attack
Upon the Gentle Sex-A
:. Domestic Study.
IcoPYRIGdT. 1881


That phrase, / grant you, is very
French, and, consequently, paradox.
.ical, but-soul of the sex-so is my
subject.
consistency is Jewell" and, for
fear that my article will not sparkle
too much, plant that gem at the head
as security.
Girls who roll their companions in
blankets and brand their college
mates with nitrate of silver have not
awakened to their powers. They are
like their brothers, who think it
poignant to cut their names in the
grand piano and put pepper on the
stove at prayer time. When they have
grown to the full exercise of their pow
ers and can break a mothers heart,
probably. they look back at these things
with contempt.
When girl gets her first lover she
begins to see how terribly inadequate
all her previous fendishness was
how gross and material and childish Ghe
pin-sticlSing business was. Now that
she has human heart in her tolls she
arrives at the first knowledge of her
power to infict pain.
In an article of this kind a fellow has
got to allude somewhere TO a cat play
ing with mouse before she destroys
it. Tt can't be avoided, so / a1lude to it
at once. A girl first begins to be feline
when she gets lover. She is a COM
binatien Of fur, purr and talons. have
been a mouse myself and I know how
it is. She used to let go of me and say
in the purr language: Now run away,
You don't amuse me any longer" /
don't remember how many attempts I
made, but she always put her velvet
paw out and stopped me. Then finally
She gobbled me.
I have friend who is a married
mouse. Sometimes we commune at the
club under our breaths. He is philos-
opher. Most married mice are. He has
told me of the almost superhuman cum
ming of the depraved sex. He says that
the beautiful feline monster that
cought him made him believe that it
was his mission to.mold cats into the
sem blance- of mice. She used to look
down at him, he says, and purr pro-
found desire to be nodded. There were
noobjects in life but mice objects. She
did not care for cats: they were treach-
erous and small minded. Her ideal
WIGS mouse. o, that she could become
more like him.
The molding business he now says is
a hollow mockery. It's the wrong fell
low who gets nodded.
NV friend has made several attempts
to scamper away. / remember once he
came over to my rooms, about ten
o'clock at night, very red and fustered,
and carrying his travelling bag.
"WeH. old fel," he said, this time
she went too far. The die is cast. We
have separated. Good-by. old boy. I'm
going to a hotel. Take off your slippers
md come and take something"
told him that ] synpathired with
him, but that he forgot that my wife
hid not allow me to take things He
rrung my hand and disappeared into
the night.
/ was very much grieved over my
friends misfortune and came near
writing a reproachful letter to his
wife. But the next morning he went
TO his house to get some personal
papers that he had left behind. His
wife began to play "Annie Rooney
when he came in; he slammed the
doors upstairs, jsmmed the bureau
1rawers. knocked down the bird cage