Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1894-10-04


lines of experienCe - run from
school days very cl together,
while our intimacy ha been separ-
ated by great gaps of 4 and space.
can often hear 70 heart beat
when my own IL stir / don't
think any woman I'll aad there
are many, believe a are quite
superior to us in fine 1 pitions and
quick sympathies, q understand
the pureiy aasculinei snd that has
uifkstoa klI1n n6saiIs - nad
the new affiliations Of life. Men
keep some honest, rugged part Of
their natures for each other. They
can not, even with the stimulus of
the superior sex, quite get away at
all times from the awful destiny of
being masculine.
We found that ont in the swamps
lying upon fir boughs at night and
defying miasma and rheumatism
and exultiug like young savages in
overcoming nature.
Could you ever make woman
understand what the joy Of it was?
No. And you were never disap-
pointed that you could not. You
never wanted her to enjoy it in
your way.
Well, you have come up to a
ripe paternity and have got some
superb olive branches decorating
your menage. The eldest | have
not seen in several years, but they
tell me she is gifted and wields a
pen, and is as beautiful as her
mother was when / first saw her
picking the June iris in the wet
stretches of swamp, with her
woollen petticoat tucked up.
How does she treat you, old man?
Be frank with me. As you have
allowed her access to oil knowledge,
taken off, so to speak, every liga-
ment that her mother wove, winged
her with the new freedom and dis
patched her with God-speed into
the realms of the new life-has she
turned any of the weapons you have
given her against you?
Of course she loves you. Don't
let us waste any nonsense about
those inscrutable affinities of dind-
red.
Don't you feel keenly at times
that she regards you askance, as
belonging to q tainted sex; that
there is mild pity in her blue eyes
(they used to be blue, but, perhaps
they are gray now when she is look
ing at you, as il she were touched
with the awful sense of having had
a man for q father:
OF course, you know that she is
superior to everybody else on earth
but what / want to know is this:
Is she superior to ycn; has she found
out in the higher life that it is a
part of that life to look down from
a pedestal of ether on the super
fiuities of physical existence, of
which the greatest and most super
fluous is man? Do You feel in her
lpresence a sort Of vicarioIs guilt in
being man? Or have you adopted
the new complaisance and tried to
convince her that you are not:
GO back, old fellow, moment
in your memory. Do you remem-
Der the old manor house where we
were shut in three days by a cold
June rain, Just such as we have had
this season? The house was full Of
woman, superior woman, and there
were only three of us men in the
great, rambling, old barracks, forced
to listen to the women in the big
Colonial room, where there was a
smoky suggestion Of fire on the old
fashioned hearth. or betake our
selves to the billiard-room and lis
ten to that spout drumming oil day
under the caves.
Be patient with me. Let me tell
it my way. You may be interested
in comparing my recollection of it
with yours, You remember big
Anna and her mother. Anna we
had all called q handsome girl
Hebean, fit to pose for Brundilde,
and six weeks before she had gone
off and married . red-faced actor.
Six weeks, how funny that was at
the time?
At the expiration Of it she came
home to her mother with every
feather on her celestial covering
sticking in q different direction.