The Wichita daily eagle., 1894-05-13

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and incredulous guys. They have no
other home for which they care. They
will be living, ranting example of
what they seek to make their sex; they
are the true patterns of what they would
that all other women were. We would
not deny them this right for themselves.
We only protest that they are permitted
to seek to force such rights O. upon
| others. from this class Algernon
Charles Swineburne could never have
drawn this sentimental ard ideal love:
Kissing her hair / sat against her feet
Wove and unwove it. would and found it sweet,
Made fast herewith her hands, drew down her
eyes,
| Deep as deep flowers and dreamy like dim skies
With her own tresses bound, and fonnd her fair,
kissing her hair.
Sleep were swoeter than her face TO me.
Sleep OF cold sea bloom under tue cold sea;
What pain could get between my face and hers:
What new sweet ia ng would love not relish worse!
Unless, perhaps. white death had kissed me there.
Kissing her hair? -SwInburne
These will be the Cougars, the Leases,
the Shaws, the Diggs, the Authonys, the
Johns, the Cats and the rest. The
hcmes of these women are the type of
what they would Lave all homes, de-
serted by the only presence that con-
stitutes home, bereft and void of the
comforts and attractions that only
woman can insure. left mere roosting
places, sans flowers, birds and babies.
destitute of loves sallurementS; cold, dark
and desolate. Their faces would harden
and their lips curl into a contemptuous
sueer over the following sentiment of an
American girl, the perfection of whose
-hythms and true poetic inspiration
were pronounced by Whittier and Long
fellow as being unsurpassed by any
writer:
You kissed me! My head
Dropped low Oh your breast
With feeling OF shelter
And infinite rest.
would tear from my forehead
Its beautiful crown
To nestle once more
In that heaven of rest
Your lips upon mine,
My head on your breast.
Would you care If your heart
Were nay shelter as then;
And, if You were here,
Would you kiss me again2
The answer of the average we'll con-
ditioned youth would doubtless be
warm response in the affirmative, pro-
viding she were still, as then, modest
and innocent; but hardly if she had
turned gadding female suffragist, petit.
coatless, flushed from political JAM
boree, her breath redolent with the aroma |
of sour beer and her lips stained with the |
nicotine of caucus cigarettes. That the |
modify ing influences of heredity and |
such enfranchiSed environment, coupled |
with such maternity would give US a /
race of girls with abnormal moustaches !
and reaches up and down their spines
might well be feared.
Love is passion
Which kindles honor and noble acts"
Dryden.
AS for these poor unfortunate and |
mateless women they can accept the fore
going, from the sentimental stand point,
or in the spirit in which it is written, or,
otherwise, denounce it as brutal, vapid |
and waste-wind, it matters little to us.
They are all cacklers of no mean pre-
tensions themselves; some of them muni-
cipal voters; but majority of them nom
residents of the state, having no interest
In Kansas, under heaven, except as they
hope to use the people of the state for
their experimental purposes. They are
just what they would have all women.
bold, strange and abnor-
NAL; anything but the sweet trusting
mates of men, the helpful happy COM
panions that we could wish they were.
and that we hope all Kansas women are
Or will be.
Is 1t for her fairness thou dost love her?
Is 1t for her sweetness, rs of clover?
Or Is 1t for the gentleness
That makes each glance chsste caress
Which holds aloof yet still doth bless
Her lucky lover?
D no tits not alone that she is fair.
'Tis not because her sweetness is SO rare
Tis not for this or that one thing,
But for the constant blossoming
OF all Loves flowers, from spring to spring,
In her pure air. -Kirkbride