The Canton times. (Canton, Miss.) 1893-1906, 1895-09-20

all a delusion. But we're going to be
lieve, all the same. There Are som
delusions the world can't do without,
she said pathetically, s'and love an
heaven are the Two we need most o
; ALL"
Now it was beautiful sight to SCI
young Mrs. Lochinvar, with that soft
serious light in her eyes and tina
touch of smile. half sun, half shadow
upon her lips, and instinctively as she
finished she had reached out to the
cradle and softly patted with one fin
ger the chubby hand outside the Gov
erlid.
But the new woman hardened hel
heart. IAN this may be well enough
for you," she said with cutting empha-
sis, but there are others of your race
your gifted sisters--far beyond the
bounds of such paltry trivialties. The
narrow circumscribed sphere in which
| women have been confined, like the
barbarous shoes for the feminine Chi
nese feet, must give way. We want
freedom" The new woman included
herself with the gifted sisters" as a
matter of course. I'VE want the wide
illimitable space of the whole universe
In which to breathe--and soar"
ut does not seem then as if there
would be room for man to soar any
more" remarked young Mrs. Lochin-
var, pensively. She looked up sudden
ly. What happens" she questioned
innocently, when they have scared
enough, and want to fall-in love-"
''They-they--" the new woman was
on her fleet now-pallid with indigna-
tion--"they do not want to fallin love.
They realize a grander destiny FOR
women than to be bound forever to
the chariot wheels of that sneering
creature with an inordinate capacity
for conquest-man. But If they do
mark me, say if-they at least know
his faults and frailties to the letter.
They have diagn osed his mental ca
pacity. They have probed his alleged
superiority. They have analysed"
"Oh, OIL" broke in young Mrs. Loeb
invar with a shudder. Don't, please.
lit sounds so like dissecting room.
You can't put a-what do you call it?-
'calpel and microscope into the hands
If love. And"-with gentle defiance
you can say what you please, but |
would rather believe the man love to
De a god, in some respects to be adored,
han a miserable little glow worm to
De trampled under foot. It is better
or ones own self rcspect-and- and
or his children" she added, softly,
With look at the cradle.
The occupant of the cradle was now
wake and staring with gigantic eyes
It the new woman, gravely fixing the
tatus in his profound mind. The new
woman opened her lips and eloquencs
oured forth as food.
"You are one of the unemancipated,a
he declared, "hugging their chains
nd seeing not the goddess of liberty
landing on their threshold. You
rostrate yourselves beneath the
hariot wheels of the masculine ego"
he new woman was evidently very
artial to the chariot wheels, since she
ragged them in and hitched them to
er Pegasus at every possible oppor-
unity. you are a weak-spirited
cho--"
But just at this juncture young Mrs.
ochinvar did strange and cruel
hing. She reached over slyly and
h, barbarous young mother!-softly
inched the baby.
The baby, as was natural, set up his /
rotest. He was alusty-lunged infant. |
nd the protest was tremendous. It
creased, too. in volume in an alarm
g way, and young Mrs. Lochinvar
,tually smiled in the face of the re-
over The new woman stood it for {
lie - two - three minutes - there
emed no indication of decrease in
und: in fact, it was distinctly on the
crease. The new woman gathered ]
e crinoline-lined draperies about her
I'd fed. l
You blessed babyl" cried young
rs Lochinvar, as the door closed be- d
nd the fleeing guest, and hugging {
e lusty-lunged to the point of suffo- n
ton. Il couldn't order her out, but
u could.sl. a
And when young Lochinvar came
me late that night from the editori-
sanctum young Mrs Lochinvar pre- sh
plated herself upon his astonished
som, while her voice seemed to come a
om somewhere in the region of her
liar bone. 81
'Oh! Oh! Obi" she cried, hysterical-
"Lochinvar, do you want me to be S,
lew woman?" W
Young Lochinvar clutched his wife a
tn dreadful clutch and his eyes t,
lied. -
Heaven forbid!' he cried devoutly Ii
Ind he was not, as rule, more de- O.
ut than the generality of his jour- Al