The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1895-03-03

the Beautiful Dresses OF the eo"hhS
Countess, She Declares for Dynamite
and ACKNOWLEDGMENT Slight
r,jsbap Does Not Garry Out Her Pre-
lenses TO Courage and PIuck-OnIy a
Mere Accident, but She Painted.
Dear Eagle: II am a common plug.
confess thai much. My feet are cal
Ioused to the clods Of drouthy state;
my hands are horny with degrading
toll; my fingers amorphous and knotty
from irksome and constant contact
with the rough and cruel fibers OF
"a broom handle. / have fancied my
self an aristocrat, but / am IN reality Il
common plug. There are textures so
fine that 10 my fingers touching
= would be tearing There are carpets
so infinitely beyond all my knowledge
of wool that they wouid make my
.inwonted feet slide and slip like those
of a drunken man. There are beds OF
a luxurious Tesihency, as Tar beyond
any dreamed experience OF mine, as the
Imagination OF a sum 1ers perfume Oh
VjoletS cushioned IN a sunbeam Is pe-
yond realization.
Dear Eagle, that is what she said.
Who is she? She is just a Wichita
girl. We four women, she among us
had been to a meeting OF our clup ana
were on our way home L invited them
into my house for a cup OF tea, ana
while We were sitting there she broke
out in that pompous strain OF moral
iZing. Then she continued;
'.You-all Of yoEi-are plugs Ike l.
wretch" we ali screamed in chorus.
you all know il" she said All
women who are plugs know IT. The
west is full Of women VINO secretly
counsel in their ow1 hearts about II
every week or so. Men can be plugs
and not know it. Women. never! The
man knows it all. He fatters nm
self that he lives in republic ana ne
is as good as any man He assumes
this recklessIy and you could not per-
s1Iade him out of il. But the woman IS
pf finer fibre and she knows that rough
assumption Of freedom ana equanty
Is a ghost that is conjured up at VIII 20
Brighten away domestic and poiticai
nissa tiSfactiOn.
What are YOU driving at?" made
bold to ask.
This dear girl with a melancholy mo-
ton 81 her hand that was almost me
rhanicaI i'm its protest against trlhlnS
interruption, went on:
I'VE have been discussing Anna
Eould's wedding.
And il has given you the blues
you are dissatisfied with your lot. You
are certainly just As sweet as Anna
Gould You haven't her money OF
course. but you are as much as she IN
this country
.~rhere YOU go again" she said petu-
1antly. ''In this country, indeed,
You don't believe that No woman be
lieyess that. ! said that men do-the
poor idiots. But no woman does be
lieve it, Is there a woman in the whole
country, poor woman, who does not
envy Anna Gould's fortune? Think OF
that trousseaui Petticoats of pale
blue and gold MORE antique! Skirts
of lilac glace silk Travelling dresses
of blue velvet lined throughout with
tan silk shot with gold Rubles!
g'estoons Of diamonds, Luxury.
The speaker now arose from her seat
and drew herself up to her full height
and we all settled back for the outburst
of the eloquent storm which we realiz-
ed was brewing.
eft Is woman's nature to love these
Things a woman Will fondle q, bit of
delicate silk, a tuft of point lace,
beautiful plume, as the warm sunshine
blows a spring daisy or an opening
bud. touching and kissing il, tanning
st this way and that, Strok1ng the nap
of velvet. as the sunbeam strokes the
invisible nap of a rose leaf, revealing
ell its charms and filling her soul, or if
not her soul, her heart, and If not her
heart then her eyes, with an ineffabIe
bliss. 1t is a rare, a precious delight
this love in woman OF all detlcate
loneliness The scent OF fresh linen,
lust common. cheap linen, adds sum-
illus to d wonan's blood Do you know
why a woman looks preCtiest when
dressed up? 1t IS not ali in the color
of the material of her dress or its make.
1t is not all in the flash of feather and
taste in arrangement of her hat 1t IS
not all in the neat fitting boot or the
tasteful glove. A dTessed-up womanS
beauty is the beauty in her eyes and
her cheeks and her carriage ca beauty
contributed and stimulated by the very
fact that she IS dressed up j love silk.
But Anna Gould viii wear a quality of
silk that 1 have never seen, that ! VIII
never see. She viii have lace in profus-
ion the infinite delicacy of which / can
not even imagine. There are textures,
j have. told you that to these fingers of
mine touching would he tearing. L am
plug. You are plugs. l doubt if
could move in those dream bridal
dresses without injuTing them. L am
not used to them. Neither are You.
But | rebel. You ask me if / am dis
satisfied with my fate. OF course L
am.
What are you going to do about
ST." asked one of the four women who
had hitherto remained silent. but who
now spoke up with a tine curled lip of
ScoTn.
''Why?" asked the orator.
You are young ana without some
change i'm the affairs of man and hui
1nanity you viii always be miserable
We all took this As center shot, and
we looked - see the poor young NOR
alizipg thing put to route.
But she was not
With ferocious dignity, almost
equal 10 that of that whilomc member
of Hypatia. Mrs. Lease. this young
moralisr cried: II am m Anarchist"
You are only Il creature Of ephemer-
I'll and hot-headed envy said the
scornful woman who was piqued that
her first shot had not gone home. and
silenced the girl.
Perhaps" said the girl THAT may
make me a better Anarchist.
'Pshaw" l SAID. Quit that. An
archy, Why. you couldn't bear the
sight of blood
II couldn't she exclaimed rapidly.
81 couldn't ! know more of blood and
Ats horrors than you do. Do you know
that there are two kinds Of blood
There is the blood from the flesh wound
light red. more pink than red. and
thin and rather pretty. Then there
j. the blood Of the heart-the hfe's
blood-deeQ. scarlet, foul OF stencil,
greasy, thick clotted. horTible,''
The look on the face OF the young
woman was terrible as she spoke these
words and one of the women screamed.
We ali laughed then. The young
woman laughed with Us. But some
how or other it east a gloom over the
tea and the little party broke up. but
not until this savage little Anarchist
had broken out again.
Il have nothing in common with the
rich. she began. 1t Is 4 common