Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1896-05-17

a farm. spend my days in hard work,
nv nights in heavy sleep, ana never 10
bear mr. know Of anything that was
bright? Everything in me longed for
the beauties and joys OF life, and l
fouDd them. ! found them, as You
would saw. through sin, but what are
Won going to do? Are you going TO
make all wOmankind over again? How
are YOU going TO keep discomfort, that
great weapon of the devil from getting
into the hearts Of the girl children,
persuading them away from their
homes to where they can meet the
shopman. though too often it is shop
woman, ready to buy them, bodies and
souls. with a few gold trinkets, or
few years of lazy, luxurious life?
ONCE A WOMAN BEGINS TO THINK
about those things, she is an evil woman
already; the devil has got her, and II
will only be a short while before on her
cheeks. in her eyes and through her lips
viii his dominion over her be visible.
She had talked with great rapidity,
and now she eagerly drank some moro
Tea. had noticed that her hand trem-
bled. though her eyes flashed, as if she
were determined to speak as she wish
sd. and speak until she said all that she
wished.
You wonder. you women who sit at
home and are dainty. and feminine,
and loving. why women such as l am,
or such as I was, attract your husbands.
your brothers and your sons. l will tell
YOU how il is. We never cease trying
20 please them. Il looks like unselfsh-
ness. but it is the very extreme OF real
selfshness. for it is all acting. Then,
with us, men are not always on their
guard. and YOU demand from them
what YOU call respect They grow tired
of wearing the straight Jacket of pro-
priety. IJ YOU want to keep any man
YOU love. YOU have got to consider him,
and [ think the woman who doesn't
love a man. can always make him love
her better than if she were fool enough
10 care for him. When she cares for
him she is jealous of him. That annOys
him. Then. she wants to control him,
and that makes him long to get away
from her. Then she COntradicts him.
And that causes him TO fly fr@m her.
1t is true our empire is not very long
one IL is true. we cater TO men, ana
they give ms of the money that they
earn so hardly, but they seldom night
for us. and they are never loyal to us.
Now. as l am. l begin TO wonder
whether IL wouldnA have been better
policy TO have beenS good woman, and
vet. I know. tomorrow, If l had my
beauty and my youth back. / should
return 20 the old life. 1 once heard a
clever man say that
( WOMEN. LIKE BUTTERFLIES,
HAVE NO SOULS.
ct wonder if it is true. l almost be-
/ lieve ft is. I certainly hope il is, for l
+ seem to know the sort OF punishment
I that Will be given TO me if l am TO en-
/ dure a hereafter. The hair skirt, the
| lack of all but coarse food, a having 10
work and work until my body aches
and aches. That would be my purga-
/ tory
I. even T. who am seldom startled,
I looked at this woman with amazemenC
/ She had talked on as if she were adj
/ dressing something or somebody stand
| ing beside me. and had no answer for
I her / knew she had said a great deal
chat was true. but that it was true
made i- none the less dreadful to hear
I knew that she was tO-day'S represent
alive of the woman in the Bible; but,
unlike that one of the olden days she
seemed hard of heart AID strong OF IN
telect. She realized her kind, and she
did not forgive them. She rose, ana
with a grace that seemed odd. as look
ed at her rags. she bowed goodbye, re-
fusing 10 listen 10 any offers of help.
refusing 10 see the money that was held
out to- her. and going her own way.
For she had always chosen hef own
way. Where did it lead her?
Tae morning paper told. She was
described as having been picked up
bv policeman. No. 500 from the river
and he wasn't certain whether
The newspapers had a column about
il. They told Of her short day OF glory;
they told of the men who were her low
ers. and they ended with a very poet
zeal quotation. semi-religiOus and alto
gethor untrue. And /? Isdidn't think
of anything poetical concerning her
life-story. I thought only this: II 1
had a girl-child who longed for luxury,
who Ionged for wonderful jewels, who
longed TO have nothing TO do, l would
show her something of life. / would
take her far over on the East Side and
let her see what the women, she thought
beautiful. came to be; how dirty, and
ragged. and miserable and sick they
we're: how the hospital and a charity
funeral were as certainly the end OF
each story as that beauty and discon-
tent were the beginning. l would take
her TO the mOrgUe and let her look on
some dead woman whose story was told
in her face. and then, if that girl-chlld
were still discontinued. | would push
her out into the world which she longed
for and let her find out exactly what it
meant. To me. there seems nothing so
horrible as the life Of the wicked Mag
dalen. FauStina. or Jenny, call her
whatever Won will. according to her CEN
fury and her country, for it is life alb
sOlutely without love.
A LIFE FULL OF GREED, FULL OF
ENVY.
Possibly. as this woman said. life
that satisfies some women. but only for
a while. 1t makes me sick at heart
when 1 think that this wOman's words
were true-that it was from Gods own
land. the country, that the recruits TO
the army of vice are drawn. There is
no CONSUMPTION needed they come Only
700 gladly. Who is going to 5traighten
-, 80 VI, md l may nnssihlN feed