The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1897-12-17

wrcstles boldly with the men a. editor.
writer, lecturer, professor in schools
and colleges, aud even as office seeker.
aud generally succeeds In what she
undertakes; or elise she takes an hum-
bier place behind the counter or Ia the
prossrooms, or perhaps In the facto-
riea, for a pittanco just enough 10 keep
soul and body together, aud every
year grows paler aud badder from her
work. Most Of them are working 20
maintain somebody who Is near and
dear TO them, but their wages are
rarely raised, for they are women.
] can almost weep for some know.
They keep their sorrows 20 themselves
and ''let concealment like a worm In
the bud feed on their damask cheeks.
An, woman how great is thy peril
how hard is thy lott Not long ago
received a fearful, pihiul letter from
over the border II was from wife
and mother who was an exile from her
state and country, and had not heard
from her parents in three long years,
nor did they know where she was.
She did not dare TO let them know,
for fear a letter might betray her
and the sleuth-hounds would get
on the track of her husband for the
reward that was offered, and 80 she
ventured 10 write 10 me and 10 in
close a letter 20 her father, which I
must address in my own handwriting
and mail from Cartersyille. 81 saw
you once, " she wrote, ''when was a
happy child and you took tea at my
fathers house, and / know that can
trust you. 1 have kept my secret from
them as long as can bear aud It
seems TO me that / will die If do not
hear from them, for they love me, and
my heart is almost breaking" They
are happier now-the child and the
parents-forth they communicate through
me.
/ know Of other cases where the wife
has followed her unfortunate husband
into voluntary exile and left behind
her all her kindred and the endearing
scenes of her childhood. Who knows
the silent grief of woman-of wives
and mothers-wives whose husbands
have broken their marriage VOWS and
gone to the bad; mothers whose sons
are afnr of in prison for some crime,
or at home a drunkard. Oh, the pity
of it, the pity Of It'll Is there no way
to reform this world and make it bet
ter? If l was a young woman and
longed for a mate-a young man, some
ideal of my thoughts and dreams, one
who would love me and cherish me
and protect me all my life-I would
hesitate and ponder long before took
the leap. A misft, n mistake is misery.
Matrimony is environed with perils,
even when the husband and wife are
mated as we'll as married, for the chill
dren may bring grief and sorrow. st.
Paul enumerated and boosted of his
] trials and tribulations, but he was an
old bachelor and knew nothing of the
perils of woman.
But thisi is the dark side-the shadow
and / only ruminate over it now and
then when some pitiful case is recorded
/ III Iuo udIly pdpeiS' IueIo Is brighter
side, a sunshine that eliminates and
warns the heart, for marriage is the
natural state of man and woman, and
there is nothing more beautiful upon
earth than the marriage altar, where
the bride is good and pure and the
groom is manly, devoted and honora-
BILE. Love is the best thing upon this
sin-cursed earth. In fact, it is the
only thing worth living for. The love
of wife and husband, parents and
children. heard an aged mother say
the other day that her son-her baby
boy, as she called him-was away out
west somewhere and she had not had
letter from him for three long years.
There were tears in her eyes and some
came into mine. Oh, you boys, young
men, mercantile travellers, don't forget
your mothers. Bill ARP, in Atlanta
Constitution.
The tiny but venerable and free re-
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