The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-10-10
ARRIVING.
Chapter VlII-ContInued.


Why should we lay up grievances against
one another? They must disappear. and
they only burn our hearts.
Sometimes I put my arms around
Ernestine. and rest her old head against
me. She revolts. People incline to doubt
the superiority of a person who will asso-
ciate with them. But the closer our pow
erty rubs us the more Ernesttne insists
upon class differences.
There should be a colossal mother 60
ing about the world to turn men over her
lap and give them the slipper. They pine
for 1t. i've
Am I helping forward the general good,
or am I only suffering natures punish
ment?
A woman can fasten the bonds of habit
on man, giving him food from her
table hourly strengthening his care for
her. By merely putting herself before
him every day she makes him think of
her. What chance has an eHiled woman
against the fearful odds Of daily lite?
Yet sometimes I think I can wait a
thousand years. In sun and snow, In
wind and dust. woman waits If she
stretched her hand and said Come, who
could despise her so much as she would
despise herself?
What Is 50 cruel as a man? Hour after
hour day after day, year after year, he
presses the iron spike of silence in
Coward,-to let me suffer such anguish!
Is it because l kissed you? That was
the highest act of my life! | CROPPED down
the black stairs of the Tuileries blinded
by light. Why are the natural tnlnss
called wrong, and the unnatural ones just!
Is it because l said l would come &c
you sometimes? This is what l meant
that it should give me no jealous pane
to think Of another woman's mead on
your breast: that there Is a Wedlock whlct
appearances cannot touch.
No never would--I never would seek
Won: though sometimes the horror OF do
ing without you turns into reproach
What is he doing? He may need me-ano
J. am letting his life slip away. Am
cheating us both Of what could nave
harmed no one?
1t Is not that usage is broken or.
Yet if you were to come "ouiu puiiiei
you for coming.
Fine heroic days I tell myself we are
marching to meet each other. If the day
has been particularly hard, L say Fer
haps I have carried the load too, and ne
marches lighter
You have faults, no doubt, but the only
one could not pardon would be your sa!
ing. II repent
The instinct to conceal defeat ana pair
Is so strong in me that would nave my
heart cut out rather than own IT acheu
Yet many women carry all before them p1
a little judicious whining and rebelllon.
I never believe in your unfalth. II yol
brought a wife and showed her to me
should be sorry for her, and still not be
lieye in your unfaith.
Louis, l have been falling down fat ant
crawling the ground. Now l am VI
again. 1t didn't hurt.
1t is the old German fairy story. Every
dav gold must be spun out Of straw. How
big the pile of straw looks every morning
and how little the handful OF gold every
night! ,m..--......,
This prairie in the Indian Territory tina
dreaded as a black gulf, is a grassy val
ley.
I love the garden and love to hoe tn
/ Indian corn It springs so clean from tn
| sod, and Is a miracle of growth Afte
| the stalks are around my knees. they ar
soon around my shoulders. The broa'
leaves have q fragrance, and the SILK !
sweet as ViOetS.
We wash our clothes In the river
Women who hoe corn, dig In a garden
and wash clothes, earn the wholesom
bread Of life.
To-day Paul brought the first bluebell
Of spring, and put them in water Tor me
They were buds; and when they bloome
out he said, God has blessed these flow
ers"
We have to nurse the sick. The good
! ness Of these pioneer women Is unfailing
1t Is like the great and kind friendship o
the Du ChaumOntS. Iney nelp me ldf>
care of Cousin Philippe.
Paul meditated to-day, Il don't want t
hurt the Fathers feelings. 1 don't wan
to say He was greedy and made a bette
place for himself in heaven than he mad
for us down here. Is it nicer just be
cause he Is there?"
His prayer: God bless my father an
mother and Ernestine. God keep m
father and mother and Ernestine. An
keep my mother with me day and night
dressed and undressed! God keep to
gether all that love each other"
When he is a man I am going to te
him, and say: But have built m
house, not wrecked 1t. nave Deen yours
not loves
He tells me such stories this: "Onc
upon q time there was such a loving ange
came down. And they ran a strin
through his stomach and hung him on tn
wall. He never whined a Bit"
The people In this country, which
called free, are nearly all bound. Tho!
who lack money as we do cannot go whe
they please, or live as they would liv
Is that freedom?
On a cool autumn night, when the fl
crackles, the ten children Of the settl
r ment, fighting or agreeing, come runn1r
from their houses like hens. We sit on tt
floor in front of the hearth, and stuff
the often-repeated martyrdom Of the "Fi
Pig" This tale, invented once as fast
I could talk, have doomed to repeat un
I dread the shades Of evening.
The children bunch their heads togethe
their lips part, as soon as.l begin to sa
Do you see that glowing spot in t
IT, heart of the Goals? That Is the house
the Fire Pig. One day the Fire Pig foul
he had no corn, and he was very thungr
~ So he jumped Out Of his house and r;
down the road until he came to a farr
er's field.
Good morning, Mr.. Farmer said t
little pig, "Have you any corn for me
day."
"Why, who are you?" said the farm'
I'm a little Fire Pig
4 mo, haven't any corn for a Fire Pig