Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1902-12-18

nv father come back, broken, helpless.
And Paul and i, who are young. must take
scare of him where he viii be least hum
bled.
was over-pampered in Monte-Louis
and Paris. I like easy living, carriages,
long-tailed gowns. jewels. trained SER
wants, music, and spectacles on the stage;
a park and wide lands all my own; seclu-
sion from people who do not interest me;
idleness in enjoyment.
/ am the devil OF vanity. Annabel has
not half the points 1 have. When the
men are around cher laugh to think
/ shall be fine and firm as a statue when
she is a mass of wrinkles and wisp Of
fuzz. When she is mass OF wrinkle and
a wfsp of fuZz she viii be ripper and ten
derer inside. But will the men see thatg
No. They viii be OF after a fresher An
Mabel So much for men. On the other
hand, had but few months of luxury,
and may count on the hardness that
comes of endurance; for 1 was an exile
from childhood. There is strength in do
ing the right thing. II there were no God,
If Christ had never died on the cross. /
should have to do the right thing because
it is right.
Why should we lay up grievances
against one another? They must disap-
pear, and they only. burn our hearts.
Sometimes I put my arms around En-
nestine. and rest her. old head against me.
She revolts. People incline to doubt the
superiority of a person who will associate
with them But the closer our poverty
rubs US the more Ernestine insists upon
class differences.
There should be a colossal mother going
about the world to turn men over her
lap and give them the slipper. They pine
for it.
Am 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 exiled woman against the
fearful odds of daily life?
Yet sometimes think can wait a, thou
sand years In sun and snow. in wind and
dust, a woman waits. II she stretched
her hand and said Come" who could
despise her so much as she would despise
herself?
What is so cruel as a man? Hour after
hour day after day. year after year, he
presses the iron spike Of silence in.
Coward Ito let me suffer such anguish!
Is it because kissed you? That was
the. highest act of my life! I CROPPED down
the black stairs OF the Tuileries blinded
by light. Why are the natural things call
ed wrong, and the unnatural ones just?
Is it because 1 said I would come TO
you sometime2 This is what I meant:
that it should give me no jealous pang to
think of another woman's head on your
breast; that there is a wedlock which
appearances cannot touch.
No, never WOULD never. would seek
you; though some times the horror Of do
ing without you turns into reproach.
What is he doing? He may need me--and
1 am letting his life slip away. Am I
cheating us both of what could have
harmed no one?
It is not that usage is broken OF.
Yet If you were to come, would punish
you for coming!
Fine heroic days tell myself we are
marching to meet each other. II the day
has been particularly hard. I say, Per
haps / have carried his load too, and he
marches lighter
You have faults, no doubt. but the only
one I could not pardon would be your say
ing. 81 repent.
The instinct to conceal defeat and pain
is so strong in me that I would have my
heart cut out rather than own it ached-
Yet many women carry all before them
by little judicious whining and rebellion.
1 never believe in your unfaith. If you