Albuquerque daily citizen. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1895-1903, 1902-05-31

MdCIdne, lney IOOk a lOng cnance
with the discriminating public. which
in a great part of it's make up is de-
cent, and which considers the above
house reputable. 1t may be a money
maker. nut it will react like a sensa-
tional newspaper story. The paper
might sell for the time being, but in
the future, when people began to think.
there'd be little doing. This girl who
"hates vIriue." and loves to say rotten
and unquotable things, seems to have
written her s~o-called philosophy TO get
an outlet for base passions, which
some people might imagine, but which
no woman would say. she is inter
esting," She is pulling" is she a
genius" as she insane?"-these are
some of the headlines about the girl
whose life benes her talk. and whose
book is on the market to make you
gasp.
Here is a select line or two:
often | walk out TO a place on the
flat valley below the town, to fiirt with
Death. There is within me a latent
spirit of coquetry, it appears.
Down on the fat there is a certain
deep, dark hole. with several feet of
water at the bottom.
SO l1tIt SOllelIDlCS Ill TIE carly
evening. and kneel on the edge of it
and lean over the dark pit. with my
hand ~grasping q wooden stake that is
driven into the ground near by. And |
drop little stones down and hear them
splash hcllowly, and it sounds a long
way off.
There is something wonderfully
soothing, wonderfully comforting to
my %unrestful. aching wooden heart in
the dark mystery of this fascinating
hole. Here is the end for me, if | want
there is the ceasing, when want it.
And | lean over and smile quietly.
mo flowers | say softly to myself,
mo weeping idiots, no senseless fun
eral, no oily undertaker's fussing over
my woman's body, no useless Christian
prayers. Nothing but this deep, dark,
restful grave = =
There are several things in the
world for which |, OF womankind and
10 years. have conceived a'forcible re-
pugnance-or, rather, the feeling was
born In me; | did not have to con-
ceive it.
''Often my mind chants a fervent lit
any of it's own that runs somewhat like
this:
From women and men who dis.
DGHSe QUITS VI IluSh HUH ilttit NY .
with long curls; from the kind of peo-
pie who call a woman's figure her
'shape'-kind devil, deliver me.
From all sweet girls; from gentle
men, from feminine men-kind devil,
deliver ne.
From lisle-thread stockings; from
round. tight garters; from brilliant
brass belts-kind devil. denver me-.
From insipid sweet wine; from
men who wear ~mustaches; from the
sort Of people that call legs limbs
from b~edraggled white petticoats-kind
devil, deliver me.
Kind devil, if you are not to fetch
me happiness, then slip off from your
great steel key-ring a bright little key
to the door of the glittering, cleaning
bad things, and give it to me, and show
me the way, and wish me joy.
Il would like to live about seven
years of ju%dicious badness, and then
death, il you will. Nineteen years of
damnable nothingness, seven years of
judicious badness-and then death. A
noble ambition, But might it not be
worse? If not that, then nineteen
years of damnable nothingness, and
then death. No; when the lead is in
the sky that does not appeal to me.
MY NtlSdlllt lullu lie " Nv
years of judicious badness"
And later Mary declares her love.
She says:
Periodically | fan completely, mad
ly in love with the Devil. He is so fas-
cinating, so strong-so strong, exactly
the sort of a man whom my wooden
heart awaits. | would like to throw
myself at his head. | would make him
a dear little wife. He would 10y me,
he would love me. | would be in rapt-
ures. And | would love him, oh, mad
ly, madiy!
What would you have me do, little
MacLane?' the Devil would say.
81 would have you conquer me,
crush me. know me-. | would answer.
What shall | say to your the Devil
would ask.
"'Say to me, 81 love you, | love you,
l love you" in strong. steel. fascinat-
ing voice. Say it to me often, always
"a million times
What would you have me do, little
MacLane?' he would say again.
Il would answer: Hurt me, burn me,
consume me with hot love, shake me
violently, embrace me hard, hard in
your strong, steel arms; kiss me with
wonderful, burning kisses-press your
AlpS W Hllht Win pooSiOhf ohN 'NN
sou and mine would meet them in an
anguish of joy for met"
"a live in a house with people who af-
feet me mostly through their tooth
brushes-and those | should like,
above all things, to gather up and pitch
out of the bathroom window-and oh,
damn them, damn them!
you who read this. can you under
stand the depth of bitterness n ha-
tired that is contained in this for me?
Perhaps you can a little, If you are a
woman and have felt yourself alone.
when ! look at the six tooth brushes
a fierce, lurid storm Of rage and pas
sion comes e me-. two heavy, lead
en- hands lay hold of my life and press.
press. press. They strike the sick,
sick, WEAKNESS to my inmost soul.
And now comes a note of warning
from the Inter-Mountain in Butte. II
swears that this Marie Bashkirtsefi
of the west will write another o hui
the advance sheets look suspiciously
a;I-. fIo ynpYting aditor They run.