Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1903-07-29

your lost Fair Play!"
Then Justice looked so angry that I
auailed.
'That saying is false" she cried, in
her most terrible voice. Love is I'M
fair; War is unjust: to both my daugh-
ter is unknown. When was War equit-
able or Love impartial?"
Just then we passed most imposing
clubhouse.
Here" cried l. here, Justice, lie.
your searchings end. This is The Ce-
|lestial'-the great new club for ladies'!
Here, where The gentle sympathies of
women congregate-herew we shall find
Fair Play!"
At that thought Justice would have
g fit.
"Women!" she sputtered. "let them
not be named in the same breath as
Fair Play! Woman, the mistress OF
Finesse. the nursemaid of Deceit, the
very cradle of Cunning! Woman! who
is never at home when I call!
Here she became violent. One does
not arrest Justice. so l fed. went
home to think it over quietly.
'Are women uniust?' / asked my
self. as I switched on the searchlight
inside my own heart. Then l started,
for there. safe in my heart, but fast
asleep, lay the truant, the missing Fair
Play. While I gaZed at her. loving her
presence, and yet, l confess, little
afraid of all it might cost me, she
stirred, woke up. and raised her clear
eyes to mine.
Il dreamt 1 heard Justice calling"
said she.
Possibly answered. But stay
while
Then play fair" returned she. Don't
say possibly when you know for a
fact that Justice was calling in the
streets. That was feminine and art
full
"Oh, Fair Play!" I cried, tell me
your very self is it true that we women
do not love you?"
NO" she answered. you do love me
that is in others; and every woman
that ever was born plays fair with one
other heart, tho never with her own.
But you use me as a last resource. not
as a habit. and you think me little
dull and distinctly unremunerative!"
but it is men who are deceivers
ever" I said desperately. "tho 1t is, I
fear, true that Justice never thought OF
seeking you in the heart of woman.
How could she?" asked Fair Play.
Women are so partial, such bundles of
prejudice: they are tortuous In their
complexity, and all-the very best of
them-have Tact
Us that an offense against Fair
pIay?'' asked indi3nantly
Every soul that manages another
exercises some degree of hypocrisy, I'm
afraid" said the daughter Of Justice,
sadly.
But IL do love you, Fair Play!"
Eyes, you 90, as I said before-in
others; and especially in me. But you
women have genius for plotting and
contriving and are dangerously at home
on the back stairs
We'll. well,' said. plaintively, cat
least you were found safe in my
heart"
yes. but was fast asleep" she re-
minded me, "and whose fault was that?
n woman's heart. like her mind, Is too
often badly ventilated, and Fair Play
gets drowsy where spiteful gossip pet
ty feeling and. willful misrepresenta-
ton faint the air. Women are the
witches and the wheedlers Of the world
yes and the flatterers. oh, how man
kind loves them for that! But Flattery
is never Fair Play"
'Not ven when lavished on men?"
asked. rs it not fair to give people
their deserts?"
THAT is bubble" she said, sadly;
you don't even play fair with me, you
see! 1t is unfair to yourselves to fiat
ter and what is unfair TO ones self is
never Just to others"
I said nothing; felt distinct desire
for Fair Play to go to sleep again.
at is the men who are to blame"
said at last. They teach us to go
crooked. they love our wiles; they
bribe lis and lead us on to cajole and
impose and
ITO prove man wrong does not prove
woman right" interrupted Fair Play, !
.sand you have your price, or you could
II is recorded that the gods are just, |
but nothing is said about goddesses."
really had nothing to say; it is i'm
possible to find arguments against Fair |
Play.
Then Justice arrived.
Fair Play in a woman's hearth" cries
she: then I'll be bound she was fast
asleep"
"Why are you both so hard on wom-
en?" said l. after all, Justice is-like
Mother Earth. the Moon, Fate, For
tune and many other important people |
"a female, and so, presume, is her
There was no reply. and so (between