The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-04-11

central figure In her story and one Of the
nurses In the deaconess's homo.
Tho shop girls and factory girls. Cant
something be done for themf tho
moment one leaves her place there are
twenty others struggling to got It. But
those that don't get places-what can be
done for themf'
'Oh' Sister Elizabeth stopped her work
and dropped into a chair by Mays side.
Nobody wants those girls-that 10 the
over1ow-in the shops and stores, but
there's one place In which they are wanted.
It's In homework, Mary. Think what q
demand there Is for them there
YES, but that's just where they won't
60. They'd rather starve.'
Maybe they would do 1t II the condi-
tions were changed. I'd make
homework a profession. the same as
nursing IS
Gould you.'
why not? There's nothing in house,
work that Is really degrading-nothing
moro mental and disagreeable than many
things In nursing. Why should cooking
potatoes be 30 much more detested than
cooking griel2 I'd start house,
keeping school for girls and give them a
thorough course Of preparation. That's
what makes the trained nurses. you know
the nurses training school. I'd give them
a two-years course. or three. or four. II
they needed 1t. I'd make them really
deserve their dfplomas--for I'd give them
diplomas, OF course. tied with blue ribbon
Just as II they we're college graduates. I'd
have all the best modern conveniences
h., hast FlFn
fessors-spell 1t with q capital p. too-and
I'd have the most impressive graduating
exercises. with the greatest man to deliver
the address that could be had for love or
money. And engraved invitations-and
I'd have the names Of all the graduates In
the papers. And I'd have the girls dress
in uniform-a pretty one, too-not only
while they're In school, but while they're
on duty afterward. And an authorized
scale Of wages. I'd organize them into a
society, with a constitution and rules and
meetings and badges and a society pin.
And I'd publish a special magazine for
them, and make them proud Of their pro-
fession. Only I'd have them do it all
themselves, or at least I'd make them
think they were doing 1t all
But what about the other girls-the ones
that are doing housework nowf Wouldn't
you be throwing them out?'
.Oh. no; I've thought OF that. They'd
feel the pressure, Of course, but 1t would
be good for them. They'd have to seek
better preparation, too
ooh. sister, sister," cried Mary. SITS
beautiful Why don't you do it''
Il could. Mary; I'm perfectly sure Of II.
I Just dream over it sometimes. and get so
wrought up that almost explode with my
longing
1t seems a pleasing prospect and it 10
gratifying to find that Mary, after many
sorrows, in the end finds happiness.
Drank to tho Gray and Loved the Blue.
In .The Southerner; a Story Of the Civil
War; by that admirable and never-failing
historian, Mr.. Cyrus Townsend Brady
Charles Scribner's Sons). it Is agreeably
and strongly set forth that Mary Amman.
the Mobile beauty. loved the South, but
that she also loved Boyd Peyton. the young
naval officer. who wore the Federal blue.
The feminine breast. as we have learned
from number OF novels cherished warmly
In memory, was much tom by a divided
allegiance Of this sort in those days. Il
give you the South, gentlemen!' said this
lovely girl. raising her glass OF champagne
midway between the snowy tablecloth,
with its burden Of fruits and flowers. and
the glittering crystal pendants OF the noble
chandelier. The reader may see her.
with curls and locket and nounces, just as
she looked when she said 1t. In a oolored
frontispiece-and much he will be pleased.
1t was a mere jealous notion OF peyton's
that she ever cared tenderly for Rob OAR
row. The story In its own thrilling way
makes clear the facts in the case. Save
the hagl' cried barrow as he fell in vain
charge UP Snodgrass Hill at Chickamauga.
There 10 q colored picture showing the fall
Of barrow. Said Gen. Carpenter. Federal,
to Mary AMMAN, at the close Of the war: Il
have something for you, ma'am.' He
produced a crumpled envelope with dark
brown stains spread over one corner OF
il where a round hole marked the passage
OF a bullet" Twas a letter from Mary
AMMAN to barrow. With his dying hand
Darrow had conflded IL TO the Federal.
We know that jealousy is not necessarily
stopped by the incident Of death. In the
words Of the story:
MARY AMMAN. said Peyton, sternly,
turning toward the girl where she. stood
with bowed head, the crushed letter between
her hands. tears streaming down her
cheeks. what was in that letter. He
could not keep from his voice the jealousy
in his heart. He did not doubt the girls
love. He could not. But what had she
written to this man who also loved her?
There was agony in the suspense. Boyd
said the girl you have no right to ques-
ton me in this way. You know that all
my heart is yours: that my love. my life.
is given to you; that am about to abandon
home; friends, country, everything. for
you. Yet I can deny you nothing. Here
in the letter Take 1t and read 1t for your
SELF
Peyton, with a nobility Of forbearance
which might have been expected. refused
TO read the letter. whereupon: May cried
she. then shall tell you Of IL. II was
the letter in which told him could not
marry him. and in which begged him to
release me. and l gave him the reason
Said the persistent Peyton: And the rea-
son was -" To which our heroine:
because I knew that l loved you. and
only you; that's ALL
It IL certain that Darrow was no more;
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