Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-12-14

against one another? They must dis appear, and they only burn our hearts. l Sometimes I put my arms around Ernestine and rest her old head against 1 me. She revoIts. People incline to doubt the superiority of person who will associate with them. But the closer our poverty rubs us the more Ernestine insists upon class differ-
 ences.
 1 There should be a colossal mother over her lap and give them the slip per. They pine for it. Am helping forward the general good, or am I only suffering natures punishment?
 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 her. self before him every day she makes him think of her. What chance has an exiled woman against the fearful odds of daily life? ss | 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 so cruel as a man? Hour
 after hour, day after day, year after l year, he presses the iron spike of si lence in.
 Coward to let me suffer such an guish! Y . |. r. Is it because kissed you? That was the highest act of my life! I groped
 down the black stairs of the Tuileries blinded by light. Why are the natural l things called wrong and the unnatural ones just?
 f Is it because I said I would come to l you some time? This is what I meant l 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-I never would
 seek you, though sometimes the horror
 of doing without you turns into re-
 proach What is he doing? He may , need me, and I am letting his life slip : away. Am cheating us both of what
 could have harmed no one?
 It is not that usage is broken off. | K punish you for coming!
 Fine, heroic days tell myself we are
 marching to meet each other. If the day has been particularly hard l say, s'.Perhaps have carried bis loud too, sAnd he marches lighter .s You have faults, no doubt, but the
 only one I could not pardon would be
 your saying 'T repentw
 The instinct to conceal defeat and pain is so strong in me that would have my heart cut out rather than own \, it. ached. Yet many women carry all
 before them by little judicious Whin-
 ing and rebellion.
 I never believe in your unfaith. If
 you brought wife and showed her to
 me I should be sorry for her and still not beIieveSin your unfaith. Louis, have been falling down dat l and crawling the ground. Now am l up again. 1t didn't hurt. 1t is the old German fairy story.
 Every day gold must henspNp QltnQf
 straw. How big the pllequf straw ] looks every morning, and how little the handful of gold every night!
 This prairie in the Indiana territory l that dreaded as black gulf Is a
 grassy valley.
 l I love the garden and I love to hoe the Indian corn. It springs so clean
 from the sod and is a miracle of | growth. After the stalks are around 5almN knees they are soon around my .Esshoulders. The broad leaves have q fragrance and the silk is sweet as vio- I lets.
 We wash our clothes in the river. 1 Women who hoe corn, dig in a garden and wash clothes earn the wholesome
 bread of life.
 l Today Paul brought the first blue bells of spring and put then1in water
 for me. They were buds, and when ] they b1oomed out he said, "God has
 blessed these flowers"
 We have to nurse the sick. The
 goodness Of these pioneer women is
 unfailing. It is. like the great and : Hkind friendship of the De Chaumonts. x They help me take care of Cousin + Philippe. - l Paul meditated today: ''I don't want
 to hurt the Fathers feelings. don't
 want to say he was greedy and made 1 better place for himself in heaven
 than he made for us down here. Is ittnicer just because he is there?' 1 His prayer: God bless my. father I and mother and Ernestine. God Keep
 my father and mother and Ernestine. 1 And keep my mother with me day and
 night, dressed and undressed! God
 keep together all that love each other. r | When he is man am going to tell
 him, and say: ''But have built my ] house, not wrecked 1t. have been
 yours, not love's.'' f He tells me such stories as this: 1 ssOnce upon time there was such a
 loving angel came down. And they
 ran string through his stomach and
 hung him on the wall. He never whined a bit"
 The people in this country, which is
 called free, are nearly all bound. Those
 who lack money as we do, cannot go
 where they please or i've as they would live. Is that freedom? On cool autumn night, when the l fire crackIes, the ten children of the ' settlement, fighting or agreeing, come running from their houses like hens.