Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1904-03-19

becomes of your gallantry when we
abide by reason?'
"True enough; equality is denial OF
privilege"
Sand privilege is denial of equal
| ity? l don't like that at ALL" She
| turned a serious, suddenly Illuminated
| face upon him and spoke earnestly:
"Tt's my hobby, l should tell you, and
| I'm tired of that nonsense about won.
en- always sounding the personal note.
| 1t should be sounded as we would
sound it. And think we could bear
the loss Of privilege p
| He laughed and raised protesting
hand. "But we couldn't"
'No, you couldn't It's the ribbon OF
superiority in your buttonhole. l know
several women who manage to 1--we
! without men to open doors for them,
! and think could bear to let man
pass before me now and then or wear
his hat in an Office where I happened
to be, and could get my own ice at l.
dance, 1 think, possibly with even less
| Il
observed in the young men who have
done it for me. But you know you
would never let us do things for our
selves, no matter what legal equality
might be declared. even when we get
representation for our taxation. You
| will never be able to deny yourselves
giving us our 'privilegev l hate being
waited on! I'd rather do things for
+ myself"
She was so earnest in her satire, so
full of scorn and so serious in her mean
ing. and there was such a contrast be-
tween what she said and her person.
she looked so pre-eminently the pretty
marquise, the little exquisite, so essen
! tally to be waited on and helped, to
/ have cloaks thrown over the dampness
| for her to tread upon, to be run about
| for-he could see half dozen youths
rushing about for her ices, for her car
! rage, for her chaperon, for her wrap,
! at dances-that to save his life he
could not repress a chuckle. He man.
aged to make it inaudible. however,
and it was as we'll that he did.
81 understand your love of neWspa-
per work." she went. on less, vehement
", but not less earnestly. 81 have al
ways wanted to do it myself, wanted
| to immensely. I can't think of a more
! fascinating way of earning ones liv-
ing And / know l could do it. Why
don't you make the Herald daily"
To hear her speak of earning ones
| living was too much for him. She
gave the impression of riches, not
only by the fine texture and fashioning
Of her garments, but one felt that lux
uries had wrapped her from her birth.
He had not had much time to wonder
-; what she did i'll Plattville. 1t had oc-
Cured to him that it was a little odd
that she could plan to spend any extent
of time there, even if she had liked
Minnie Briscoe at school. He felt that
she must have been sheltered and pet
ted and waited on all her life. One,
could not help yearning to wait on her.
He answered inarticulately, "Oh,
! some day." in reply to her question and
then fell into outright laughter.
81 might have known you wouldn't
take me seriously" she said with no
indignation. only a sort of usefulness.
81 am we'll used to it. l think it is be-
cause l am not tall. People take big
girls with more gravity. Big people
are nearly always listened to-"
Listened tor he said. and felt that
! he must throw himself at her feet.
"You oughtn't to mind being Titania.
She was listened to- YOU
She sprang to her feet. and her eyes
flashed do you think personal COM
ment is ever in good taste?' she cried
fercely. and in his surprise he almost
fell off the bench. eff there is one
thing cannot bear. it is to be told that
am 'smallv l am not. Every one who
isn't glantess isn't small l detest
personalities. | am a great deal over
five feet. great deal more than that
p
"Please, please" he said, Il didn't
"Dont say you are sorry" she inter
rupted, and in spite of his contrition
he found her angry voice delicious, it
was still so sweet hot with indigna-
ton. but ringing. not harsh. Don't
say you didn't mean it, because, you
did! You can't unsay. it, you cannot
alter it. and this is the way l must re-
member you! Abr She drew in her
breath with a sharp sigh and. cover.
ing her face with her hands, sank back
upon the bench. 81 will not cry" she
said. not so firmly as she thought she
did
"My blessed child"' he cried in great
distress and perturbation. What have
I done? II
"Call me small all you like she
answered. II don't care. 1t isn't that.
You mustn't think me such an i'm
beetle" She dropped her hands from
her face and shook the tears from her
eyes with mournful little laugh. He
saw that her, fingers were. clinched
tightly and her lip trembled. Il will
not cry" she said again: sslyst
"Somebody ought to murder me. l