The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1904-11-26

Madame de Saussure-Women have
been given a few faults by thought
full providence in order that they might
compete with men.
George Sand-The love of a bad wo-
man kills others; the love of good
woman kills herself.
George Eliot-In a woman's face we
love we can see all sorts of answers to
our own yearnings.
Madame Dunoyer-How better the
world would be if women would only
choose men who love them instead of
preferring men whom they love!
Dubay-The more idle a woman's
hand. the more occupied her heart.
Karr-If men knew all that women
think they would be 20 times more
Alexis-Neither walls nor goods nor
anything is more difficult to be guard
ed than woman.
Lingree- Modesty in a woman is a
virtue most deserving since we do all
we can to cure her of it.
Mezeray-Men always say more evil
of a woman than there really is; and
there is always more than is known. :
T. Bernardo give you nothing and
to make you expect everything; to
dawdle on the threshold of love while
the doors are cIosed-this is all the SCI
ence of coQuette.
Do you know the Turgenef woman?
You should not deny yourself their ac-
Quaintance for it is most agreeable,
even when they are most disagreeable.
How did a Mere Man ever come to
know so much of womankind, one asks
oneself over and over as one reads his
novels. One can understand how man
might know men and a woman women
but as matter of fact women writer's
plotting feminine character. Turgenef
especially shines among modern novel,
lists painter of the portraits, spirit
ual and mental of womaAkind. Here are
three of his women, characters in
Fathers and Sons and e$lch a master
piece of character portrayal.
The first is the P1ipcess R.
Her husband was a wellbred but rath-
er stupid man and they had no chill
dren The princess went suddenly on
long journeys, returned suddenly TO
Russia and acted strangely In every
thing. She was called coQuettish and
tickle; she eagerly gave herself up to
all the pleasures of society, danced un-
til she tainted from exhaustion, jeSted
and laughed with the young People
whom she received before dinner IN the
dusk of her salon, and passed nights
praying and weeping, without being
able to take an instant of rest. She
often remained until morning in her
room. wringing her hands with ang-
uish, kneeling, bent pale and cold over
the leaves of a psalter. Day came, ana
she transformed herself again into an
elegant woman, made calls, Iaugneo,
talked and threw herself into the way
of everything that could bring her the
least distraction She was admirably
made; her hair of the color OF gold ana
as heavy as gold, fell in thick tresse5
below her knees; yet she was not clteo
as a beauty; her eyes were the only
good things in her face. Perhaps that
is saying too much, for these eyes were
rather small and gray; but their lively
and intense look, careless to auoaclty'
matioal as charming. Something extra
ordinary was reflected there even when
the most empty words came from her
mouth.
paul Petrovitch met her at ball,
danced with her, during Wh1ch she
did not make a single sensible remark
and fell passionately in love with her'
time as always he reached his objects
enough but the ease of this
conquest did not chill him. He at
tached himself, on the contrary more
and more to this woman, who, even
when she wholly gave herself up, al
ways seemed to have in her heart
mysterious fibre that one valnly
sought to understand. What did she
You would have said that she was
under the rule of some supernatural
powers that played with her at their
caprices, her little mind not being
a Die TO Struggle dSdlISI SuCH dONCA-
saries Her whole life presented
succession of inexplicable actions;
when she loved her love had a strange
reflection of sadness; she no longer
laughed or tested with him whom she
had just chosen; she looked at him
and listened to him with a sort of
Sometimes, and al
ways unexpectedly, this establishment
became a mute terror, and her face
would take a sad and wild expression;
she would shut herself in her bedroom
and her maids, putting their ears to
the door, would hear her sob heavily.
More than once in returning home
after having had a tender interview
with her Paul Petrovitch felt in the
depth of his heart the bitter feeling
that is given by a definite check.
One day he gave her a ring contain
ing stone engraved with a sphynx.