The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1908-05-08

Its awfully Inconvenience" and she
forced a pair of slippers into a corner
of the trunk with a vicious little lunse;
Its perfectly lovely in story books and
in theory. and-and just at first. when
you hin it means u $50 fiat. and Il Sc
ries of rarebit suppers, and the ;tdmiia-
ton of INC multitude. and u chance To
come in when YOU please, and so out
when YOU like. and work when you feel
!nclincd-but it doesn't turn out that
way"
mo" agreed the Mere Man sympa-
thetically. sit usually turns out Il back
hall bedroom, With d gas stove and Il
broken wash pitcher and Il series of
25-cent table d'hOteS. and q cat and a
poll parrot. But you haven't some TO
that
And I'm not going to come to it,"
rejoined the Bachelor Girl vehementlN,
II know when I've got enough-even of
a latch key" and she held that small
article up by a red string and regarded
1t re~proachfully. "Of course" she add
ed. tucking the key back in her pocket
with a sigh, there is something awful
ly alluring about being a Bachelor
Girl"
There might be- agreed the Mere
Man. lighting a cigaret tentatively, II
there We're such Il thing
What do you mean, Mr.. Porter"
II mean," explained the Mere Man
calmly, "tl.at the modern Bachelor Girl
is just a beautiful bluff. She doesn't
exist-eNcept in magazines and the
imagination. She's as much of a myth
as Santa Claus and Cupid and the
boyle man. Nobody can be a bachelor"
he finished blowing a smoke ring de-
family. who starts out with the direct
intention of getting married.
"What??" The Bachelor Girl dropped
the fur hat she was stuffing with tissue
paper and sat up indignantly.
And" continued the Mere Man. quite
unrufled. whether a woman goes by
the domestic short cut or the round
about way, whether she comes out
openly in frills and Irritation. or lures
you on by u pretense of lifework and
independence. whether she goes u
band hunting in a drawing room or a
downtown office. or a studio. at pink
teas. or bohemian suppers. or during
same thing. No matter how high her
aim in life, 1t never scars beyond the
altar and the nursery; no matter what
sort OF wagon she bitches to her star,
II always turns out a baby carriage
DO you mean to say" demanded the
and a wave of a pink sash, that all
The unmarried women in the world to
day are just-left overs, who couldn't
get husbands and things?"
II mean to say" replied the Mere
Man firmly, that all the bachelor girls
~ S'eiiCA SOuiA6 Sp1ANS dsouiiiAhS d uC-
coming pose. or old maids making the
best of an unbecoming situation; and
that there's no wonlan living who
wouldn't exchange a typewriter for a
sewing machine, or an easel for a
cradle. or q desk for a cook stove, OF
an armfu] of diplomas for an armfuI
of babies. or a latchkey for a nice broad
pair of shoulders. if the right mar
offered them to her. If you don't be.
lieve me. take a lady college professor
and notice how soon she Will droK
Greek and Hebrew for baby talk the
minute she gets a chance; or q lady
doctor. and observe how willingly she
Will stop rolling pills for the pleasure
OF rolling a perambulatcr. A woman
has got to have something or some
body to coddle, and what che coddle,
is the greatest thing in ,he world tc
her, whether it's a mar or a baby 9,