Daily Arizona silver belt., 1909-04-03
A WOMAN, HAPPY CRY

In these days we hear great deal concerning the lives cf bachelor girls in the arts, trades and profes- sions, especially of the stage.
 In the magazines we road glittering accounts of the careers that American girls are gaining through their intelli- gencc and talents. It sounds good, if women of the homo and kitchen are dissatisfied, and if they do not think.
 Harvey J. o'Higgins, writer ot excellent short stories, has just had pub lished brief piece of fiction entitled s.In the Matter of Art It is con vincing bit of proof of fact that is apparent to any thinking man or wo- man. The meaning of the story is that, to the good and normal woman there is just one great object that is worth while gaining: To love, be loved and have babies.
 Mir. O'Higgins, in his story, mas New York playwright unexpectedly meet, in an antique country farmhouse, an actress who had formerly been the playwright's protege, and had won the hearts of the playgoing public. She was at the height of success when, sud denly, she dropped out of sight. The playwright had given her up as lost when, touring through the country in an automobile, he had happened to meet her.
 She explained, while engaged in mak- ing ''foanny omslet,'' that she had married young newspaper reporter, salary S25 wock, and that the farm house was the home they had selected. Her husband conmuted to the city. Sba was hhssfully happy ard world never return to the stage
 The playwright abuses the woman for her choice, credits her with no common sense, says that the public was ready to lie down and roll at her feet, more money than she could use was coming her way, and finally in disgust bawls out, "Cook! Cook! There arc mil lions of women to ccok. You're an ac- tress."
 The woman sEiles at him. Finally she says:
 1T was tired of it. Tired of being monkey. I wanted 2 real life of my own-away from all you people that don't see anything except to initiate it, to write it, act it, play the monkey with it. And when I found that really could love Jack--that had enough Of the human being left in me !, for that--I saw my chance, while was still young, if I could only get away some where, with him, where all the rest of you couldn't come sround and remind me that was only mon key and spoil it all, and try to coax me back. That's why hid. want tc liye.'' she threw her arrs cit at tho golden sunny room. "Here. A real life With real man. And le happy And l am. Never--you Il never coax me back as long as can have lhis. Tn going tc have a real life, with real work, real love--and babies-real ba bies-bab,es of my own. She stopped tears in her eyes, her lips trembling
 or course, the playwright didn't un derstand. He charged that she was only acting. but she did not mind that slur. She hummed:
 "Now you're married, you must obey; You must be careful of all you say; You must be kind. you must be good And help your husband g2lit the wood. ''
 It is a story worth while. It isn't often that writers who specialize upon the "bachelor girl'' will give the reader a peep behind the tinsel at the human heart, and 1t isn't often that women with 'careers'' will admit that the real longing of their hearts is home husbar and children.
 This story will make women of the kitchen less dissatisfied with their lot if they will only ask themselves: Would exchange my baby for a | directoire stare gown vould trade