The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1910-05-19
WOMAN's WORLD.
A Morning Thought.

~ N1GIHinS 1uCuSEl'
What if some morning wheI. tn. stars were
paling
And the dawn whitened, and the east was
Gear. ,
Strange peae" ara rest fell on me from the
presence
OF a benightc3 sa!:it standing near:
And | should tell him, as he stood beside
This is our Earth-most friendly Earth and
Daily its sea and shore through sun and
Faithful If Turns. robed in it's azure air:
There is blest living here, Loving and serv-
ing
And quest of truth and serene friendships
But stay not, Spirit! Earth has one de-
His name is Death; fee, lest he find thee
here!
And what if then, while the still morning
frightened
And freshened in the elm the summers
breath,
Should ,gravely smile on me the gentle an
And take my haad and says, "My name is
Death Edward Rowland Sill.
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The Great Blue Hall.
Discourage. with all the wisdom of
which we are capable, the mating of
the unfit: encourage far, far more than
we do now encourage, the mating of the
fit So will we bring aid to the anxious
millions of the future-to the children
of the vast. blue hall in Maeterlinck's
BLUE Bird the unborn children. They
wait in the unearthly light, the unborn
children. each attending his summons,
each with some symbol of what he is to
do or to become in that life toward
which he is voyaging. Time opens the
door. "You-and you-and ,y9u!m -
my fathers birthday gift--the disease
l am to carry with me always! But
when he sees the grandchildren shall
give him wait wait, Father Time,
until 1 find the jug marked Old Bour-
bOn!'-"I can't come any quicker, Sir
I'm lame. Mother worked overtime
ten hours and half, and nine looms to
mind And out they troop, the con-
demned.
Verify, womanhood is not without
bemish; nor is manhood. Imperfect,
frail. and furnished, are they both. But
as surely as l sit here in this sunny
window. writing these words, woman
has on her side the future. She is will
ing to rest her case with the unborn,
in the vast. blue hall, undulating with
light, sapphire as the sea or as the Ma
donna's robe Il was weak, my children
weak and ignorant. l was stupid
mother. l did not know, just how to go
about things-it was all so new. But
was l not right to make the fight! 1t
was for the right kind of a home for
yOu-and that you should have strong
bodies and clear eyes and right spirit.
0 my daughters, was L not right to de-
velop myself, to make them give me
education. to make them give ne nDerty
I my | had
trained them? How could l even find
that ! had them until tried? Where
could I try but in the place OF trial
Where could L get my training but Ill
the arena OF life? There is none other
provided. Yea, L have fought with
beasts at Ephesus I fought that you
might be fair and chaste and strong and
free and wise. and / conquered!-O my
sons! it was for you, too, that l fought.
They say that in the long, long past, l
brought you in my arms, sacrlhce TO
Moloch; that upon the Ganges L gave
die. l know not; my life has been very
long; l have done wild things. But oh,
q million times more often have L been
the sacrifice! l have been the scapegoat
of the world. But when L fought at
last. it was for you, too, that l fought:
| fought that you might be fair and
chaste and strong and free and wise,
and | conquered For l would be the
mother. not of death but of life; not of
slaves. but of heroes"
Will she not have recognition IN the
vast. blue halls? Yea, verify, she will!
And not she alone, the mother-the vital
point of this matter, the central figure
among women, the one almost solely I'M
portant to nature, however it may be
with the end whom nature ServeS-but
those others will be welcomed, the wOm-
en- who have never married, who have
only helped other peoples children, who
have only served. They, too, reproduce
in their own way, but their children are
ideas-brain children. Brain children are
of great consequence in the future, but
they do not fill the human arms Thus
it is the unmarried women are good SOL
diers in the woman's war. They are
Stanch legionarieS; they make a strong
colorguard. But the bearer of the col
ors is natures masterpiece, and the
colors are-one says they are one thing,
and one says they are another. 70 this
man the banner seems bloOd-red, to an
other it is a washed-out white, third
sees mere flag of reVvit fourth, some
what wiser, the eagles of human prog
ress. One cries, IAN uprising of the
Helots!" Another smiles, "Psha! A
sleazy piece of cambria! Vague feminist
ic discomfort A spirit, in act to cross
from a higher sphere, might pause to
mark the approaching army; might say,
L see the ensign - anu IL is DdDe
in arms"
There will be defeats and victories.
The defeats lie nearer to us; beyond
them is the zone of victory. Even to-
day in the fight for the unborn babe,
the allied forces are large. Men are
fighting, boldly and well. Women are
fighting; more and more and yet more
of women. But their arms are anti
quated. If they had even an old
smooth-bore musket or a Revolutionary
flint lock! but they haven't any weapon
weapon. They have a thing called sin
direct influence" the indirection of which
is extreme, indeed. 1t has been claimed
that they are furnished with an ancient
arquebuse called virtual representation
Virtual representation? There is no such
thing in the field of law, nor, | should
imagine, in any other field. The cleo
tor is directly represented by the man
he sends to the Legislature. An army
corps virtually represented on the
battlefield sounds somehow like some
thing out of "Alice in Wonderland"
The arm the women want is the stand
the ballot.-Mary Johnston in Atlantic
Monthly.
Women Buy Historic Home.
The house in which Stonewall Jack
son died has been acquired by the
Daughters of the Confederacy. They
also take with the house four acres of
land. The price paid was $1,000. Stone
wall Jackson expired IN a little house
twelve miles southwest of Fredericks
burg and ten miles southeast of bloody
Spottsylvania court house and near a lit
tie station OH the Richmond, Fredericks-