The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1910-03-25
A Message to George.

Tno W1Te ana CnlldIen Vi OeoiRe
Sayers Of Kansas City, Kas., are hun.
cry. George left one day two years
ago, "without any particular reason. "
He just told them to take good care
OF themselves and left, News Item
You are not giving the folks a
square deal, George. You are a
man, presumably big and strong
and the little woman who has strug-
gled desperately for the last two
years to keep the family together
isn't selling very many of the bask
cts she weaves from the willows she
gathers on the banks of the river.
Fifteen or sixteen years ago when
you married her you didn't tell her
she would have to bear the whole
burdea. You didn't mean that she
should-then. You may not have
had any great beautiful "dream"
but you did not intend that after
being your faithful helpmeet for
sixteen years and bearing SIX children
the mother of your offspring should
.iy{sv the whole terrible, crushingload
tRrust upon her frail shoulders.
You dida't tell her, when she stood
by your side and promised to "stand
by yeu" through life, in sickness
and in health, for better or for
worse, so long as you both should
live-you didn't tell her that sixteen
years later you would coolly bid her
and your children goodby, recon
mend that they "take good care of
themselves" and leave for no
particular reason" Now did your
Only coward acts like that,
George. Lots of towards get brave
again after they have reflected how
'despicable it is for big strong man
to impose on a woman, especially
when she is the mother of his child
dren. You have had two years to
reflect. These lines may never
reach your eye, but they are ga
message" sent out in "wirelsss"
appeal to your manhood to "brace
ap," be = man and come back to
the folks who are hungry at home
aad who need you. They have a
fi&htko you. You belong to them
and they belong to you. You
promised yourself and the little
woman that you would do your part,
the mans part, the bigger part, in
taking care of her and the children
who might come to bless your home.
1t is poor home now, George.
Poverty dwells there and bitter
emptiness; dead hopes and all the
heart. crushing disillusions OF
woman's withered faith people 1t.
That Is where you belong, George.
/ is where you promised to be. If
YOU we're there it wouldn't matter so
much if poverty was an abiding
guest, just so you did your
share. The little woman probably
never hoped to have the good,
beautiful things of life in the matter
of sumptuous apparel and we'll laden
tables. She just thought you and
she would walk quietly along LIES
k&mbler pathway, rearing your
children and hers in love and
tenderness, each doing the ordained
part in building and keeping
m Oldest little human home.
Then you failed. You threw the
burden to the ground with all the
heartless cruelty of a brutal man.
Like a vampire, you had taken all
the little woman had of strength
and ambition and hope and love,
and after she had toiled for half
generation doing her part you made
her do your part, too. Selling the
willow baskets her tired fingers
weave isn't very paying business,
George. You ought not to compel
her TO do it, and society ought not
to permit you to compel her to do it.
You told her and the children to
stake good care of themselves
That was your business, George,
They were your care, not their evn.