The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1911-08-24

Sixth.-Woman was created subject to
Man, to obey in all things Whatsoever
Seventh.-It is of the Covenant that only
he who is Master can come unto His
Own. Am l to be Master in all things
Whatsoever?
Eighth.-If ready to accept the above in
every particular and without murmurlng,
signify so in writing.
My Ultimatum. Yours Truly
JOHN DUGGAN.
After long bordering and with but
faint glimmeringS of the sense of her
unusual communication, katy began
laboriously to compose her answer.
She found it hard At last in despair
she copied with painstaking exactitude
from the uldmatum:
To John Duggan:
l am ready TO accept in every particu-
lar and without mUrmurlng. Yours truly,
KATE DUGGAN.
That night John came home. After
supper he walked into the little sit
ting room, soft in the light Of the white
gIobed lamp, and again Toasted his
eyes on its honey coziness. He sat for
long time, fitting back i'll his chair,
his feet braced against the nickel foot
rod of the stove. Katy watched him
with heightened color. When at length
he threw himself on to the couch, his
dusty boots squarely upon it. she start
ed nervously in her chair. John look
ed at her inquiringly. She made a
pretense of reaching for a book from
the table and said nothing.
There was a long, contemplative 81
lence between the two. When at
length John spoke there was die
tatorial note in his voice, new to Katy.
There's just one article needful-I
think | mentioned it before-to the
completeness of the ROOM" he said,
sitting up and nodding emphatically.
what might il be:' Katy asked,
with lanGuid show of interest.
a monograph" John announced,
then waited an impressive moment.
NO home is complate without music,
an a photograph is as good as a brass
band in the house. It's livenin' an
cheerful loike.'
Every instinct of her quiet loving na-
ture revolted on the instant. and be-
fore she knew it Katy was out of
her chair and standing over the couch
threateningly.
a photograph" she cried. catching
her breath sobbingly. Il won't have
one of the grinding, shrieking things.
They drive me Wild
Duggan sat up, establishment writ
ten large on his broad features. At
the look on his face Katy felt all her
opposition fade into trembling rout.
'Sit down, woman" John command
ed, waving her authoritatively to her
chair. "A photograph l said. Did
you not understand rightly"
Katy stood rigid, taking her last
stand against the defeat she found
hard to meet
Johns eyes fixed in a disconcerting
stare upon her agitated face, and he
sat for a full moment staring at her
in silence. Then his hand began to
tumble in his coat pocket and he drew
forth a carefully folded sheet Of paper.
Did you sign that or did you not?"
he cried, waving it triumphantly be-
fore her face
1t was the sheet on which she had
signed away her independence. and
Katy's eyes fell before it, The color
receded slowly from her checks. and
she sank Imply into her chair
John continued waving the ultima
tum before her like a flag of victory.
THE screechin', grindin' things. in
dade. Well, l loike EN- An I'm
thinkin' a man can hev what he loikes
in his own house-when he's master"
he added. tapping the paper he held
significantly.
Katy said nothing. but sat duly
watching as Duggan carefully folded
the disciplinary document and again
slowed it in a convenient pocket.