Atlanta Georgian., 1913-10-09
WINIFRED BLACK
Writes on
What Is 1t the Cow
ards Fear?
By wINIFRED BLACK

O1A En- - throwing OF new
world, they say. I wonder
- who's on it? If you coul5
have the say, what would Won 10
about that world?
What would you keep off it-os
all the human qualities and all
the human failings and all tbs
human vices, which would Won
Danish from the new world-iF
you could?
1 believe I'd take cowardice. if
could only choose one.
Cowardice is at the bottom Of
so much that is wrong and foolish
and cruel, SO much that is terri
BILE in this world of ours. I'd shut
all the towards out of the New
Jupiter IL had my way.
It's the coward who commits
nearly all the murders. Hes
afraid someone will kill him, so
he shoots first. He saw the other
man put his hand toward his
pocket, so he grabbed his knife.
He had heard that the other
man was looking for him, so he
didn't wait for him to find him,
He's Too Cowardly.
He is too cowardly to ask a
man for a job and stick to it, 90
he kills somebody for money, or
he's too cowardly to deny him
self luxuries he can not earn, 80
he puts poison in the cup of his
! benefactor.
All the poor women who are
left to fight for a living for them
selves and their babies are left
SO by cowards-men who can not
| face the cold or who are afraid
of the sun or who fear to under
take any responsible work at all.
So they run away and let their
wives face the cold and the heat
and the worry alone. Poor cow
ards, wonder IL they can help
It, really2
| 1t is the cowardly girl who goes
wrong. She is afraid Of displeas-
ing someone If she doesn't do as
the rest" do. So she does as the
rest" do and ends as they do,
poor thing-some day-in the
/ h. hna
pital.
The young assistant who trun-
| dies the dead wagon to her room
to get her poor, worn-out body, is
he a coward too? If he's keeping
his place by sneaking tricks and
by sycophantic fiattery instead Of
by honest work he Is. He won't
keep 1t long. They never do, the
towards; their hands are too
weak and trembling to hold any
job for any length of time.
The Brave Who Win.
fear not. To me it is always
the brave who seem to win. The
red-headed boy who couldn't add
to save his life, and who never
had a square meal till he went out
and earned one, is the one who
made good" from my town. He
was always a fighter-not quar-
relsome or bullying. He'd do any
thing in reason for little boy
and all the girls used to beg him
to pull their sleds for them. But
one day somebody said something
about his mother and he whipped
three boys in succession, and
asked how many more wanted
taste of the same medicine.
No coward, that boy. And one
of the boys gave him a good, hard
beating, too, but he wouldn't give
up-hung on till the other boys
patience gave out and he won.
That's the way he did when ne
| went to town. He hung on. he
wouldn't give up, and so he won
He's head of big concern now
and the leading man in his city.
He won it by courage-nothlng
on earth but sheer, bulldog cour-
age. His cousin, from the same
town, was cleverer than me-
quicker, had more money, a bet
ter education, but he was cow
ard. He's a clerk working lot
| Redhead now and grumbling at
the long hours he has to keep.
A woman escaped from 'sani-
tarium" the other day. She was
sane and well but her reltaiVes
wanted her money, 80 they smut
her up, and when she brought sun
for false Imprisonment it turned
out that half the village Wnere
she lived knew that she was a
| good woman being crueAy
wronged. And not one OF thel"
would protest-why? CoWarus
every one of them-snaklns'
trembling cowards-afraid some
| body would be offended. One man
said his cousin was a doctor al
the sanitarium and, Of course
| he
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