El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1913-01-08
The Diary Of A Bachelor
He Goes South and Gets a Letter
From n Bachelor Woman Who
Works For n Living.

TOVEMBER 2s-Here we are.
M Richards. Manette and I. COM
- fortably located in a hotel in
Tampa, Fla, and here we viii remain
until my little girl gets some color back
in her cheeks.
We are here on the order of the
greatest autocrat in the world, the
doctor. I dared to suggest that the
child would do better among the IA
miliar surroundings at home and with
one glance he reduced me to submits
You may be an authority on the
market, Max" ne said, but you don't
know anything about the nervous sys-
tenn of child. You viii do just as I
say
We packed up that night and left
the next day, and 1 must admit for
this autocratic specialist that he was
right The child grew interested N
her surroundings the moment the train
pulled out. and before the first days
journey was over she was showing an
animation she had not displayed since
the day she was stolen away.
We have a suite of 10 rooms. which
includes private dining room, and
when the child is taken down for her
walks and rides and drives, she rides
in a private elevator. l do not want
than L can help, though a certain
amount of unpleasant publicity seems
to be the price man pays for his
wealth.
a Girl Friend.
She has made a friend Of a little
girl her own age, who is living on the
floor below. Alice Martin, by name,
and I have fallen into the habit of
sending Richards to Mrs. Martin with
the request that her child accompany
US on all our little outings.
November 80 have a great deal of
idle time on my hands, which must be
my excuse, Diary, for writing to one
of the women who asked to be my
wife. She signed her letter, you will
recall, Tired Teacher"
Il want" she wrote in that first let
ter, ito be safe in harbOr.
am tired Of my independence
All I ask is a home for life; a shelter,
a little harbOr of my own"
It seemed to me that for woman
Of education and refinement to ask no
more of life that a home for life
was pitifuL Had she been old and
writer Of this letter was too young to
feel that way / wrote and told her so.
Here is her reply;
What do YOU know about it2 Did
it ever occur to you that you spend
more in one day than I can earn in
month"; Have you ever thought when
taking your luxuries as matter Of
course that every luxury I enjoy must
be paid for BY iessening the sum I am
trying to lay aside for my old age?
That in my youth 1 must suffer de-
malls Of all that youth demands in
order that / may have a roof and
crust of bread when am old
since I was old enough to earn my
living 1 have never spent a dollar
fOOlishly that I have not had IS worth
OF punishment and by 'tool1Shly 1
mean on an occasional matinee. an in
nocent little outing or q pretty gar
ment I could have done without
She Wants Home
This represents my sOcalled indie
pendence' of which the suffragists
boast; I live in a little room in a
boarding house. have no husband
ter of whom I must ask, May 10
Happy me- I have only myself to
consider L 90. without any one to
say a word Of farewell; I return, and
an empty room greets me! am not
oh, that suffragist seventh heaven,-a
kitchen slave,
Il should be happy. shouldn't I,
when L eat my intOlerable meal at a
pie 1 most despise, that I have no
dishes to wash when the meal is
ended? But I am mott
Il should be eXultant when drawing
my monthly salary that I am not beg
ging a husband for a dollar, but, I'M
grateful me- 1 cannot say that feel
any thrills Of bliss when signing for
my pay check
7 should give thanks. should I not.
when I see other women with babies
arms around their necks, and little
cheeks pressed againt their own. that
! haven't baby to slave for.
I should plunge into Greek roots
and dry history with a feeling of SUI
periOrity that / am not delVing into a
cook book, but. alas. the feeling of
superiority is not therei
7 want a home and its burdens and
responsibilities I want a husband
and childreni I want to be what the
Lord intended me to be-a woman