The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1914-07-22

often to respond to this toast, / do
not know 1t is possible that among
all the members of the American
Medical Editors association l am be-
Elfeyed To be the only man impervtous
to the wiles of woman.
1t seemed necessary TO have some
Eone unrastrained by conscience VINO
could eulogize the ladies without
backing over the precipice to
terrible hereafter. l was informed
that many of the ladies would be &C
!companied by their husbands. and
anything said to make them feel bet
ter would be appreciated 1t IS
work of kindness of heart to raise
some women in the estimation Of their
husbands.
Tradition says there was a scarcity
| of solid element at the time woman
was created. At the be~innins OF time,
ETwashtri, the Vulcan of the Hindu
mythology, created the world, but
when he wished to create woman
he found that he had employed all his
materials in the creation of man. He,
therefore, took the roIndness OF the
moon, the undulations Of the serpent.
the entwining of climbing plants. the
trembling of the grass, the slender
ness of the rose vine, and the velvet
of the pansy, the ightness OF the
thistledown. and the glance of the
fawn, the gaiety of the suns rays
and the tears of the mist, the incon-
stancy of the wind and the timidity of
the hare, the vanity of the peacock.
the modesty of the wren, the softness
of the down on the throat OF a swaI-
low, the hardness of the diamond, the
sweetness of honey and the bitterness
of gall, the innocence of the lamb and
the cruelty of the tiger, the warmth of
fire, the chill of snow, the chatter OF
the jay and the cooling Of the turtle
dove He united all these and formed
a woman. Then. he sent her to
where Adam, the first man. lay sleep
ing And as the woman bent over the
form of the man there burst upon the
silent night a heavenly melody. Her
fragrant breath on Adams cheek was
sweeter than ever swooned In the rose
garden of Cashmere; there was a
touch upon his forehead softer than
the white doves fiuttering bosom.
He was awakened by voice in his
lonesome ear CRYING. Get up, Adam.
it is time to start the fire" And he
got up, and he has been doing things
she wanted him to do ever since.
Eight days later the man came to
Twashtri and said, my lord, the crea-
ture you sent to me poisons my ex-
istence. She cnatters without rest.
she takes all my time and is aIways
complaining"
Twashtri received the woman again
But eight days later the man came to
the god and said, MY lord, my life is
very solitary since returned this
creature. / remember how she dane
ed before me amid the sensuous per-
fume of dew bespangled flowers
still feel the mesmeric touch of her
hands and the wild thrill OF heart
pulsing against heart as ws "tangoed'
together. ! recall how we sat in the
mellow moonlight by the rivers bank
and walked In the forest aisles by day,
how she murmured sweet nothings to
me in a voice low and sweet as the
thrush's song, and l cannot give her
up, my lord"
And Twashtrf returned the woman
to him. Three days only passed and
TwashtrI saw Adam coming again
My lord said he. Il do not under
stand exactly how. but I am sure the
woman causes me more annoyance
than pleasure. beg of you TO relieve
me of her" But Twashtri cried, go
your way and do your best" And the
man cried, L cannot live with her."
Neither can you live without her