Atlanta Georgian., 1914-02-19

n TOV. 29.-I have the constant fear, |
M Diary. that my daily chronicles
L are so imbued with the spirit of
petticoat rule that you will get the no
tion in that parchment skull of yours
that have developed womanish traits.
and am learning how to knit and am
reading Emerson, and doing other
things which women seldom do till
they have become resigned TO age and
spinsterhood, and have ceased strug-
Cling.
But how can I write of business az
fairs when the years l spent in the
office have so sickened me l am glad
TO turn over everything to my assist
ants and never enter the office door
I am surrounded by women. and II
my confessions to you contain express
sions OF admiration and criticism of the
sex. am l TO blame?
No man knows what goes on around
his home till he is forced to spend MS
time there The man who Is GOWN
town from Monday morning until sat
urday night, and is compelled by SICK
ness TO spend a rare day at home, Is
both surprised and shocked by the air
of possession with which strange wom-
en- walk through his home until he
learns they are the washerwoman, the
sewing girl. or the cleaner, and that
thev have been coming there for years
/ have been staying at home 50 long
now that the grocer boy no longer re-
CARDS me as an interloper, and If the
milkman catches glimpse OF me II Is
with a nod of recognition. Ihe hrst
time he saw me he thought l was a
burglar
In short. | am becoming acquainted
with the mechanism OF my own hoine'
an acuuaintanceship never formed py
men in fifty years If they continue III
business downtown.
When | tire of my books in the IL
brarv. | follow Richards around to tax
about Manette, and have become so
snoiIed bv the air OF welcome which
sreets me all over the house (Ah, how
few men know what that meansD that
spend many hours in my housekeep-
er's little sitting room. and one day
u,ber what Manette calls "a big rail-
road magRot'' called to see me, he found
| me sitting on the kitchen table listening
| to the cooks story OF her lover back In
Ireland who fell into a well and was
drowned. and she never ceased mourn
| ing him, though she has been marrieo
i three times since.
| These folks who have been married as
often as three or four times always IN
terst me. / told the COOK l should reel
like a rented house IL | had had as
many as three wives; that l should fear
there was something the matter with
! tho plumbing or the drainage in my
heart II its tenants didn't stay longer
Than that. but she didn't agree with
me.
she SAYS that marrying is all that is
going on in most folks lives; and per-
haps she is right. l know there mas
| been little going on in mine
I But when I began, Dairy to explain
| why my stories to you are so fui OF
homely details. 1t was as prelude 10
! the description Of our Thanksgiving din
| ner. There were 80 at the table and
Manette. all in white, and happy and
CAV because she was to have the un-
usual privilege OF staying up to dance
sat at the end opposite me"
When we were all seated, there was a
nause. and then this most blessedest
child closed her eyes, bent her head
and said: Dear Jesus. this is just
little prayer by very little girl who
doesn't know much. and can't talk nice
words like big folks. But she wants TO
saw thank YOU and please bless Uncle
Max. Amen"
| saw Tompkins. who sat at her right.
brush away tear and when / caught
Richards, ewes they were not entirely
drv Those two good souls, who shared