The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1915-04-03

Mollie, continuing the converse
tion over her suitors.
"He did not say anything con-
crete, but what he did say made
me feel that for some reason, in
which you are not concerned, he
did not think it was right for him
to tell you how much he cared
for you. l thought that possibly
he feels as though he should give
Pat chance and told him that
being too self-sacrificing was
quite as bad as being too selfish. {"
What did he say to that"
Jim Edie came up then and
we could not continue the CONVEX
| sation."
"Oh, l wish neither of them
would make love to me until We
get over this book-trust muddle.
Both Pat and Mr.. Hatton seem to
think that this question will make
or break the paper-and, Margie,
| don't want to see the paper go
to the wall. 1t stands for good
citizenship and honesty and JUS
tice-I want to see it prosper
more, think, than ! want either
of those men to love me-"
"Mollie, you are dangerous
| woman"
Mercy, Margie, that sounds
like a speech from a melodrama.
What Is the matter with me that
makes me dangerous"
We'll, in the first place, my
dear girl, you have what men are
pleased to call a mans brain,
which only means, my dear, that
you think for yourself and don't
let your men relatives and friends
do your thinking. In the second
place, you have found out, as do
all women who find they can help
do the work of the world, that
this observation-disclosures
an is not all there is in life. And
because you have found this cut
while you are young, you are
doubly dangerous to your own
| peace of mind and to the minds
of the men who are interested in
you"
"Margie, you have never said
such things as these to me be-
fore"
Because you have never been
frank with me before. Let me
be still franker, Mollie, my dear.
There never was a great thing
done in this world but there were
| two people in ia man and a
woman-never q man created
anything, from an engine to a
picture, a bridge to sonnet, that
the thought of some woman was
not behind 1t. But remember
this, my dear, it was got always
the same woman. In all poetry
there were only two men who
loved "once and forever one
| woman" and enc of these was
Dante Alighien and the other
Robert Browning. All the other
great poems were inspired by
SOME woman who was always
thought to be THE woman.
Count them up, Heine, the great
est lover of them all; Goethe who
perhaps came next: Byron,
Moore, Shelley, take any of them
that we have read about and you
will find the same story. A series
of loves, a series of women and
they are but men like the rest
of their sex. 1t is not the love
of one woman that men adore
but the emotional upheaval OF
many loves for many women"
"Then you think II / should
throw up my Job both Pat and
Mr.. Hatton would survive it,"
They would hardly miss you,
my dear, as long as this battle
with the trust was going on"
Eyes they would" asserted
Mollie. They would miss my
| work-my help in the fight they
are making"
"There, my dear, is just where
you are becoming q dangerous
woman. When a woman makes
a man miss her when she leaves
his side in the great battle of life,
liz he unconsciously perhaps
counts In her help instead Of a
drag she has become a greater
factor in his life than merely the
woman he loves In a sexual way"
What are you telling Mollie, =
Margie?" asked Aunt Mary, COM
ing into the room just as we were
walking toward the place where
| had spread out Sonny's clothes.
Something. Aunt Mary, that
would shock your dear old-fash-
/ ioned soul till 1t shriveled up
said Mollie with laugh as she
kissed her.
| Don't be too sure, Mollie
dear" I said. Aunt Mary would
probably approve of every word
i have said to you. She hal
II marched with her regiment-she
is In the modern ranks of the
| women who think today.
II Come, let's go and see the
tiny baby clothes; you'll love
H them. Mollie," asserted as
! drew her inside the door.
II "Oh course, l will. Oh, Margie
how queer II will seem for YOU
to have q baby In your arms"
Il 1T will seem bit of heaven,
Il said softly.
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