Weekly Caledonian. (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1919-1920, 1919-03-19

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ln% your heart you don't know wha
: i. j. to have IL heart until--until -
! "lhii is banal and DISGUSTING"
, "Somcday, Mibb, | think YOU vii
be very, very sorry"
! I'm willing to take my chances
I'd like photograph of you and
stood up side by side thirty year,
from today. 1t might tell an inter
) cSting story
"ieS. agreed Mary, 1t might
81 came up here in all good friend
ship to see your baby. | have 10
listen to Il sermon about that moth
eaten theory that woman's place is
in the home sacrificing herself for
race propagation. won't bother you
again. We think differently. You're
old-fashioned. Your firc-side-and-
! family notions are going out of date
There's a new day dawning for wo-
men and I'm not staying in my house
and pulling down my curtains and re-
fusing to see the sunrise. A woman
has the right to happiness; she has
the privilege of living her own life in
her own way as much as Il man.
intend to have my day of happiness
after what I've come up from and
what I've endured. intend to die
tate what my life shall be in my
own way. Tell Herbert that, the
next time he comes around here to
see his sister,
"After what you've come up from,
and what you've endured! o Ma
bell" Mary sighed. "Some day
you may realize that there's such a
thing as happiness that comes from
not debating what our lives shall be
but in putting the best side out and
making the most of things in any and
all situations in which we find our
selves. I'm not at all convinced that
people who dictate their own lives in
their own way are happiest. That
way lies selfishness. 1t seems to We
that in the case of woman, stlug-
Cling out of poverty, being twisted
out of shape with pain and work,
losing her girlhood, being tied at
home because of babies-in short, the
sacrifice of herself for others and
especially little children, all comes
under the head Of the highest sort of
service one can render the world and
the fellow-folks in it. How about it,
Mabel? And if there's new day
dawning' as you seem to think, it's
the day when service is going to be
glorified, and generosity and gentle
ness and self-sacl'ifice for others con-
sidered the things in life really worth
while. I'm not at all impressed,
Mibb, that you've read or are read
ing correctly the signs of the times"
"More sermonizing!" snapped
Mibb. "Good-bye, Mary Purse!
Both of us may have had a common
girlhood and worked side by side at
Il typecase. But beyond that, we
have nothing in common, and as for
me l am perfectly willing right here
that our friendship should end
With a sad face Mary laid Thomas
Joshua in his carriage and started to
show Mibb the way downstairs.
"You really needn't trouble your /
self" Mabel Truman turned at the
door. an meet you thirty years
from today, Mary Wood, and compare
resultsw
Mari did not return at once to the :
:prinkling of her clothes. After the
rich woman had gone and the little
,itting-room was quiet, she lifted
Thomas Joshua in her arms and sat
for a long time by the window in the
,reaking rocker, looking down
through the breeze-wafted muslin
curtains onto Mrs. Ashlcy's side
lower-beds. Thomas Joshua went to
sleep. Half an hour aftcrward,
when it was entirely unnecessary, she
started humming lullabye.
When Jack came home, Mary said: =
"Mibb Truman was here this =
afternoon. She came to see Thomas .
Joshua" n
"What did she think of him." ask
I'd Jack. =,
"She called him a worm!!"
$50 long as Thomas Joshua does !,
It turn out book-worm OF an news
grub, I'm satisfied" the
husband declared. He was glum be- !,
ause things had not gone right in =,
he Darkroom that afternoon and he =
vas worrying about the bills.
give told you," commented Mary y
Iuietly after transferring sizzling
riddle of fried something from the
tove to the table, "-that our Tho
mas Joshua is going TO be a preach ,
T." :.
"Dont set your heart on it too ~
trongly. Preachers get paid even =
1orse than newspapermen." !,
They were eating supper across =, y
orner of the homemade kitchen
able, Thomas Joshua-a future pas -,
off the paint on huge :
loah's Ark, the gift of "Unclc Her.
ert," when the door-bell rang. Jack =
vent down to the front door. In 7
moment he had returned and his =
ace was serious. 4
at was Judge Farmers little boy. !,
lie says his father wants to sec you :,
nd I at his Office tonight at eight n
clock" :,
"Me" Maly's face paled. >
"On some kind of business" -,
Again the fright of claw and "bus- :,