Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1919-02-28
CHAPTER xxx

TOT the llISI lllilG SllICS IlOLll6l
4 left me l explained in detail my
hopes and my desires for help
ing women to help themselves, and
at the same time to become of use
in the WOrld-Of use in Il broader
sense than ever before. She was en-
1T is such a big plan" she said;
Then whimsically: You never will
get married if you do big things
like that! Men don't like such
women"
How do you know they don't?"
question. L thought of Frank and
that he cared for me often though 1
was a business woman.
Because they are jealous of a
woman who does thingS-plg things.
OF course, they don't mind girls like
me, but women who have learned to
do the work they used to do and
learned to do it as well, or better,
perhaps, and get the same pay as
they used to, it is that sort OF wom-
an they are going to make unhappy.
You see if L am not right. Then
men aren't going to like the idea of
their wives working. You know that
is so because the girls like Nina
have talked to you. Why, George
would think he was abused if Nina
did anything but wait upon him
If he married her.
HCO4 10 OAllS GIL bthAN NAS'NIS ~
foolish man. Poor fellow, he could
not right because of a physical de-
feet. so Nina TOLD me, SO he is still
working along in the narrow groove
as he always has done. But there
are big men, many of them, 1 think,
who LIKE was about to say, Mr..
Lampheer, but caught myself in
time-"Who think more instead of
less of woman who fills a worth
while place in the world. and fills it
cr,I an n of RI
cry or belittle the woman who has
made Of herself an economically in
dependent creature, and who can
support herself perfectly without
his aid. No, indeed, they look up to
them and rejoice in their success"
a lot of jolts along that line, dear
Olive"
When we were alone I had in
sisted that Annie call me by my
first name. OF course. at the office
it wouldn't be quite the thing-not
You know a lot about business.
But [ imagine some Of US girls
could give you lot of pointers
about men. You see your. war work
was different. Men looked at it
more as a sort of play" In a way
that when women invade the sacred
precincts of the financial world and
carry off the perquisites in shape OF
big. fat pay envelopes men aren't
going to be so sauve.
But I thought of Frank and
smiled. I had ,eceived a letter from
him that very morning; long, chat
ty letter, telling of the changes
wrought by the war; changes in the
people as well as in the towns and
cities. Some of his letter was sad
dening, other parts told of the quick
=, Of C
tated countries; told it in such a
way that it made my heart beat
faster to think of what was being
accomplished over there. And also
gave me courage to think [ might
be of service in the reconstruction
this side of the world.
He wrote of the gayety In Paris
in spite OF the great sorrow which
had been the part Of the French ma
| ton; of the resilency of the people;
of the shops, the theaters and the
| opera. He spoke Of our coming mar
! riage, our life together, and thrilled
! to his words. His letter was not e2"
actly a love letter, yet I was happy
| because 1 could read between the
lines and because 1 knew he loved
me. Of that I never had doubt
| Why should he have chosen me out
of all the women he knew for his
wife?
So [ replied happily, detailing all
my little inconsequential daily do
| ings, apologizing for their lack OF
! interest when compared to what was
daily taking place before him; He
had said we would take a trip abroad
as soon as matters were in settled
once more be pleasure, and L told
| him how usiastically ! should
| look forward 20 such a trip with
him l ad been abroad only once;
| then when l was only SIP OF
girl. Ny impressions were family
reminiscent Of a gay. brilliant Paris,
where everyone played all day long
in the gardens OF the TuilerieS or
on the Bots, and of a London where
there was nothing but fog and rain
and where an English doctor hurt
me when he examined and sprayed
my throat. [ had sore throat all the
time we were in the great, foggy
| city Then we had gone to Brussels
| and to Ostend. My memory refused
| to retain anything beyond the quaint
| little bath houses drawn into the
| water by horses and the pageant
at the Grand pix. when the Belgian
king and is outriders came onto the
thought much Of the delight of
| seeing these places again, seeing
them with MIN. the man ! loved.
Would my dim Impressions make
them seem familiar or would the
war have altered them beyond my
| recognition? It would not matter
| thought, as -ong as [ was with him.
That would he theone thing that
really counted-being with him.
CHATTER xxx
= I was strange. perhaps. that no
doubt of Frank. of his love, ever
entered nv mind. [ had absO-
lutely no jealousy in my make
up. Had [ not been so occupied
| with business, so engrossed with
my ideas for helping women to help
themselves to better position in
| the world I might have had time
10 question things which now never
occurred to me.
He wrote me freely of the clever,