The Morning Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Okla.) 1919-1927, 1922-11-19
All, yes-those politics |


engaged existence had been smoother than
fiction story writer should dare to confess But
they were the last of their unalloyed bliss for
many a week that followed.
Ches hadn't kept in close enough touch to Sylvia
to have any distinct idea of her missionary work.
He didn't know, really, that she was occupied in
any And when she told him, not with any
suggestion of an ultmatum, even with any
frightening prospects of Il future that would be
unnatural and hostile to domestic serenity, that
she was committed to the movements above limited
at, Ches squirmed
He had set preJudces. Surely, he could
have none If they were dear to the heart of the
girl he worshiped. But he had dsincllation
against any third hand at all in their twosome.
He wanted Sylvia to live only for him-as he was
willing and wild to live only for her.
He told her. He wanted his little darling to be
just his little darling--no more; that plenty.
He wanted her to think of love all the time. He
wanted her life as far it could be sanely so
confined to embrace two people only. Let others
reform the errors of sociological progression, let
others take up the crying needs of the advance
toward perfection. let others lead the bohunks and
the Czechs and the prohobitionists and the other
oppressed and depressed into whatever promised
land had been promised them. But let his Sylvia
just play with her Chester!
His Sylvia was willing enough to play' But
answer to this great broad, inscrutabe lif', with
its obligations and its premposed responsibilities?
II was. II certainly was-Cheser said. Let
the professional downtrodden deliverers deliver
the downtrodden. Good heavens-one mustn't
rush into hospital to tend the i'll, matter how
i'll the i'll may be--there are trained nurses, in
uniforms, for that; one mustn't give ones self
when that self didn't even belong to ones self
to a lot of ungrateful strangers, many Of them
yet unborn--tlat was what politicians and pro-
fessors and preachers and journalists and old
maids who couldn't get a hearing any other way
We're for
Sylvia shook her head-in perplexity rather
than in peryersity.
Move all were brought into this sphere with
duties beyond the sef-centrcd limitations of love,
marriage, even parenthood--as lofty and splendid
and beautiful as these essential and helpful
estates and institutions surely were, in them
selves But there broader duty--a--
Chester kissed the rest of it down her throat
and held her head down on the cushion, with both
hands gripped firmly and fondly about her throat
Darling" he pleaded CANT you see that |
couldn't share you with any political economy
transformation of society? It's such a big thing,
and you're so little. If you must reform some
one, reform me- I'm for anything you're for
mean it. Only conhne your arguments and your
experiments to me-"
But" she choked, "the others Who will ad-
vance the cause TO them?"
"Their Sylvias. Why should any one have to
cover so much territory? If this movement is so
doggone important, why shouldn't each woman
undertake to handle her own district? That
would be a quick, comprehensive and effective
method-founded on business sense"
"But not every wife, sister or sweetheart is