The Bozeman courier., 1927-07-22

she became myth and not
a real woman, Mrs Quinn-or Madame
Marco, for after a while she got a divorce
and married MarcO-bequeathed more
than three thousand dollars a year to
her child, she bequeathed as well what is
known as a complex" Belong
ing to a generation in which woman'S
fear and hatred of man were first rising
to the surface, without any definite plan
of how to satisfy this fear and hatred,
into generation in which fear was sub
merged and hatred transformed either
into unthinking comradeship or good ma
tured contempt. Where her daughter was
concerned, although the daughter had
never definitely formulated her ideas, it
was good natured contempt.
In the figure of her father, which is
the first male figure to interest the fe-
male eye, Dorothy, through her thin leg
ged girlhood and rounder young woman
hood, saw the world mean and smother
ing; that would, if it could, kill the
laughter and bravery and swift action;
in the figure of her mother she saw 10y
and all the fine bigness of defiance. Her
mother was that thing over the hill you
never quite reach but are forever running
after. Mrs. Quinn, STOPPING over a crib
on cold February night Of nineteen
hundred and two, must have left some
impression of her thoughts on the mind
sequently transmitted and brought up to
date.
Being a modern young woman, and,
above all, a modern American young
woman, she had also decided that where
men were concerned she would have no
more compunction toward them than
i they had always had toward women.
When she became aware of herself she
was amused and interested to observe
suppressed excitement she had not con-
/ Sctously provoked and had not the slight
est intention Of satisfying. In this she
was wrong; men have much more COM
Function than they are supposed to have
i The difference is that they see great
many things, but confuSedly, while Wom-
en- see only few things, but clearly.
In fact, Dorothy, like most young peo.
pie land most old people), was wrong il
a great many ways. She was entirely
wrong about her father. Mrs Quinn haC
been too shallow pated in her shinine
lovely way to realize that selfshness anC
neglect can turn even the gentleSt h1S
band grim, and her baby, now the exac
age when her mother had run away, wa
still too childish to know what bitter
ness ana wounded pride can do to th
sensitive-Unless the sensitive are great
Dorothy could not be aware how much
and at the same time her father hugget
to himself and dreaded certain ways am
methods Of thought she had, that re
! badly hurt him. Dorothy thought sh
concealed her good natured, not unaffec
tionate contempt-a contempt added
! by belief that a woman does not ru
8 away from first class man, but she di
= not conceal it. Mr.. Quinn recognized i
although the knowledge only made hiI
q the more awkward.
: You see, he agreed with his daughte
/ A shy man and a elf-deprecatory on
: he had performed the unusual feat
: falling desperately and mortally in Low
and when this love had been throw
: back in his face he, too, had come to tt
: conclusion that he was far from fir
. class. This had happened at about til
). point where, under happier auspices, h
e shyness might have ripened into sell
L confidence. And he also had had his VII
= moments. Who hasn't? There had bee
: a time when he had seriously conten
= plated abandoning everything but
: Dionysinic pursuit Of pleasure, but ]
i. had put this aside in order to NAL
r enough money so that never again wou
he have to deny any woman-wife
daughter-any trinket she desired. 3
8, self-esteem, however, was permanent
= unsettled.
:. He found himself in a quandary. I
a. had no more idea how to bring up
daughter than he had had how to keep
wife. Unable to speak frankly, he CO.