"There is a young lawyer from Steubenville named Stanton who would like to be introduced to you."
I was in a gracious mood and consented to receive the young lawyer named Stanton. As he came into the room and advanced toward me, immediately I felt myself in the presence of a master mind, of a soul born to command.
When introduced he gravely took my hand, and said:
"I called to congratulate you upon the pa.s.sage of your bill. It is a change I have long desired to see."
We sat and talked on the subject some time, and my fears vanished into thin air. If this man had taken that law into favor it would surely stand, and as he predicted be "improved and enlarged." I have never been so forcibly impressed by any stranger. His compactness of body and soul, the clear outlines of face and figure, the terseness of his sentences, and firmness yet tenderness of his voice, were most striking; and as he pa.s.sed down the long room after taking leave my thought was:
"Mr. Stanton you have started for some definite point in life, some high goal, and you will reach it."
This was prophetic, for he walked into the War Department of this nation at a time when it is probable no other man in it, could have done the work there which freedom demanded in her hour of peril, for this young man was none other than Edwin M. Stanton, the Ajax of the great Rebellion.
CHAPTER XI.
THE PITTSBURG SAt.u.r.dAY VISITER.
After the war, abolitionists began to gather their scattered forces and wanted a Liberty Party organ. To meet this want, Charles P. Shiras started the _Albatross_ in the fall of "47. He was the "Iron City Poet,"
author of "Dimes and Dollars" and "Owe no Man a Dollar." He was of an old and influential family, had considerable private fortune, was courted and flattered, but laid himself and gifts on the altar of Liberty. His paper was devoted to the cause of the slave and of the free laborer, and started with bright prospects. He and Mr. Fleeson urged me to become a regular contributor, but Mr. Riddle objected, and the _Journal_ had five hundred readers for every one the _Albatross_ could hope. In the one I reached the ninety and nine unconverted, while in the other I must talk princ.i.p.ally to those who were rooted and grounded in the faith. So I continued my connection with the _Journal_ until I met James McMasters, a prominent abolitionist, who said sorrowfully: "Well, the last number of the _Albatross_ will be issued on Thursday."
"Is it possible?"
"Possible and true! That is the end of its first quarter, and Shiras gives it up. In fact we all do. No use trying to support an abolition paper here."
While he spoke a thought struck me like a lightning flash, and he had but finished speaking, when I replied:
"I have a great notion to start a paper myself."
He was surprised, but caught at the idea, and said:
"I wish you would. You can make it go if anybody can, and we"ll do all we can to help you."
I did not wait to reply, but hurried after my husband, who had pa.s.sed on, soon overtook and told him the fate of the _Albatross_. For this he was sorry, for he always voted a straight abolition ticket. I repeated to him what I had said to Mr. McMasters, when he said:
"Nonsense!" then reflected a little, and added, "Well, I do not know after all but it would be a good idea. Riddle makes lots of money out of your letters."
When we had talked about five minutes, he turned to attend to business and I went to the _Journal_ office. I found Mr. Riddle in his sanctum, and told him the _Albatross_ was dead; the Liberty Party without an organ, and that I was going to start the _Pittsburg Sat.u.r.day Visitor;_ the first copy must be issued Sat.u.r.day week, so that abolitionists would not have time to be discouraged, and that I wanted him to print my paper.
He had pushed his chair back from his desk, and sat regarding me in utter amazement while I stated the case, then said:
"What do you mean? Are you insane? What does your husband say?"
I said my husband approved, the matter was all arranged, I would use my own estate, and if I lost it, it was n.o.body"s affair.
He begged me to take time to think, to send my husband to him, to consult my friends. Told me my project was ruinous, that I would lose every dollar I put into it, and begged, entreated me to take time; but all to no purpose, when a bright idea came to him.
"You would have to furnish a desk for yourself, you see there is but one in this room, and there is no other place for you. You could not conduct a paper and stay at home, but must spend a good deal of time here!"
Then I suddenly saw the appalling prospect thus politely presented. I had never heard of any woman save Mary Kingston working in an office.
Her father, a prominent lawyer, had employed her as his clerk, when his office was in their dwelling, and the situation was remarkable and very painful; and here was I, looking not more than twenty, proposing to come into the office of the handsome stranger who sat bending over his desk that he might not see me blush for the unwomanly intent.
Mr. Riddle was esteemed one of the most elegant and polished gentlemen in the city, with fine physique and fascinating manners. He was a man of the world, and his prominence had caused his name to become the target for many an evil report in the bitter personal conflicts of political life. I looked the facts squarely in the face and thought:
"I have been publicly a.s.serting the right of woman to earn a living as book-keepers, clerks, sales-women, and now shall I shrink for fear of a danger any one must meet in doing as I advised? This is my Red Sea. It can be no more terrible than the one which confronted Israel. Duty lies on the other side, and I am going over! "Speak unto the children of Israel that they go forward." The crimson waves of scandal, the white foam of gossip, shall part before me and heap themselves up as walls on either hand."
So rapidly did this reflection pa.s.s through my mind, or so absorbed was I with it, that there had been no awkward pause when I replied:
"I will get a desk, shall be sorry to be in your way, but there is plenty of room and I can be quiet."
He seemed greatly relieved, and said cheerfully:
"Oh yes, there is plenty of room, I can have my desk moved forward and take down the shutters, when there will be plenty of light. Heretofore you have been Jove thundering from a cloud, but if you will come down to dwell with mortals we must make a place for you."
Taking down the shutters meant exposing the whole interior of the room to view, from a very public street; and after he had exhausted every plea for time to get ready, he engaged to have the first copy of the _Visiter_ printed on the day I had set. He objected to my way of spelling the word, but finding I had Johnson for authority, would arrange the heading to suit. I was in a state of exaltation all forenoon, and when I met my husband at dinner, the reaction had set in, and I proposed to countermand the order, when he said emphatically:
"You will do no such thing. The campaign is coming, you have said you will start a paper, and now if you do not, I will."
The coming advent was announced, but I had no arrangements for securing either advertis.e.m.e.nts or subscribers. Josiah King, now proprietor of the _Pittsburg Gazette_ and James H. McClelland called at the _Journal_ office and subscribed, and with these two supporters, the _Pittsburg Sat.u.r.day Visiter_, entered life. The mechanical difficulty of getting out the first number proved to be so great that the forms were not on the press at 3 P.M. By five the streets were so blocked by a waiting crowd, that vehicles went around by other ways, and it was six o"clock, Jan. 20th, 1848, when the first copy was sold at the counter. I was in the editorial room all afternoon, correcting proof to the last moment, and when there was nothing more I could do, was detained by the crowd around the doors until it was after eleven.
Editors and reporters were gathered in the sanctum, and Mr. Riddle stood by his desk pointing out errors to some one who should have prevented them, when I had my wraps on ready to start. Mr. Fleeson, then a clerk on the _Journal_, stepped out, hat in hand, and bowing to the proprietor, said:
"Mr. Riddle, it is your privilege to see Mrs. Swisshelm to her lodgings, but as you seem to decline, I hope you will commission me."
Mr. Fleeson was a small man and Mr. Riddle had drawn himself to his full height and stood looking down at him, saying:
"I want it distinctly understood that Mrs. Swisshelm"s relations in this office are purely those of business. If she requires anything of any man in it, she will command him and her orders shall be obeyed. She has not ordered my attendance, but has kept her servant here all the evening to see her to her friend"s house, and this should be sufficient notice to any gentleman that she does not want him."
During the ten years we used the same editorial-room. Mr. Riddle was often absent on the days I must be there, and always secured plenty of light by setting away the shutters when I entered. He generally made it necessary for me to go to his house and settle accounts, and never found it convenient to offer his escort to any place unless accompanied by his wife.
The _Visiter_ was three years old when he turned one day, examined me critically, and exclaimed:
"Why do you wear those hideous caps? You seem to have good hair. Mrs.
Riddle says she knows you have, and she and some ladies were wondering only yesterday, why you do make yourself such a fright."
The offending cap was a net scarf tied under the chin, and I said, "You know I am subject to quinsy, and this cap protects my tonsils."
He turned away with a sigh, and did not suspect that my tonsils had no such protection outside the office, where I must meet a great many gentlemen and make it apparent that what I wanted of them was votes!
votes!! Votes for the women sold on the auction block, scourged for chast.i.ty, robbed of their children, and that admiration was no part of my object.
Any attempt to aid business by any feminine attraction was to my mind revolting in the extreme, and certain to bring final defeat. In nothing has the church of Rome shown more wisdom than in the costume of her female missionaries. When a woman starts out in the world on a mission, secular or religious, she should leave her feminine charms at home. Had I made capital of my prettiness, I should have closed the doors of public employment to women for many a year, by the very means which now makes them weak, underpaid compet.i.tors in the great workshop of the world.
One day Mr. Riddle said:
"I wish you had been here yesterday. Robert Watson called. He wanted to congratulate us on the relations we have for so long maintained. We have never spoken of it, but you must have known the risk of coming here. He has seen it, says he has watched you closely, and you are an exception to all known law, or the harbinger of a new era in human progress."
Robert Watson was a retired lawyer of large wealth, who watched the world from his study, and philosophized about its doings; and when Mr.
Riddle had given me this conclusion, the subject was never again referred to in our years of bargaining, buying and selling, paying and receipting.