Volume 1. No. 4 FEBRUARY, 1910 Copyright for 1910 C. P. Gilman
There is one large obstacle to woman suffrage which has nothing to do with s.e.x.
Men, the governing cla.s.s, hesitate in extending equal political responsibility and power to their domestic servants. Do you wonder?
TWO PRAYERS
Only for these I pray, Pray with a.s.surance strong: Light to discover the way, Power to follow it long.
Let me have light to see, Light to be sure and know, When the road is clear to me Willingly I go.
Let me have Power to do, Power of the brain and nerve, Though the task is heavy and new Willingly I will serve.
My prayers are lesser than three, Nothing I pray but two; Let me have light to see, Let me have power to do.
AN OFFENDER
"Where"s Harry?" was Mr. Gortlandt"s first question.
"He"s gone to the country, to mother. It was so hot this last day or two, I"ve sent him out, with Miss Colton. I"m going Sat.u.r.day. Sit down."
"I miss him," said her visitor, "more than I thought I could. I"ve learned more in these seven years than I thought there was to know. Or in the last two perhaps, since I"ve found you again."
She looked at him with a little still smile, but there was a puzzled expression behind it, as of one whose mind was not made up.
They sat in the wide window of a top floor apartment, awning-shaded. A fresh breeze blew in upon them, and the city dust blew in upon them also, lying sandy on the broad sill.
She made little wavy lines in it with one finger--
"These windows ought to be shut tight, I suppose, and the blinds, and the curtains. Then we should be cleaner."
"As to furniture," he agreed, "but not as to our lungs."
"I don"t know about that," she said; "we get plenty of air--but see what"s in it."
"A city is a dirty place at the best; but Mary--I didn"t come to consider the ethics of the dust--how much longer must I wait?" he asked, after a little pause. "Isn"t two years courting, re-courting--enough?
Haven"t I learned my lesson yet?"
"Some of it, I think," she admitted, "but not all."
"What more do you ask?" he pursued earnestly. "Can"t we come to a definite understanding? You"ll be chasing off again in a few days; it"s blessed luck that brought you to town just now, and that I happened to be here too."
"I don"t how about the luck," said she. "It was business that brought me. I never was in town before when it was so hot."
"Why don"t you go to a hotel? This apartment is right under the roof, gets the sun all day."
"It gets the breeze too, and sunlight is good. No, I"m better off in the apartment, with Harry. It was very convenient of the Grants to be away, and let me have it."
"How does Hal stand the weather?"
"Pretty well. But he was getting rather fretful, so I sent him off two hours ago. I do hope he won"t run away from Miss Colton again. She"s as nervous as I am about him."
"Don"t you think he is fond of me?" asked the man. "I"ve got to catch up, you see. He can"t help being mine--half mine," he hastily added, seeing a hint of denial in her look.
"Why yes, he seems fond of you, he is fond of you," she conceded. "I hope he always will be, and I believe you are beginning to love him."
"A pretty strong beginning, Mary," said the man. "Of course I don"t pretend to have cared much at first, but now!--why he"s so handsome, and quick, and such a good little duffer; and so affectionate! When he gives a jump and gets his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist and "hugs me all over" as he calls it, I almost feel as if I was a mother! I can"t say more than that, can I?"
"No, you certainly can"t say more than that. I believe you, I"m not questioning," for he looked up sharply at her tone.
"I"ve never had much to do with children, you see," he went on slowly, "no little brothers or sisters, and then only-- What astonishes me is how good they feel in your arms! The little fellow"s body is so firm and sinewy--he wriggles like a fish--a big fish that you"re trying to hold with both hands."
The mother smiled tenderly. She knew the feel of the little body so well! From the soft pink helplessness, the little head falling so naturally into the hollow of the arm or neck, the fumbling little hands; then the gradual gain in size and strength, till now she held that eager bounding little body, almost strong enough to get away from her--but not wanting to. He still loved to nestle up to "Muzz," and was but newly and partially won by this unaccustomed father.
"It"s seven years Mary! That makes a man all over, they say. I"m sure it has made me over. I"m an older man--and I think, wiser. I"ve repented, I"ve outgrown my folly and seen the justice of my punishment.
I don"t blame you an atom for divorcing me--I think you did right, and I respect you for it. The biggest lesson I"ve learned is to love you! I can see--now--that I didn"t before.
Her face hardened as she looked at him. "No, you didn"t, Harry, you certainly didn"t, nor the child-- When I think of what I was when you married me! Of my proud health!--"
"_You_ are not hurt!" he cried. "I don"t mean that you haven"t been hurt, I could kill myself when I think of how I made you suffer! But you are a finer woman now than you were then; sweeter, stronger, wiser, and more beautiful. When I found you again in Liverpool two years ago it was a revelation. Now see--I don"t even ask you to forgive me! I ask you to try me again and let me prove I can make it up to you and the boy!"
"It"s not easy for me to forgive," she answered slowly-- "I"m not of the forgiving nature. But there is a good deal of reason in your position.
You were my husband, you are Hal"s father, there"s no escaping that."
"Perhaps, if you will let the rest of my life make up for that time of my G.o.dforsaken meanness, you won"t want to escape it, Mary! See--I have followed you about for two years. I accepted your terms, you did not promise me anything, but for the child"s sake I might try once more, try only as one of many, to see if I could win you--again. And I love you now a hundred times better than I did when I married you!"
She fanned herself slowly with a large soft fan, and looked out across the flickering roofs. Below them lay the highly respectable street on which the house technically fronted, and the broad, crowded, roaring avenue which it really overlooked.
The rattle of many drays and more delivery wagons rose up to them. An unusual jangle drowned his words just then and she smilingly interpreted "that"s railroad iron--or girders, I can tell lots of them now. About four A. M. there is a string of huge milk wagons. But the worst is the cars. Hear that now--that"s a flat wheel. How do you like it?"
"Mary--why do you bring up these cars again when I"m trying my best to show you my whole heart? Don"t put things like that between us!"
"But they are between us, Henry, all the time. I hear you tell me you love me, and I don"t doubt you do in a way; yes, as well as you can, very much indeed!--I know. But when it comes to this car question; when I talk to you of these juggernauts of yours; you are no more willing to do the right thing than you were when I first knew you."
Mr. Cortlandt"s face hardened. He drew himself up from the eager position in which he had leaned forward, and evidently hesitated for a moment as to his words.
In spite of his love for this woman, who, as he justly said, was far more beautiful and winsome than the strong, angular, over-conscientious girl he had married, neglected and shamed, his feelings as a business man were strong within him.
"My dear--I am not personally responsible for the condition of these cars."
"You are President of the Company. You hold controlling shares of the stock. It was your vote that turned down the last improvement proposition."
He looked at her sharply.