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CHAPTER XXL
Jason Andrews was not pleased with
the way the summer's work had been
carried on during Ills absence. The
debts that Madge had contracted when
employing the men to harvest the grain
had not been paid, aud their aggregate
was a large sum in the estimation of a'n
economical man who had recently spent
the whole of his reserve fund in a spree,
aud finished up with the proceeds of an
enforced sale of one of the horses com
prising the family team.
"Madge did the best she could, I'm
sure, Jason," said Mrs. Andrews, tim
idly. "The best she could" answered her
lord, contemptuously. "There isn't
any need of half the hands she hired.
I've harvested a bigger crop by myself,
many a time."
"Butlsayshedid the best she could!"
reiterated the wife.
" Woman! do ye know who ycr talk-
tiv to f" and tbe master of the Morrison
homestead indulged in a pitiful air of
attempted dignity th&t was intensely
disgusting.
"Yes, I do !" replied the wife, for' the
first time since their marriage daring to
resent his impertinence. "I'm talking
to a whisky-guzzler, wholcft the mother
of his own child to die but for the care
of others! I'm talking with a worth
less, fault-finding sol a poor, misera
ble, degraded apology of manhood, who
shall mend his ways, or, by the Eternal,
he shall go one road and I another !"
"Highty-tighty! but here's richness!''
exclaimed the head of the family, with
a grin; for, to do him justice, lie was
rarely quarrelsome, the few really ugly
exhibitions of temper to which he had
given vent in their married experience
having been mainly directed to Madge,
who had always provoked him bylier
unanswerable sarcasm.
"I'm in sober earucsl," said Mrs. An
drews, who never before at least, never
since Madge had been old enough to do
the heroic for the fumily had allowed
herself to make stern resolves, much
less abide by them. "I mean just what
I say. You and I are to go two roads
henceforth, if ever you indulge in an
other drunken spree. Another thing,
sir ! You are not to grumble at what
has been done during your absence. If
you had remained at home and taken
care of the crops and your own young
ones, as any decent brute would have
done, we would not owe a dollar for har
vesting, and we'd have a team, too.
Now, Jason Andrews, hearken : Never
again will I cotiseut to live the life of a
drunkard's wife !"
"I'd like to know how yer goin' to
help yourself!" exclaimed the head of
the family. "I've never abused ye, nor
done the least thing tbe law will blame
me for. A man has a perfect right to
take sprees, aud do what he pleases with
his own.."
"Jiighl, iudeed, Jason ! What would
you say if I should go ort and get
drunk?"
"But you're a woman."
"And beiug a wotnau, and a weaker
vessel, I suppose I must be loo strong to
indulge iu the weakness which is excus
able in men !"
"Jes' so."
"But I don't see it so, Jason. You'd
better look sharp."
These threatenings were doubtless
very unwomanly, according to the or
thodox standard,- but they were cer
tainly very natural. Though, when
the fact was bruited through the neigh
borhood that Mrs. Andrews had vio
lently assailed her husbaud with bitter
reproaches, and thereby driven him yet
deeper into intoxication, the worst cen
sors in me community were wives
whose husbands were sober men, and
who, because of this, knew nothing of
the trials of a sister who had been
driven to desperation by neglect and
drunkenness.
In order to settle his authority and
headship beyond dispute, Jason sent to
The Falls by a passing teamster for a
keg of whisky, payiug roundly therefor
in the wheat which Madgo had man
aged to save, and when the beverage
came, aud was hidden away In the old
log barn, and the ruler of the household
had imbibed freely aud gotten gloriously
drunk, the scene that followed baffles
all description
Let us draw a veil over the household
bickerings, the terrible, soul-sickening
effects of which, though witnessed too
often by the little children of au ill
marred union, are mercifully hidden
from tbe mature minds of the outside
world. Mrs. Andrews found to her cost
that all her heroic declarations of iude
pendence but added fresh links to the
chains of ber bondage; aud after such
mental struggle as none cau realize ex
cept they are called to wade through the
black shadows of a bondage against
which their very souls rebel, and who
yield to duty, not for their own sake,
tut for the sake, of helpless little ones
-whom Providence has cast adrift, unln -
vited and unwelcoraed, upon the great
ocean of life, with none but themselves
to care for them.
Mr. Morrison, the hired man, proved
an invaluable auxiliary to the worse
than widowed mother in her great ex
tremity, and, but for the unreasoning
and unreasonable jealousy of Jason An
drews, a malady with which all men
and women are afflicted who possess an
inner consciousness of their.own inferi
ority or unworthiness, the work would
have been as well managed as though
the head of the family had not been in
dulging in the masculine prerogative of
drunkenness.
DidMrs. Andrews order a certain duty
performed, Jason would countermand it;
did she suggest certain improvements
about the farm, he would order some
thing else; and if the hired man was
known to exchange a word with her
which her legal owner did not clearly
understand, his fury would know no
bounds.
One day, Mr. Morrison, in wandering
around the farm in quest of cattle that
had strayed, found himself withlu less
than a quarter of a mile from the new
post office. He had not yet encountered
George Hanson, though the news that
he and the parson had "jumped" one
half of tho Morrison homestead had
been so thoroughly discussed by the gos
siping neighbors that ho was well ac
quainted with all its minor details.
"Very likely Madge has written to
me," he thought. "I promised to- be
her 'post office,' and she's been gone for
over a week aud I haven't attended to
the matter. Guess I'll go aud see if
there's a letter.".
Suiting the action to the thought, he
bounded over the fence and wandered
down the footpath which Madge had
taken on the eve of her flight from the
maternal roof.
I hope I'll meet that infernal mur
derer of my poor lost darling's honor.
feel just in the mood to avenge her!"
e haid, excitedly.
It so happened that Jason Andrews,
who had been wandering aimlessly
through thewoodsduriug the afternoon,
while laboring under a preliminary
stage of mania a potu, and who had
beeu lying for an hour on the sunny
side of a prostrate tree, was sufficiently
awake to hear the threat and half way
comprehend its meaning.
Unconscious that he had had a lis
tener, the farm hand plodded on.
George Hanson also happened if, in
deed, anything may be said to ever hap
pen to be passing near him, and
saw the face of the man lie had so
cruelly wronged, while Morrison did not
perceive him through the undergrowth
that lined the pathway.
As I live, there's Sara's old lover!"
gasped the guilty coward who had mar
ried Madge, as heskulked away through
the bushes, and was not seen again in
the neighborhood for many months.
"Any letter to-day for Morris Morri
son ?" asked the owner of the given
cognomen, as he accosted the sickly-
looking wife of the deep-voiced parson,
who, witli a child In her arms, was ar
ranging letters and papers in a very
primitive and diminutive array of letter-boxes.
"One came yesterday for a gentleman
of that name, but Mr. Hanson took it
out of the office for him," said the sup
ported woman, to whom lending the
post office, as her husband's deputy,
brought no recompense.
'I'm very sorry, madam," said he,
striving to conceal his agitation, as he
staggered out of tho house and back
again over the route by which lie had
come.
"Poor child 1" he mused, and he has
tened on; "so young, so impetuous, so
conscientious, aud yetso chained. She's
even worse off than poor Sara, who at
least possesses liberty."
He reached his temporary home, to
find the thread of his reflections broken
by an encounter with Jason Andrews,
wiio was indulging in the agreeable
pastime of many drunkards accusing
his wife of infidelity.
The moment he entered the room, the
infuriated husband began a tirade o
accusation against him, that caused the
unhappy wife to swoon with mortifica
tion. ' The poor woman lay in a death
like faint upon the wooden settle that
did duty as a lounge, and Jason An
drews, beiug determined that he would
not assist her himself, nor allow any
body else to do so, swaggered up and
down the room, alternately warning and
threatening the one honorable friend of
his wife who dared raise his voice to
protect her.
"I must either leave that poor, half-
dead creature to her fate, or knock her
owner on the head!" he exclaimed to
Mrs. Perkins, who was busy in the
kitchen, and who proved likely to re
main a guest at the Mollala farm during
the remainder of her life, because sh
had nowhere else to go.
J'Cmi't you do something for Mrs
Andrews ?" lie continued, his voice
tremulous and his lips white with an
ger.
"The quicker she's dead the better,
and dou't know what to do to relieve
her any, unless I let her die," whs the
sad response. "You see, he owns her,
and he can do as he pleases with his
own property. I am here, dependent
upon him, too, till I can get away
cannot leave my daughter's children
and Mrs. Andrews cannot get away
- ! from hers."
"But her children he certainly has
no claim on them!"
"You forget the baby."
"Yes, I did forget. But it's terrible
to see her dragging out her life iu this
ay;"
"Her troubles about Madge are even
greater than about herself," said Mrs.
Perkins.
"Madge has written to me," abruptly
remarked the hired man.
"Oh, has she? What news?" and
Mrs. Perkins fairly trembled in her ea
gerness. "I don't knouwhat she wrote."
"That's singular. This is no time to
be humbugging anybody, Mr. Morri-
sou."
"I know it, madam; I know it. And
hile we leave that egotistical donkey
strutting up and down iu the sitting-
room, waiting for his wife to recover
from the cruel blow she has received in
her soul, I may as welflell you all about
Of course you won't repeat to that
rum-soaked monster anything I say. I
want you to Inform Mrs. Andrews,
though, for I must go away from here."
" You, Mr. Morrison ?"
"Yes I."
"What for?"
"Because I cannot bear to remain in
Iglitof so much human misery that I
have no possible opportunity to allevi
ate. Mrs. Andrews is a martyred an
gel. As an honorable man, I could do
nothing less than give her kindly coun
sel when she, as an honorable woman,
has sometimes sought advice in her
great affliction. I cannot stoop to re
main in an atmosphere whose every
breath is tainted with the foul suspi-
ions of a jealous cur who will not treat
his wife with courtesy nor allow any
one else to do so. The vile wretch who
married Madge and ruined poor S ;
the miscreant who is now the legal
owner of a wandering refugee for whom
there is not in all the world a hiding
place; the low, despicable, cowardly
agaboud who destroyed my own hap-
iness, is iu possession of the letter
written by Madge to her mother, under
cover to me, and he will seek, find, and
persecute her. "i feel that she will need
my help."
But you've no more moral or legal
right to assist her than her mother.
She, too, belongs to her husband, and
any interference on your part, for the
purpose of protecting her iu any way,
will only make the matter worse."
"I'll risk it, anyhow."
"Well, God speed you; though I'm
sure I don't envy you the job you've un
dertaken."
And now, reader, while Morris Morri
son is making the few needed prepara
tions for his suddenly-planned journey,
et us leave hun to steal a few farewell
words with Mrs. Andrews, who recov
ers from her swoon and again moves
wearily about the house, rejoiced at
last, when her legal prop and shield goes
grumbling to his bed, that once more
the torpor of drunkenness is upou him
aud she may have a little peace; let us
eave them to plan and conjecture us to
ways and means to rescue mother and
daughter, and returning to Madge, as
we left her, overlooking the site of the
new city, let us go with her in search of
shelter aud em ploy ment. Poor Madge!
Her attempt to make a presentable tot
let was a sad one. Naturally homely,
she was more in need of artificial adorn-
ment than most women, or, rather,
children, for she was yet a child; but
her one presentable dress had become
badly demoralized iu her travels through
the forest, and do what she would to
hide the rents with thorns, which in
lieu of pins were fortunately obtaina
ble, she felt a humiliating sense of her
own uncomeliness, that was in nowise
lessened by her tattered clothing, when
she reached the growing city and set
about the difficult task of hunting em
ploymeut among strangers without ref
erences, and wholly destitute of knowl
edge concerning the world aud its ways.
At a number of hastily-erected but
flashily-elegant residences, where she
gathered courage to make application
for work, she was met by servants who
slammed the doors iu her face. Again
she was turned away for lack of refer
ences, and again repulsed as an intruder.
Yet her spirits did not pink, nor her
courage falter. A sort of inner cou
sciousness in her final triumph sus
tained her throughout the dreadful day
and she sometimes wondered to herself
why it was that she was not utterly de
spondent. Finally, when her feet were
blistered with. walking, and her bones
ached with fatigue, she turned a corner
and started with a new impulse down
the street.
A pretty brown cottage stood in th
center of a blackened clearing, and
three or four children were romping
over tho rough, unsodded earth.
man was busy building a fence next the
street, and tli rough the wiudow Madg
espied a woman lying upon a sick bed
nervously worrying with a crying babe
"Would you like a good, willing girl
in yourhouse ?"
Thequestion startled the fence-builder
It was so abrupt and unexpected. For
nearly a week he had beeu occupyin
every minute he could spare from th
sick wife and little ones, that was not
Bpent in fence-building, iu diligently
searching for the very help that Provi
dence had but just now sent to his door.
"Cau you cook, and wash, and wait
on sick folks, aud take care of a baby ?
asked the man, as he paused with ham
mer poised above a nail he was holding,
as though just ready to drive it home.
"I can do anything that anybody else
can do, from building fences to making
embroidery, sir. And I am not afraid
or ashamed to work."
"Got any references?"
"No, sir; nothing but these arms and
hands. Do you want to employ me?"
"Guess I'll give you a trial."
"At what wages, sir?"
"That's 'business, anil I like you.
Give me a man or a woman who comes
traight to business. I'll , try you at
three dollars a week."
Madge in her heart had hoped that he
would say six; but she was in no condi-
ion to ilrive-an advantageous bargain.
"I'd like to give bigger wages, but
in poor and can't afford it. Come
long 'into the house. My wile will
ant an introduction. What shall I
call you ?"
"Madge is name enough, sir. Call me
Madge."
The new acquaintance was glad in
deed to see the homely visage of the
indly-voiced assistant. In a few mo
ments the two were well acquainted,
and Madge was busy after her own good
fashion in making everythihg orderly
and comfortable in iter new and strange
quarters.
To be continued.
From the Rockford Seminary Magazine.
Is" John Smarter than I Am ?
When the September morning came
that was to send us forth to school, I
id, standing in the hull, two trunks
tilled with what was considered a
roper wardrobe for a boarding-school
Miss. This entire outfit was largely
the product of tny summer's work, for
my lather was strictly orthodox on the
uestion ol a girl's making und mend-
ng her own clothing. John's one
runk stooii beside mine in the hall.
Not an article in ic had cost him a mo
ment's labor, and scarcely a single
thought. Even the foldingand packing
had been done by my mother, and each
garment was so placed as to give him
the least possible Inconvenience in tak
ing out for use.
Arrived at our respective institu-
lons, we were marshaled for cxamina
ions. John' passed his every way
creditably. I, together with nine-
tenths of my companions, fell a degree
ower than we had expected. Facts
that were once perfectly familiar, de
fied even my slightest acquaintance.
There seemed really nothing in my
cranium but a couple of tuiillled
drums, that kept beating away iu either
ear as if playing a dead march for my
departed wits.
"All !" says l'rolessor bpectacles,
'girls learn largely by the faculty of
memory. They never grasp a subject
n its various relations, and so make it
thoroughly their own. - They make a
brilliant recitation, but a few months
after the greater part has evaporated."
1 entirely disagree with the learned
Professor. Suppose John had been hard
at work from daylight till bed-time for
three months before bis examinations,
making coats, pantaloons, and waist
coats, given to realize that his gen
tility, respectability, and every mascu-
me desirability depended on his tilling
at least two SaraFoira trunks with these
garments in every conceivable style of
cut and material, and then, at the end
of that time, call him up to demon
strate a proposition iu Euclid, aud see
iL there lias not been some evaporation,
even from a masculine brain.
John's school had a four year's course
of study, and so had mine. With the
exception of a year and a half of the
ancient languages, aud a half-year
of mathematics, the two were par
allel. This difference, however, was
met by tho more advanced require
ments for entrance at John's school; so
the amount of daily study required of me
for the four years was equivalent to his.
The institution selected tor me by my
parents was what might have been des-
euated a compromise school, it ucing
adjusted to run to the temple or Knowl
edge either by broad or narrow gauge,
While it held a college charter, had a
fair course of study, and recognized the
idea that woman was capable ot nc
(luiring a liberal education, yet it had
sogreataiear that its pupils might be
called "strong-minded,'' or forget their
province ot ireneial superintendents ot
the dinner-basket, that the wise Board
ofTrustees established that eacli pupil
should devote one hour per day to do
mestic work, it fell to my lot to mix
bread. Accordingly, every morning, at
a certain bell, I donned a large apron
and went to the domestic hall. Here I
fouud several pans containing a flour
and water mixture, upon winch 1 was
to spend an hour kneading into a state
of greater consistency. What became
of it after this, I know not. How it
e.mio to be in the state I found it, I
know not; but for twenty weeks, one
hour daily, Sundays excepted, I spent
in tins work, which I was told was a
part of the process or bread-making.
The next twenty weeks I cut bread.
Then I sifted flour, washed glass, swept,
turned the crank ot the ciioppuig-ma
chine, etc., until my fourth year, when
I was allowed to scour Knives without
change for the forty weeks. This work
was regarded as one ot tho senior
privileges, not because of the greater
mental discipline necessary to its ac
complishment, but forty-five minutes
ot this labor, was considered equivalent
to sixty of the ordinary kinds, so it left
fifteen minutes daily for recreation and
reading, which it was thought proper
for seniors to have.
When the Itev. Mr. Smilax spoke-so
glowingly in his anniversary address of
the value of learning that useful accom
plishment, liouse-Iteepiug, at the same
time that we were acquiring an educa
tion in mathematics and the languages,
I could but think it very strange that
our trustees, who were also trustees of
John's school, had never thought to set
hi ni to planing boards and boring holes,
an hour daily, so that when he gradu
ated he could he a house-builder, as
well as T a house-keeper. I ventured at
one time to suggest this to one of our
venerabte fathers, but he so frightened
me witli the immense Interrogation
points that stared at me from his eyes
as he answered, iu very decided tones,
"Miss Jones, such a thing would he per
fectly impracticable," that I never ven
tured farther with my philanthropic
suggestions. Sq John did not shove a
plane, nnr turn a bit or auger during his
college days; but he pitched a base-ball,
kicked a foot-balI,or rowed a boat, to
prepare himself for the business of future
years.
Again, there was the time actually
demanded of me by the dictates of
fashion for the dressing and adorning of
my person. Every day, and occasionally
oftener, I was to hook, pin, button, or
otherwise fasten upon my person, from
sixteen to twenty different articles of
apparel, exclusive of pins, hair-pins,
rings, chains, braids, curls, and frizzes,
the number of these being, mathemati
cally considered, an indeterminate
quantity. Then there was the care of
these articles, seeing that they were in
a proper condition for use and orna
mentation. Perhaps you will say I had
no need to comply with fashion's dic
tates. So the Rev. Mr. Smilax said;
but, as I early observed, he shed most
of his benignant wisdom on the girls
with the greatest number of flounces
and frizzes, and, us the conversation of
the Reverent! gentleman was consid
ered highly instructive, I subjected my
self to all this labor iu order to attain
my highest cultivation.
If John und I were to give statements
of our daily accounts, with time, the
following would be the result:
JQ1IX JONES.
To Time ......
JOHN JOXES.
Dr.
hrs.min.
....21 00
Cr.
15
Sept. 18.
Sept. 18.
By Dressing
Morning prayers.
3 recitations at 3 hours.
3 meals at 30 minutes .
Sleep
llalance .
SO
00
so
15
IS
21 00
Dr.
.21 00
Cr.
JERUSHA JANE JONES.
Sept. IS. To Time :
JERUSHA JAXE JOXES.
Sept. IS. I5y Dressing
' " " Morning and evening
prayers at 30 minutes
" " " X recitations at 3 hours
" " " Music .:
" " " Domestic worlc.........
" " " 3 meals at 30 minutes
" " " J'rivale meditations and
devotions ..
" " " Room work
" " " Care of wardrobe
" " " Hlcen.
SO
oo
0)
00
00
30
SO
no
15
45
00
Balance........
21 00
Now, Mr. Physiologist, does it prove
that a girl is physically incapable of go
ing to school, because she "breaks
down" under u burden about otie-half
greater than a boy's? Is my brain
made of poorer clay because I have not
attained, at the end of a four year's
course, us broad aud thorough scholar
ship as John, who has had live hours
daily, and I how much to give to rec
reation and general culture . Does not
the proverb "all work and no play" ap
ply to me us well us to Jack ?
lilihu Lsurritt is regarded as one or
the remarkable men of the century.
School boys have been pointed to him
as a model of perseverance. Heacouired
i knowledge ot .Latin and l rencli during
his apprenticeship, aud, at the age of
Unity, was master of several lan
guage although a goou mechanic,
working at Ins forge from eight to. ten
hours per day. A woman is expected
to learn aud practice house-keeping, a
trade with its thousand details, far
more difficult tiiau black-smithing, and
then, because she does not muster, so
many languages as a Burritt, must
there ever be before her the fingers of a
man's hand writing upon the wall that
bars her progress, "Mene mcne, telcel
upharsin f" Jerusha J axe Jones.
The Wife of Byron's Grandson.
Many times may be seen at Brighton
a fair woman, upon whose head falls the
sunshine yet from the eastern horizon
of life, whose contours have a girlish
roundness, but whose reatures begin to
show the harsh touch of the chisel of
care. Looking upon her, one would be
lieve her to be a girl yet, for her years
cannot be more than 23 one who has
been a very PyBche of girls, and is not
yet far separated from a radiant, buoy-
atit youth. And yet tins fair woman is
one whose name has been smirched by
one of the most monstrous scaudals of
fashionable English society. She is the
wife of a member of the proudest aris
tocracy in the world, who is heir to two
earldoms, and whose wealth is so great
that he 'himcelf hardly knows its ex-
teut. This is Lord Wentworth, son of
Lad Lovelace, who was "Ada, sole
daughter of my house and heart," of
tlie poet, L.ord liyron. Uy the paternal
line, he will inherit the title aud honors
of Lord Lovelace; by tho maternal, he
came into possession of Ins present one.
Ada Byron, the first Lady Lovelace,
was of a very peculiar temperament,
inheriting from her father the morbid
conditions which in his case were a re
actionary effect of emotional dissipa
tion, but iu hers a constitutional de
pression. Hers was not a happy mar
ried lite, although one free from scandal;
and Lord Lovelace, when he was mis
taken for a servant by the pretty widow
who was afterwards his wife, upon the
hotel steps at Madrid, perhaps felt the
first warmth or the revived emotion
which Lord Byron's pulseless daughter
had chilled to almost death. She trans
mitted a peculiar mental constitution to
her sous. The elder, Lord Ockham, who
would have been Lord Wentworth had
In not died before the title descended
from the elder brunch, in his early
youth abandoned his home, his luxuri
ous habits', and all the refined associa
tions of li is rank, and worked for mouths
in a blacksmith's shop. Later, he mar
ried a publican's daughter, and died
soon after his marriage. Dying child
less, tbe title of Lord Wentworth passed'
over him to Lady Lovelace's second Son,
who now bears it. It is told of the no
bleman that, one evening, going into
the theater, he made a bet with one of
his companions that he would marry
the most beautiful woman at the play
that night. It chanced that tire lovely
daughter of a Newcastle clergyman oc
cupied a stall near the young man, and
before the curtaiu had fallen upon the
drama of that night, the tragedy of
their lives had begun, for Lord Went
worth determined upon the spot to
make the fair girl his wife. Of the sub
sequent appearance of the couple in the
divorce courts, of the shameful charges
broughWagainst the wife, wiio seemed
toiiavlS a lover for every change of the
weather, of the dreadful counter-charges
brought against her husband, who
seemed to have iu him the morbid taint
of his ancestry, all England knows full
well.
Tree-planting is prosecuted energetic
ally in Minnesota. It is estimated that
20,000,000 young trees have been planted
on the prairie land.
National "Woman Suffrage Association.
The National Woman Suffrage Asso
ciation will hold its Ninth Annual Con
vention, in Masonic Hall, New York,
corner Sixth Avenue and Twenty-third
street, May 10th and 11th, 187C.
This Convention, occurring in the
Centennial year of the Republic, will be
a most important one. The underlying
principles ot government will this year
be discussed as never before; both for
eigners and citizens will query as to
now closely this country has lived up to
its own principles. The long-debated
questiou as to the source of the govern
ing power, was answered a century ago
by the famous Declaration of Independ
ence, which shook to the foundation all
recoguized power, and proclaimed the
right of the individual as above all
forms of government; but while thus
declaring itself to be founded on indi
vidual right, this nation has failed to
secure the exercise of their inalienable
right of self-government to one-half the
individuals of the nation. It has held
the women of the nation accountable to
laws they have had no share iu making.
and taught as their one duty, that doc
trine of tyrants unquestioning obedi
ence. Liberty to-day is therefore but the
heritage of one-half the people, aud the
Centennial will be but the celebration
of the independence of one-half the na
tion. The men alone or this country
live in a Republic: the women enter the
second hundred years of national life as
political slaves.
That no structure is stronger than its
weakest point, is a law of mechanics
that will apply equally to government.
In so far as this goverumeet has denied
justice to women, it is weak, and pre
paring ior its own aowuian. All the
insurrections, rebellions, and martyr
doms of history have grown out of de
sire for liberty, and in woman's heart
this desire is as strong as in man's. The
history of this country cannot be writ
ten without mentiou o'f woman; at
every vital time iu the nation's life,
men and women have worked together;
everywhere has woman stood by the
side of father, brother, husband, son, in
defense of liberty. The work of the
women of theRevoIution is well known;
without their aid the Republic could
never have been established; their pa
triotism and sacrifice equaled that of
the men; btitwhile the men have reaped
their reward, women are still suffering
under all the oppressions complained of
in li lb.
The five great principles recognized
in the Declaration of Independence are:
1st. The natural rights of individuals.
2d. The exact equality of those rights.
3d. That rights not delegated by in
dividuals are retained bv individuals.
4th. That no person can exercise the
rights or others without delegated au
thority.
5th. That non-use of rights does not
destroy them.
Under these principles, the rights of
every man, black and white, native
horn and naturalized, have been secured;
but only through equal impartial suf
frage tor all citizens, without distinc
tion of sex, can a true Republican gov
ernment be established.
All persons who believe these princi
ples should be carried out in spirit and
in truth are invited to be present at the
Alay Convention.
Matilda Joslyn Gage,
President.
Susan B. Anthony,
Chalrmuu Executive Committee.
N. B. The New York Stete Woman
Suffrage Association, (organized in 1SG9),
will conduct proceedings the second
day, with view of arranging a vigorous
State campaign.
MRS. L. Devereux Blake,
Acting President.
Susan B. Anthony,
Chairman Executive Committee.
Eleanor Kirk, Secretary.
All communications or contributions
for either society should be addressed to
Lillie Devereux Blake, 10G East 55th
street, New York.
During the twelve years of its exist
ence, the Working Women's Protective
Union has fouud employment for 1010
working women, besides giving helpful
Information and advice to 3388 others.
The object of this society is to promote
the iuterests of those women who ob
tain a livelihood by employment other
than household service, aud especially
to provide them with legal protection
from the frauds and impositions of un
scrupulous employers. Small sums of
money, in the form of temporary Joans,
have been distributed among working
women to meet their immediate and
pressing necessities. These loans have
been made during the last seven years,
and without any pledges, yet their
scrupulous repayment, in a majority of
cases, indicates the honesty of the bor
rowers. Out of over $2145, the actual
deficiency is not more than $25. Legal
prosecutions for the collection of unpaid
wages have beeu made without cost to
working women, tlie total amount ob
tained by the Union as the result of le
gal and other measures being, at tlie
close of last year, over $10,411. Dis
honest employers aud unscrupulous
agents practice numerous frauds upon
poor women, particularly upon seam
stresses; but the very fact of the exist
ence of such a society as the Protective
Union, tends to make many such per
sons practice an enforced honesty for
fear of the results. The officers give
their personal services, and the counsel
of tbe board and legal adviser iu all
prosecutions receives no other compen
sation than the legal lees obtained
through judgment against those who re
sist the rightful claims made in behalf
of working women. The expenses of
the society are borne by the voluntary
contributions of those who approve the
woric.
A drag driven by an elegantly attired
lady, with a trim and neatly dressed
colored boy p.erched on the footman's
seat behind, was espied by an old negro
woman. "Bress de Lord !" she ex
claimed, raising her hands as she
spoke: "Bressde Lord ! I never 'spected
to see- dat. Wouder what dat cullud
young gemtnan pays dat young white
'oraan tur drivin' dat KerndgeY 1
know'd it'd come, but neber 'spected to
see it. Dis uigga's ready to die now,
"Will your Honor please charge the
jury ?" asked an Arkansas lawyer at
the close of a horse-thief trial. "I
will," replied His Honor. "The Court
charges each juryman one dollar for
drinks, and six dollars extra for the one
who used the Court's hat for a spittoon
during the first day of the session."
Protest.
NATIONAL WOMAN SUFFRAGE ASSOCIATION.
To the Men of the United States in Cele
bration oj (he Ration's Centennial
Birthday, Philadelphia, July ith,
187G:
One century ago the walls of Inde
pendence Hall echoed to that famous
"Declaration" of our fathers that
startled the world from Its old dreams of
authority, and proclaimed the individ
ual above all principalities and powers.
The Revolutiouarv heroes of '76 as
serted and re-asserted thesagreat truths:
All men are created free and enual.
with certain inalienable ri slits to life.
liberty, and the pursuit of happiness;"
"taxation witliout representation is
tyranny;" "no just government can be
framed withoutahe consent of the irov-
erned."
Such were the fundamental principles
of the experiment of government they
proposed to try m the JNew -World.
Such are the grand doctrines taught
their sons and daughters through the
century; the texts for our Fourth of
July orations; the mottoes for our ban
ners; the songs for our national music.
Individual rights, individual conscience
aud judgment are our great American
ideas, the cardiual points of our faith in
church aud state, and the soul of our Re
publican government.
Through prolonged discussion, hot
debate, and bloody conflict on the bal-
tlc-tiefd, the men of this generation
have secured for their sex, white and
black, rich and poor, native and for
eign born, the liberty of self-govern
ment, and it well bents them to cele
brate the Centennial birthday of such
sacred rights.
liut the mothers, wives, and dauah-
ters of this Republic have no lot nor pare
in this grand jubilee. They stand to
day where their fathers did when
subjects of King George-""slaves,"
accordiusr to the definition of Ben
jamin lrankliu, "having no voice
in the laws aud rulers that govern
them."
Women are denied the right of self-
government; the most ignorant and de
graded classes or men are their rulers.
Women are denied the right of trial
by a jury of their peers; men, foreign
and native, are their judges and jurors.
Women are taxed without repre
sentation, governed without their con
sent, and now Kings, Emperors, and
Czars from the despotisms of the Old
World are invited here to behold the
worst form of aristocracy the sun ever
shone upon an "aristocracy of sex."
Our rulers may learn a lesson of jus
tice from the very government they re
pudiated a century ago. In England,
women may occupy the highest polit
ical position, fill many offices, aud vote
on a property qualification atall munic
ipal elections, while here the political
status of the (laughters of the pilgrims
is lower than that of the paupers from
the Old World who land on our shores
to vote our taxes and governors.
In view of such degradation of one
half olir people, citizens of a Repub
lic, weprotcst before the assembled na
tions ot the world against the Centen
nial celebration as an occasion for na
tional rejoicing, us only through equal,
impartial suffrage cau a genuine Re
publican form of government be re
alized. With pride we may point the world
to our magnificent domain, our num
berless railroads, our boundless lakes
and rivers, our vast forests and exhaust
less mines, our progress in the arts and
sciences, our inventions in mechanical
and agricultural implements, but in
human rights, how false to our theory
of government we still remain.
The enfranchisement of 20,000,000 of
women is the only act of justice that,
in its magnanimity and magnitude, is
worthy of the occasion you propose to
celebrate the crowuing glory of the
great events of the century.
Deprived of her Child. James P.
Day and his wife, during his lifetime,
had some litigation, in which heclaimed
that a child, which his wife claimed as
theirs, was not so. Iu his will be left
his wife only SI, 000, and that only on
condition that she should not contest
the will. He left $2,000 to his execu
tors to be used to maintain the child,
whom ho described as his "adopted
child," at the Academy of the Holy
Cross, where she then was, or at some
other suitable institution, in their dis
cretion; but all payments were to cease
if his wife attempted to control the
child, or the jchild voluntarily lived
with her. The' matter came up yester
day, on a writ of habeas corpus obtained
by Mrs. Day, before Judge Donohue in
Supreme Court Chambers. TheSuperi
oress of tho Academy produced the
child, now eight years old, and the re
turn set up the will of the father.
Counsel for the Academy claimed that
under the laws of 1S13 tbe father had
the right to dispose of his child during
its minority without regard to tho
wishes of the mother, and that in his
will he had done so. The counsel for
the mother stated that she had no de
sire to remove the child from the Acad
emy, which In view of the smallness of
the provision for her maintenance, was
probably the best place for her. The ob
ject of the proceeding was to procure
access tor the mother to the child, at
proper times, subject to less surveillance
than had hitherto been exercised, and
to have the child occasionally, in time
of vacation, visit her mother for a day
or two. The Court reserved its decision.
A1 Y. Tribune.
Done Enough for his Country.
An old American Revolutiouary soldier
was a Candidate for Congress, and his
opponent was a young man who "had
never been to the wars," and it was the
custom of the old soldier to tell of the
hardships he endured. Said he: "Fel
low citizens, I have fought and bled for
my country. I have helped to whip
the British and the Indians. I have
slept on the field of battle with no other
covering than the canopy of heaven.
I have walked over the frozen ground
until every footstep was marked with
blood." Just about this time, one of
the voters, who had become greatly in
terested in his tale of sufferings, walked
up to the speaker, wiped the tears from
his eyes with the extremity of his coat
tail, and interrupted bim with: "Did
you say you had fout the British In
gins?" "Yes, sir." "Did you say yon
slept on the ground while sarving your
kentry without any kiver?" "Yes,"
replied the speaker, exultantly. "Well,
then," said the tearful speaker, as he
gave a sigh of pent-up emotion, "I
guess I'll vote for t'other fellow, for I'll
be hanged if you hain't done enough
for your country."