St. Louis Post-Dispatch
May 7, 1911

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Nica Baperiences wife had preferred to do her entertained the in the home of a sick Sohinhes and she really needed the Post-Dispatch Situa- tion Wants gave her a list of a dozen to The one selected proved so sat- isfactory that she made a regular engage- et ers: “ . Bs ‘ ra F OE Re ee ES ay es . ee ted EL TS tae LS OA AT Pg i) ‘ meat ¥en N % Ee ee . ‘ ees wy pH ae, Pet Ws s ¢ , ey why Rata? . Nir Kou = % ye fp * Pog a ag oe. % ‘ Z ie ee Roe eee be P a j “ : xi St ats . ms qe SS COLONEL ENRGREEN -----. SKETCHED FRory 1 FR BY Fe geen scraped up through correspondence that have turned‘ out alright. Persistent Cleveland Woman. éC HERE is one woman who write to me T from Cleveland. She writes every week, and I confess I’ve almost got 80 I look for thosé letters, She never has received the slightest notice from me. She proposed, ac- cepted and began niaking preparations for the wedding. She writes of her plans for the house, the color schemes and arrangement of this room and that and the sort of home life we are to have. She talks of ‘our money.’ She is at the stage now where she is describing her trousseau in detafl. She has not set the date yet, but. says ‘just any time when I can sparé a day to run over to Cleveland, she will meet me at the train and we will go straight to the church and be mar- ried. She writes quite as I should imagine any woman would write to the man she is to marry.” He laughed a large, mellow laugh as he relat this. He is the kind of nian who admires the sort of breeziness this Ohio maid displays, and I feel sure she has made an impression. 6 READ a charming fiction story,” I re J mareet, st» watch « man ret fat ‘self as a professional love ietter writer.” - Jove with a girl who had advertised her- “Lora! 1 never. © cell fall: in love with thie PE SS * h rite : » let- \ think?” I suggested. ters. Sometimes I have to pay 8 cents overdue postage. Think of going through life being obliged to read such long letters from your wife!” And the millionaire laughed again. “She must be crazy, this woman, don’t you “You think she is crazy because she likes my looks?’’ was the Colonel’s prompt retort. Well, I quickly was punished for the faux pas I had made. “Crazy or/ not,” the Colonel continued, “the only other kind of women I meet nowadays are these hobble-skirted, gad-about, club-going, worldly, mercenary, ambitious, suffragette kind of women. at the tag end.” “You are not in favor of equal suffrage. then?” The Colonel’s eyes flashed and the rays were multiplied ~~ the lenses of his thick eye- glasses. “Are you a suffragist? Well, I am surprised at you!”’ he exclaimed. ‘“‘My: dear young lady, you should exert your influence to encourage the home, not to drag women into public life.” “Well, but women want suffrage for the very purpose of benefiting theif homes,” I protested. “Not the ones I see Mrs, Belmont and. her crowd having meetings and hanging on street corners.” Mother Is Kind-Hearted. rT UT if we once had the. ballot, you know 5 it would only subtract a few moments from one’s home affairs to go to the polls and cast a ballot,” I contended. “The last time I voted, it required only five minutes to vote, but it was six hours before I got home with all the saloons I had to visit,” he replied. The Colonel is something of a politician in Tex- as, I believe. “Doesn’t your mother favor suffrage?” I asked. “That shows how little you know my mother,” replied the Colonel. “But then how could you? One of the very reasons she crawls into her shell and lives over in Hoboken is to escape you re- porters. And of course, she is grossly misrepre- sented and misjudged. You might wait around her office for six months and never get a word with her professionally. But if you told her you had a headache or a toothache, why, she’d be just like any other woman. I’ve seen her sit up all night with a sick dog. She’s always right there \with a lot of old woman’s remedies that she has tried herself. Is Noft*’a Spoiled Son. oW HEN she leaves her office her whole interest is centered in her home. My mother has been a most ex- cellent mother ‘to my sister and me. One of her first principles wag not to spoil her son. She sent me to Texas to shift for myself. And, look at me.” He drew himself up to his full height and proved a most superior demonstration, “My mother does not believe in woman suf- frage and here’s the reason why. I think it would spoil the women but she thinks it would spoil the men. It makes a man more manly to have some one lean on him, she thinks, She says there must be something in man for wom- an to look up to or the family will cease. Place them on equal terms and she will look down upon him soon enough. - She already does. De- prive him of his power to make the laws and you deprive him of almost the last advantage which is left him.” "Te POON’? Lage yout CAN Get ADIWORE — ss. a

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“Of course your mother is a most unusual woman, but don’t you think there are other wom- en peculiarly fitted for worldly careers?” I asked. “Never have seen one. We have women in our offices but only for their refining influences. Put a woman jn an office and the men don't come to work drunk. The result is same as put- ting a carpet on the floor to ke@® the men from spitting. You don’t have to imag up a lot of rules.” ar Women “N. G.” in Business. 66 UT aren’t they inefficient?” ' B “No, never,” rejoined the Colonel. “Not in business. Yet they have s0 much more efficiency in other diféctions in their own sphere. They provide that something that is needed to balance the materiality of men. I don’t know what it is, but if\js needed mote and more every day as we. grow more com- mercial. It’s something you can’t buy. You know you may furnish a room expensively and artistically but it isn’t a room to be lived# unless there is a vase of flowers or some ft touch placed there by loving hands. Osc thing money seems to deprive you of,” 4 musingly,, ,: “Still, it seems to me a pity that you~ with your fine and rare appreciation of domesticity, should not be rewarded,” said I. Yes, my sym- -‘pathies had undergone a complete change. “I know there are many nice girls who an- swer .your description. If you were to go incognito you’d soon meet the right one.” = a “OR YOO ANCEL™

ge “Me go incognito!” He had oat come fi posing for numerous newsp > who had asked him to step ¢ pas whereupon he had remathets. to have a royalty on all these wield? T the subject for. Shuns an Introduction. 6¢y THOUGHT ra slip into st. mt [ on again without my pres known and I had a great scheme 1 guise fixed up with my ggcretary there, fore I'd got to the Union Station a reporter buttonholed me.” Z All this time the germ of an idea propagating in my head. Just now = “Colonel,” I began, “I know just the n If I should tell her you were @ poor introduced you”—— The Colonel distinctly backed away. “To tell you the truth,” he said, “TI dot any of them. I've been stung I | neareat I ever came to marrying was t0 the nicest girls you ever saw. One @ was to call upon her and I arrived earlier than I was expected, 1f self being discussed. ‘I’m afraid to ) marry. him. I’ve heard tales about him,” mother was saying. ‘Oh, yes I pins pretty wild’ this nice girl replied, ‘bu I’m going to marry him and if I don’t 1 I can get a divorce.’ Why, it isn’t my MONEY they want me for. It’s ALIMONY. ” ey