s a brother speaking to a younger
sister. The tears fell down her cheeks, upon her folded hands. Her
widely opened eyes seemed to look out into a night of storms.
"Oh, what shall I do?" she moaned. "I wish I was dead--and baby too!"
"Live for the baby--let him help you out."
"Oh, he can't! I don't care enough for him. I wish I was like other
mothers; but I'm not. I can't shut myself up with a baby. I'm too
young."
He saw that. She was seeking the love of a man, not the care of a child.
She had the wifely passion, but not the mother's love. He was silent;
the case baffled him.
"Oh, I wish you could help me. I wish I had you all the time. I do! I
don't care what you think, _I do, I do!_"
"Our home is open to you and baby, too," he said slowly. "My wife knows
about you, and----"
"Who told her--did you?" she flashed out again, angrily, jealously.
"Yes. My wife is my other self," he replied quietly.
She stared at him, breathing heavily, then looked out of the window
again. At last she turned to him. She seemed to refer to his invitation.
"Oh, this terrible land! Oh, I couldn't stay here. I'd go insane.
Perhaps I'm going insane anyway. Don't you think so?"
"No, I think you're a little nervous, that's all."
"Oh! Do you think I'll get my divorce?"
"Certainly, without question."
"Can I wait and go back with you?"
"I shall not return for several days. Perhaps you couldn't bear the wait
in this little town; it's not much like the city."
"Oh, dear! But I can't go about alone. I hate these men, they stare at
me so! I wish I was a man. It's awful to be a woman, don't you think so?
Please don't laugh."
The young lawyer was far from laughing, but this was her only way of
defending herself. These pert, birdlike ways formed her shield against
ridicule and misprision.
He said slowly, "Yes, it's an awful thing to be a woman, but it's an
awful responsibility to be a man."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that we are responsible as the dominant sex for every tragic,
incomplete woman's life."
"Don't you blame Mrs. Shellberg?" she said, forcing him to a concrete
example with savage swiftness.
"No. She had a poor father and a poor husband, and she must earn her own
living some way."
"She could cook, or nurse, or something like that."
"It isn't easy to find opportunity to cook or nurse. If it were as easy
to earn a living in a pure way as it is in a vicious way all men would
be rich and virtuous
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