Billboard (Jul-Dec 1898) . the same time, whichset them to giggling Shes not there, finally came in astage whisper from Tom. I told you she went down townearly this morning, said Rob. No. you never, replied his brother,good naturedly. And this point beingleft unargued, they invaded the room. It was not a bed chamber, but the It is a pitiful shame, said the pret-tier one: for of two women one is al-ways the prettier, that we can nothave perfect liberty in that as well asin everything. Of course I want suf-frage, but reform must not stop want liberty in all things. It isa burning outrag
Billboard (Jul-Dec 1898) . the same time, whichset them to giggling Shes not there, finally came in astage whisper from Tom. I told you she went down townearly this morning, said Rob. No. you never, replied his brother,good naturedly. And this point beingleft unargued, they invaded the room. It was not a bed chamber, but the It is a pitiful shame, said the pret-tier one: for of two women one is al-ways the prettier, that we can nothave perfect liberty in that as well asin everything. Of course I want suf-frage, but reform must not stop want liberty in all things. It isa burning outrage. Madeline, the waywe women are restricted. Why, if aman loves a woman, he has a right totell her so; to show it to the wholeworld, and is considered more manlyfor doing so. On the other band, If awoman loves a man, she must act thehypocrite; must pretend that she doesnot; but assume an indifference; mustdeny it, and be ashamed of it, eventhough her heart should break. and it is the way one must do,. *In imagination, she saw him reading fcer epistle to some other woman.* literary study of a lady writer, forMadeline Grey affected to write forthe magazines and papers, and had aroom set apart for that purpose, whereheavens first law was painfully dis-carded. The boys looked around and sniffedat things contemptuously. The Superiority of Women. readTom. from the first page of a manu-script tied together with blue wonder if thats a story, and howit ends. I bet it Is poky. I wonderwhy Madeline dont write Indian sto-ries that a fellowd care to read. Well, come on. said Robert, wehavent time to read stories now. anyhow. even if she could write get back before we are done, ifyou dont help. And then, with incessant giggling,such as children some times carry accomplished their purpose, andretreated just in time to escape beingcaught by their returning sister. Madeline came up to her study,bringing with her a person who washer particular fr
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