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Show Novelist Talks of Women . i : Br M4K1A Wal-r NBW YOKK-, July !. I am Juat recovering from a eerla of shocks which knocked me aJmost brsathlrss from a ooa versa t Ion with fcli a Li. Vere Tyler, novelist and short sturv wrlMr Just because I Siartfd ttic coneraaClva along the fai.nisitv route. . . . . I k aaw Vrs. Tvter had opposed womiin sutfrags. but I ws s-vrc-l pren&red (or tMs first bomb: "Man haa never taken woman a effone In the liit IJettual or tn'i'ts-trial tn'i'ts-trial world aerlouety bsreuae. analytlcailv eonswiered. hr i ((oris hav never imounCrd to anythtna. Before I couiJ recover from that, ahs conttnued: "Mas regsrds woman's wo-man's efforts outsids the no me with no more perturbation than tha ocean would regard the tempests of a swollen river the ocean will roil on, the river will subside." Well. I bsve recovered eufflHeutly lo go on with the battery of rg-marka rg-marka Mrs Tyler ehot at me In n.y heipl-es atate as, an Interviewer. When she finished sha left me wKh the following summary of her opinion opin-ion a. of the pieces la wli. se L-lievee L-lievee man aad woman belong. WHEIH VOU BKUNU. (let your smelling ealta handy dear slsiera take a daegr araatk aad r""tiod areatad maa nlne-tenthe fleeh to work. He create a woman nine -tenths spirit to ruie the wo--, The home baaed opoa the old marriage vow of love, honor and obey waa a He hut the most beau-! tlous Me and the best thing civilisation civilisa-tion has aver known. "Man la woman e natural victim.1 then her alave. Her whole life. should be spent In nuking him wot. "Maa likes lo be loved by woman, fooled by her. bled by her. and even ruined by her; but ba doesa I want her peeing as man. 1 T know of no really great hook written by a woman. here is no female Eplcteme or; ' Bernard thaw, no female haaknr '. epeare or KpHag. ! h leant a eopf The only great thing womaa has given tha world la a grwat maa. I "U nman Is .greater than man. but sha la nut mini equal when it Icomee ' to aaoving the world. "Maa la great Intellect uatly and materially, woatan aplrltually aau i conaplcuously. "Man ia the eun. bringing thlnrs 'out Womsa Is the moon, lighting them up In he dark hours. Whew la out of breath again. The amellng ealta Now I caa go oa and add a few aarpiattatory remarks of Mra Tyler a AM D BTCN HOILKI -There Ua't an edifice gf and lag. Qr a real business going oa that waa not built by man entirely Indtfiea-dent Indtfiea-dent of woman. "Man dotin't discredit atoman en account of thle, because hs knows aha waa not Intended for thie kind of wwrk." Somehow or other I waa able to summon enough atrength to ask Mrs. Tyler why, since she had so little fe,uh In woman a efforts, she herself is a woVker. "1 work re more aeriously than the womaa wrx sews and aeils her wares." ane replied, "h-nnii women have a passion for eri'broitl-rv in iik. I have a paeaion for embroidery embroid-ery la words. "J.eaiUes," ahe conchided. "writing a reil'V a houaehoHl occu rsr n,n It reann-S no more outside w'ltk th.n m. kin Vahy r'"'-rS. I hasien to make fnone tfttn my pamiine, t-'tt If 1 didn't I would conliaue it lmi the same." Mrs. Tler la a Virginian, with the chaw acti iai 13 chinn and of nnner of tnetypical pouthirncr. f Mn II UK'S M ti LB k e 1'ba fnCs-rindcr. Th-re was a maa In our town Ubof name was Simon Mlick. Hs owned a mule with dreamy es; h, hew that mule would Kick! Had shut ana eye aad aaske hla tail; He'd groat yea with a smile: Then he would telegraph hia leg And raise yoa half a mile. Ha would kick aa aulck aa lightning; light-ning; ' Ha had an Iron k; He was Just the thing to have around To tame our mother-in-law. His skin wss gutta perch a. k Ills hoof was bard as lead; Hs would raise you like a feather I And eland you oa our bead. I Ha kicked a feather from a goose,! And broke an etephant'a back; He slopped a Texas railway trala And kicked It off the tra k. He bit a Thotnii cat in two. And pulverised a hog; He d laser t rd seven Cn ins men And killed a yellow dog. Ho e'opped a steamboat with his ' head . . j And kuked It out of rht. 1 He kicked the skating rin-t apart ' At nine tflo.li one mkI'I, i The ikatere atandtng n ih-ir hd Wre aaep'ng fr their t-reath j lie poked his bind foot don a hta throat And kicked himeelf ta death. j |