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Show A GLIMPSE OF A WESTERN WOMAN. Mrs. Charles A. Towne, the Wife of the Populist Nominee, is Typical of the Progressive Country. "Western women," quoth a Gotham-ite. Gotham-ite. "amaze me. At the age of 35 they have done more than we eastern women wo-men ever hope to accomplish iu a lifetime. life-time. "At 15," continued she. " a western west-ern girl has nearly completed her education edu-cation and is ready for her finishing touches. At 18 shhe has learned ail she needs to know and has graduate 1 at three schools. Probably she speaKS one or two languages, besides ner own, nd ten to one sh.- knows ov to cook. She has something of a. musical education edu-cation and under 5r-iii;s art. -. "At 20 she is more- titan versatile .nd can talk about anything from washing a baby to the latest picture. Six; knows English literature to the last book out, and is Well im on ihn nr.ni'inrin. tion. If j-ne stays singi-i she goes on with her studies, and even it she marries mar-ries she continues to proc Mrs. Charles A. Towne, whose husband hus-band was nominated the other di.y in Dakota on the Populist ticket, j support sup-port William J. Bryan, is a western woman, highly typical of her part of the country, and one of those who could amaze the Gothamite with her progress. When the convention met in Dakota Mrs. Towne declared that she did not care whether her husband received the nomination for the vice-presidency or not. It pleased her sufficiently to know that he had earned a place in public favor and delierhted her to think that he held so fast to his principles. Be-vond Be-vond that she did not care, but if the people wanted to nominated him, that was a different thing. Everybody knows now the way the name of Towne swept the hall, when the nomination for the Populist vice-president was mentioned. And when the news was flashed back to Duluth no one was as delighted as Mrs. Towne, who felt that, after all, it was the just desert of a good man. A PROGRESSIVE LIFE. Fourteen years ago Maude Irene Wiley was one of the belles of Lansing. Lan-sing. Mich. Charles A. Towne was then a building lawyer of that city, and people thought that he did very well indeed when he secured the hand of pretty Miss Wiley, who had more su.t-ors su.t-ors than she could manage. Miss Wiley was the graduate of an Indiana college and had taken a special course in music at which she was proficient. pro-ficient. She was also an art'st of fin-abilities, fin-abilities, and, for a time, thought cf pursuing her art in the best schools abroad. While studying these twa great Drofessions she had not n-?s lected the languages and was a French scholar capable of speaking the language lan-guage like a Parisian. Such was the young woman whom C harles A. Towne captu.'ji in Michigan thirteen year3 ago. After their removal to Duluth in lfH", when Mr. Towne came prominently before be-fore the public, Mrs. Towne devoted herself more enthusiastically to Aork of a semi-public character. She began an energetic club life, half profess onal and half social, and soon made the names of the clubs to whicn she devoted de-voted her efforts, known all over the country. She founded literary and art clubs, she joined oil c!ub3 and brought them into prominence; she used her vast resources to the development of the best of everything in-the artistic world and soon her -fforts were crowned by raor; than success. Today To-day you will not find better clu!-s th;in flourish In Duluth and none have the wealth of art and literature which certain cer-tain clubs in Duluth boast. Mrs. Tow.ie .s also an active worekr in politics. She has opinions ;;ud the courage to voice them. She accompanies accompa-nies her husband on hi.' iiolitical trips and talks over his speeches with limit lim-it is said that she has b-en known to write them, but this sh? denes. Mrs. Towne. besides b-ittsr p -res3-.. ,o t1(.1!v. two -'bu'ss t dom travel together. She dre33es ele-gtmtly, ele-gtmtly, and her gowns-are models of correctness. No woman, east or west, is mors entertainin.1; than she, none more typical of the best type of American Amer-ican woman. ; lr:p bit I ft TOWTte, V 1ft J mother teaches her children to love the , saints, to cling to. the Cross. to offer flowers and other gifts, even themselves (if called), to the Church. Over her children's cots are .spread, as she believes, the wings -of their Guardian Guar-dian Angels. At their heads she places the branch of blessed palm. And how mother loves us! When some wee lamb is folded, mother never forgets it, though it is under a daisy counterpane. The little shoes are standing unworn; the cot is empty; but mother remembers. She believes that Nightly it comes down Heaven's bright stair, Light on its face and Gold in its hair, Untouched by sorrow, i Unhurt by care. As are the Angels, Lily-white, fair. 'There was p. mother who lost her little boy, and who (when he was but a memory to others) used to kiss the scratches he had made on a chest of drawers and his handwriting on the wall. Sonnie was unforgotten. "I was not with him (or her) when he (or she) crossed the bar," says a Catholic mother whose child has put out to sea without her. , Even so. But the Spiritual Mother that Great Mother whose arms can hold the bond and the free, the saint and the repentant sinner was present In the person of one of her priests, and the Mother of Jesus was there also, ready to bear the petition of the paling lips which, asked for the wine of the Kingdom of God the wine of eternal life. The Church needs (and has) saints as a proof of her holiness, and, as we all know, some mothers have been saint-makers as well as saint-givers. saint-givers. Of such was the mother of Cyriac, when 3he encouraged him to bear his scourging; of such was Monica, Mon-ica, when she continually prayed for Augustine; of such are those who pray and watch for their prodigals, with hopes and fasts and tears, and who, when they have gained the rest appointed, ap-pointed, still watch for him through the "Everlasting Gates," because they think that he will try to spend a long eternity with mother in the heavenly home. |