Show on the waves of chance DY BY F 11 II 1 ANCASTER copyright 1 by dally daily story co I 1 the literary woman was mas playing the oracle to the man of mean means lie ile liked her well enough she was honest though she did have a penchant for putting her thoughts into periods they never agreed out but then it Is sot not always exhilarating to converse with people who say fa only es ami and why by certainly tonight the bono bone of coutt contention utiOn was as the suit made man thero there isn t such a thing she declared I 1 ct et me show you bow how this self manufacturing business appears when ben you ou get it into a focus we really have not rot much say so about what hat we are going to do and what shat wo e are not going to do NN 0 are mash cd ed on shore by the waves 0 chance and because we me were furnished before hand with roots to strike into the soil 11 and because the soil happens to suit stilt the roots wa me stick where we me are tossed make a goodly growth and cry out to all be holdas s see what I 1 have done by my lone self it the tie soil doen t happen to suit our roots wo we shrivel instead of flourishing wo me tap each passerby on the shoulder and whisper to him that this Is the I 1 lords ord a doing he lie interrupted her with an ampa lent tient movement and the woman laughed lazily i not very flattering eh it la is not true truo enough and growing truer every day tnie tace this thi terribly tor dented question of matrimony how many men and women out of a hun dred couples do you suppose sought each other deliberately they just happened to meet and happened to fall in love and happened to marry it the marriage turns out well why it Is their doing it if they drift into tho the divorce court the I 1 ord rats the credit tor for the whole of it 11 mysterious providence she laughed at his disgusted frown you are like all the other women omen of to day he remarked even while you stand before the altar you have the divorce court in clear five tive I 1 am not standing before the altar she cut in dryly and dont expect to be for one long its meet beet while NN hat bat is wore the women who he are flocking to the divorce court aren t the women omen of 0 today to day they are the women of yesterday and last year the sight eight of our 0 ur freedom has made them feel their fetters 1 do boj yo honestly belles u that what that the unmarried woman oman has a better showing in life than the mar ried woman eighty per cent of the divorce suits are brought by women that proves nothing breach of promise suits are alo also brought by i women the literary woman shrugged her shoulders should cn it isn t hul tri nature to know when it Is 0 off then i about divorce just so letter better be a dog and sleep on the door mat than a divorced woman but you and I 1 know krow that there are horribly unhappy married aoma lot lots of them baere Tit jere are women omen in all walka alks of life granted but when the weather crows gross too foul far the single woman omen A tonight to the bone of contention was the relf made man the she can blow out her light the mother must live for her children the nan man of mean means cot got up and kick ed the ing log in gloomy ab trac tic le you claim la in all ali sincerity that the self supporting woman Is the happiest on the average you have aid said that even it ahe she loved tae tie roan man who loved her a woman would be un w so e to marry oh it the he loves him she ho had better marry him not because it will be the beet best t thin hinc for her but because if the ho t she he will go through life con convinced that she has missed the biggest thing in it it it st L Is familiar with mith that saying of george pilots about the folly of expecting expect InK trees lopped of their braedt branches in youth to be anything but gnarled and ugly in their old age she III easily grow to belfer that she li N more or lees less mutilated milti and anti let lit grow lopsided at her le lattie self pity la Is a dangerous darg erous element to introduce into any life when an u for all forma forms of self indulgence and indolence stands ready at our elbow the chances arc are a thousand to one that m we e will he be self indulgent and indolent to bit tho the band and even though a noman oman may be saroun berou h to go 1 on living a straight honest life she never quite rita 0 over ver a mishap of t the he heart uon don t yon you bellei e that no he with a rough laugh I 1 hav reen too many women recover from heartbreaks heart breaks or think that you have sho she sug bug IM 4 A i ja looked down angrily into her smiling face I 1 doubt it if even your astuteness can gay say what Is in a sealed can that Is not labeled there Is nothing of the sealed can about a woman a heart he said and there was a nasty nast slur in bis his tone that fired the literary woman oman s blood you know no so much listen to this from the pin of a woman oman who all unite to call strong and coa contented tented she took a written from the drawer rawer and ran her eye oyer it search angly hero it Is perhaps it Is in me to do better work and more of it but idon I 1 dont t know bate F ate downed me years ago and her grip Is still on my throat N W here I 1 eee tee others leal leai and stand upright there Is for me only spasmodic ineffectual efforts to get upon my feet still living on the back Is not such an position ai an a grip rip never annoys un less one struggles against it and I 1 gave up strai gling long ago the man of means turned upon her eagerly who wrote that letter that a none of your business she are you satisfied as to your skill I 1 insist on knowing who wrote that letter insist as much as you please bulnes Rul nes as women do rot betray con sciences ho lie stood up and looked down an into her smiling face if it I 1 told you that alt all my hopes of now and hereafter depended upon see ing lug that signature would you show it to 10 met me 1 am afraid I 1 could scarcely credit such a rash statement oh you can believe it it Is true enough lie fal faed ed around and stared at the fre when he spoke again hi his tones tone betrayed betray cd intense disgust I 1 would not give thirty cents for the heart and soul of all the business 1 women la the world rut jut together I 1 didn dian t know it was up for auction she commented he lie turned upon her savagely Y once more will you tell me who wrote that lett letter ert bonsby will you scoot listen to me he thundered I 1 sit ti ting ng there in your inane imbecility you u are holding the happiness of two lives I 1 shall try to hold them tight ahe she murmured you will not show ane that signa migna lure I 1 will go to her without see ing it dont you suppose that I 1 know there Is but one oman in the erld enough to pen euch such worda as a those the literary woman laughed as the door banged viciously and to think that it wail one ot of my own little creatures that wrote them well I 1 dare bay say he and lou make up that long standing ie le of 0 theire theirs cow now that wave i elance has washed them together and then as though she he udd ecly felt the need of something strong she enok up the r p ip r at he elbow and read maln ti 11 1 4 t ot 1 I A man mug must lit sit on his own alt salt lack sack 11 to o iral auty then be he mut must walk in the path whereto the fates kick him kilimet then he must gather athar ull till the red and blue blos boms u along the say ay jd ad hold als ls I 1 ead head high and breathe deep und whistle at the stars and keep alray from churchyards a and nd laugh so merrily as he may cheerfulness for the rest there ie Is no roan man that mav w walk a against g n e t the be high 9 h w waves a v e s 0 of f the the s sea e a lic na nor c rai r rather a t her thistle s t ie d down 0 w n 1 la a the e wind nor plant cabbage in granite |