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in himself more and more in proportion as his hat well down over his eyes, he passed into the old chum, who after his marriage and return to street, and walked in the direction of his friend's the city urged him to spend an occasional even- house. ing with him and his wife. But he continued Upon being admitted, and informing the serinflexible, and so remained to his friend's Lizzie vant who he was, he was shown into a room an invisible although real personage, whom she where lay the dead wife. always spoke of as “ Poor Dick!” Often in mo- By her side, like a statue, stood James. Lane ments of reflection she half regretted having approached him, and, standing a little distance been the means of estranging the two men, and removed, looked for the first time on Lizzie's face. rendering the life of one so lonely and gloomy. The dignity death had added to the sweetness it In her impulsive moods she formed many a wore in life held him as if entranced. He began scheme for going to Dick himself and pleading to comprehend in a vague way the source of defor a renewal of the old-time intimacy; but her light her face must have been to her husband. plans ended, as did James's attempts, in nothing If any bitterness had been in his heart toward more effectual than a sigh and “ Poor Dick!” her it vanished in this supreme moment. When This state of things remained unchanged until at he turned to James, who seemed all unheedful of the end of a year James and Lizzie had a daugh- his presence, he was startled at the change that ter born to them. When the baby was a week had passed over him, so rapid and terrible is the old they decided she should be named Ri- work that suffering sometimes in a few hours carda.

achieves. At that sight of him all his old symThat's as near being Richard as a girl can pathy and love for his comrade overflowed in his hope to come,” laughed James. “If this little heart, filled his eyes, and trembled on his lips. cherub does not bring poor Uncle Dick to his Putting his hand on his shoulder, he could only senses we will give him up for good, or for bad command himself to speak the one word, “ Jim.” rather."

But that was enough. The touch of his hand Lizzie was already beginning to grow strong and the tone of his voice were the stricken man's again, and James made a final appeal to his friend salvation. Tears for the first time found their to come and do homage to his little namesake; way to soften the anguish in his eyes, and to but Dick did not come.

melt the tension that seemed to bind his brain A few days after this Lizzie complained of like a vise. feeling ill; the physician came, and, leaving some

“ Poor Dick!” he sobbed, and the two men trifiing remedy, predicted that her ill feeling were in each other's embrace. In this moment would pass off in a short time. But she con- of strength yielding to tears and tenderness, the tinued to grow worse, and late in the evening old bond of union was welded anew. her husband hurried away again for the doctor. For many days thereafter Mygatt James • When he returned he found his wife dead in her seemed like a hopelessly broken man. It was nurse's arms.

Dick who attended to the funeral, and went with The blow had come too suddenly and unex- him to bear back to the little New England pectedly for him to feel the sharpness of the pain church from where a year before he had led her in that moment. Numbed and paralyzed, he fell a happy bride the now dead wife and mother, to by her bedside, stretching his arms helplessly listen to the sad burial service, and to lay the across her body. After a time some friends precious form away in the cold earth of the early gathered in the room, and the stricken man was winter. And it was Dick who, after their rehelped to his feet. He staggered against the turn, found a cozy house, into which they all wall, his face white as the dead one before him, went to live-little Ricarda, her nurse, James, and, slowly drawing his hand across his brow as and himself. if to sweep away some terrible vision, he sank

II. into a chair with a great sob—the echo of a heart-break.

RICHARD LANE had predicted truly, so far Some hours later, as the cold gray dawn was as his friend was concerned, that no man passed breaking, James wrote on a card the three words, through the matrimonial gate who ever returned “ Lizzie is dead," and sent a messenger with it the same man as before. Although Mygatt to Lane's room. Dick read the message, and James recovered his old strength, and fulfilled sat for some time absorbed in reverie. A sense his daily round of duties with his characteristic of remorse stole into his heart, and pierced it quickness and energy, he was still a very greatly like a dagger. He looked at the clock over the changed man. There were but rare intervals chimney, and his eye fell upon a calendar. when appeared any gleam of his old-time light

"It is still November,” he said. “ Poor ness and gayety. From out the gay, light-heartJim!” and drawing on his cloak, and pulling his ed, and dashing gallant had been born a grave,

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sober, dignified man, courteous, reserved, neat, and some plan must be hit upon in order for her
and quiet in his dress, and bearing himself to- not to lose this primal grace of motion, as in the
ward others with a thoughtful kindness that transition from girlhood to womanhood the art
seemed ineffable in its sweetness. Richard somehow seems to be lost. Perhaps 'tis the long
Lane, too, had changed, but in a reverse way. frock, the petticoat that works the mischief. At
He had grown daily more youthful in spirit, and all events, we will keep her for many a year yet
had displayed more than ever before the vivacity in the clipped skirts of an English touriste."
and frolicsomeness that rightly belong to the “I am afraid,” observed her father, " that in
young, but which had prematurely parted with your symmetrical education her character will be
him to give room to gravity and seriousness. so evenly and smoothly developed as to have no
This change in him may have been the result of projections left in it on which to hang a marked
an unconscious effort on his part to cheer and idea. For my part, I like enough of ruggedness,
brighten his friend, or have come from the com- even in a woman's character, to give her indi-
panionship of Ricarda, who had grown to be as viduality and save her from insipidity."
dear to him, he fancied, as she was to her father. “ Yea, Jim, and so do I; but I've a horror
Healthy and pretty from the day of her birth, of bigotry, and bigotry is a one idea run into
she had daily grown more and more winsome, the ground or the moon. Look at the girls
and so wild with joyous life as to sometimes whose entire teens are poured into music like
cause her father to sigh, who seemed never to candles into a mold—a lead-pencil-shaped exist-
forget at what a costly price she had come to ence—in which everything is directed to thump-

ing keys. When I join the army of reformers I
“We will do everything for her ourselves,” shall move' for a society to save young girls
Dick in his enthusiasm would often say. “When from the maw of the music-teacher, the martyr-
a man who has taste chooses to exercise it, it is dom of the piano, which consumes their years
always better than a woman's. So little Sister for study, leaving nine tenths of them at twenty
Ricarda will be the most exquisitely robed of all mere mechanical performers of trash, with no
maidens who have ever been born.” And his power to add anything to the real value of music,
eyes grew critical and observant, like a mother's, and which as an art is soon lost if not made pro-
to note children's costumes. But his keen sense fessional.”
of fitness kept him always within the realm of • He who loves not music is a beast of one

speciesø” smilingly quoted James. “She is too dainty for gewgaws,” he would “Yes, and he who overloves it is a beast of say when the nurse and father would yield to the another, whose brain is smaller than a nightinchild's whims for necklace, and ear-rings, and ar- gale's, and his heart than a lizard's,'” quickly tificial flowers with which she saw other children added Lane. “I think it well enough for a girl tricked out.

to know enough of music, if she learns it readily, “ You are not a young heathen, dearie, to to amuse herself; but to expect her to apply have holes punched through your ears,” he would herself to that for which she has no special gesay to her—for she was already five years old — nius is a robbery of her birthright. It is just as ' and you are to grow up free and brave, and bad as to require the same thing of boys, alchains on your neck and arms will not do, for though there is more sense in teaching them musuch things are for slaves. But you may have sic than girls, because they keep up their practice all the roses-all the real live roses your arms better.” can hold, and stick them where you please; but “ It is a well-known fact,” observed James, never the made roses that only smell of the with a humorous hint at sarcasm, “that no indipaint-pot." And, as Dick was odd judge” in viduals are so capable of rightly bending the the case, his decisions ruled.

twig' as maids and bachelors. If but their Naturally, as time passed on, and Ricarda theories could be carried out, the children of this was nearing her tenth year, the question of her world would be models." education became a not infrequent topic of dis- “And there's more truth than sarcasm in cussion between the two men.

that, too!” retorted Dick. “Parents are blinded “If she is to be our ideal woman,” said Dick, and biased by parental fondness and prejudice, "she must turn all her faces to the sun,' in order while uncles and aunts' observe with clearer to be symmetrically developed. She must be judgment. In ninety-nine cases out of a hunstrong-minded, but not masculine-minded. he dred a child makes simpletons of the father and must know Greek and French, physiology and mother, who hold it up to the world with faces Kent's Commentaries—something, perhaps, of inflated with pride, crying, 'Ecce homo!' as music and art; know how to sew, talk, and walk. though infants were not the commonest product She knows now, as all children do, how to walk, in the world, and the least interesting.”


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“ But, after all, Dick, to be a wife and mother alphabet. He likes things to be taken for granted. seems to be the ultimatum in a woman's life, and, He wants his wife to accept his ‘unutterable deas Ricarda will undoubtedly one day be one or votions' as the man did who pinned his prayers both, should not her education be directed with at the head of his bed, and upon retiring and risthat in view ?"

ing would say, “Lord, behold my sentiments.' "I don't see what that should have to do in So I hold that if a woman has an aim in life, disshaping it. Make her first as complete a woman tinct from love, but consonant with it, she will as we can, and let the marriage business take be the happier as a wife, and give her husband care of itself. I have the greatest admiration more happiness too, because she is made by it for some of those old Italians and Hollanders more companionable. Love feeding continually who made learned women of their daughters- upon itself must consume itself. learned beyond anything we have nowadays. I thing else, it must have space, air, and soil, in confess I don't like to converse much with wo- which to strike deep and broad its roots, and men. If our talk touches upon anything of mag- shake out its branches to the sun. The differnitude, I am constantly in fear of going beyond ence between the love of a woman broad cultheir depth. If they are professional women, ture and that of one who knows nothing but to and really know one thing well, they become so love, and wants to do nothing but to love, is like outrageously like men in their petty jealousies of that between an oak in an open field and a Others of their ilk as to be intolerable. And a Jerusalem cherry-tree in a geranium-pot.” woman, above all things, should be large-hearted James smiled quietly throughout his friend's and gracious.”

talk, and then said : "I haven't observed that literary women are “It is clear that you have never been afflicted narrow and jealous. There are Mrs. Browning, with a grande passion, Dick." George Eliot, Sand, Martineau, and women of No, and I never want to be. People of the that class."

grande passion sort are the ones who get di“True ; neither are scientific women like vorces. They rise in love, instead of fall in itSomerville or Herschel. Neither are lawyers, their head is first immersed, and they're made preachers, nor authors eternally at sword-point, blind, deaf, and dumb, to everything else. I'd attacking each other's methods. But look at rather get it as the Baptist does his immersion, artists, musicians, and doctors ! It is strange feet first.” that what is supposed to refine and elevate the As regards the Hemans theory," said James, race, and ameliorate its hideousness and pain, "you might go further, and pronounce love, being should make of its masters such cats and dogs." ‘in man's life a thing apart,' as fallacious, as I

"Perhaps Ricarda will have a scientific turn," know it so to be. A man's life is spun of many said her father.

threads, but lying underneath-it may be from "I hope so," replied Dick; "a turn for some- view—but interweaving and brightening all the thing that will save her from the Hemans theory others, it runs like a band of gold, the one strong, of love, 'tis woman's whole existence.' I'm not enduring, unrusted, and unfading thread among an experienced fellow, as you know, Jim, but, in them. I suppose there are as many theories of thinking a good deal about Ricarda's future, I the ideal woman now—of the Venus of to-dayhave speculated and observed not a little; and as in the olden times. While your Italian prince one conclusion that I've arrived at is this : in makes a savante of his daughter, an Austrian marriage a woman is placed at great disadvan- nobleman educates his protégée on an entirely tage compared with her husband, because her different plan: he removes from her everything all is staked on love, while his is not. This practical, teaches her only illusions and to delude; makes the balance between them uneven. She to fit through life like a butterfly resting upon goes up, gushes over, and for the first six months nothing more than a flower; to sing, to love, to wonders, and has her little spells of weeping at display her beauty, and to do all with an enher husband's comparative indifference for the traînement, for 'life is short, and time flees.' demonstrations attending love-making. Because Although some great men have married their he doesn't kiss, caress, and shower upon her en- cooks, and others their housemaids, yet I appre

I dearing epithets every other moment, he falls hend they found in those women the very kind of short of her ideal of things, and she thinks some- companionship or comradeship they most needed, thing is wrong, and it is only after a long and and which they nowhere else found. Just what painful experience that she learns that, while he it is in a woman that endears her beyond all exloves as deeply as does she, there are also for pression to a man, is the subtilest of all things. him other things in life to be thought of. He It can not be defined, and while emanating from may be as deep in love as water in a well, yet he a hundred sources, maybe, can not be said to be tires of a daily going through with the love the product of any one of them. All women are


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lovable to all men in some degree. I never saw out like a star in the night, we find that it has one yet, no matter how debauched in life, in been her father who has polished her to splendor, whom I could not find something to love. I re- and never her mother. When a woman has exmember that my mother and my wife were wo- erted herself in anybody's behalf it has been for men; that all we have of good in us we owe to

If she snatched anybody from the bulthe love of women for us. We must do all we rushes, it was a Moses; if she saved anybody's can to elevate the standard of women, because head from the tomahawk, 'twas a John Smith's. upon their nobility rests our manhood. I believe She's an unaccountable piece, Jim. I reckon the that. And at the same time I believe that the fellow who fights shy of her shows the better development of a woman, in character and life, part of valor.—Hello, Ricarda !” He sprang fordepends largely upon the perfectness of her rela- ward with outstretched arms, as the child bounded tions to man as wife and mother. You never in for her good-night kisses. You're a second knew Lizzie, and so could form no idea of what little Mrs. Browning, all eyes and curls. We it was in her that so bound me to her, and will have been talking about great women like her, always bind me. She was a country girl with- and sweet souls like you, and all sorts of women. out liberal opportunities for education; refined in Now, what kind of a woman do you mean to be manners, taste, and speech. She was trusting, —to be a chemist like papa, a banker like Uncle loving, and true to those she could trust; had a Dick, a cook, or a baker, or candlestick-maker?” nice discrimination of character, and did not “I think I'll be a Catholic priest,” merrily hesitate to manifest her likes and dislikes. She laughed the child. “My bonne says they sit in a was accomplished in all household duties; was box, and people come to them and tell them diligent, discreet, modest. That was what she everything they do. After a while I'd have was as a girl, and what she was as a woman. enough queer things to make a book of, which She loved those she loved to the heart-breaking I'd sell for a million dollars, and then I'd buy a point, and yet she was not demonstrative. She big balloon, and we would go driving through grew into my heart, and I think, yes, I know, the air like fun, and may be cut a slice off the no one could ever take her place. I have often moon. Bonne says she believes it is made of met women more accomplished, handsomer, and silver, and quite as large as an omnibus wheel; more dazzling, who were for the time to me what and that why it is sometimes black, and we can't she could never be, but I never met one whose see it, is because the fairies who polish it are awqualities of heart and life I would like to have fully tiny creatures, and can only clean a little exchanged for hers. I thoroughly believe in space at a time, and as soon as they get it to educating woman to the furthermost point,” shine all over it begins on one edge to grow dim

"Because,” interrupted Dick, “she is so lov- again." able, you would have her gracious qualities spread Both men laughed, and Ricarda with them. out like a sticking-plaster to cover as much as “ I didn't believe it, either,” she went on, as possible of the masculine ugliness that defaces if they had in so many words expressed a disthe world."

belief in the bonne's theory. “But when we sail “No, not that; but because the development up in our balloon we will fire a cannon ball at it, of her mind in no sense shrinks her heart. The and listen if it rings." divine Spirit has taken care of that since her “But that might kill the fairies,” suggested creation, and, although she be a princess of wit her father. At this Ricarda looked grave, and and learning, she is just as ready now to follow saying thoughtfully, “I never heard of a dead the man she loves into ruin as was Eve to follow fairy,” gave and took her “good-nights,” and left Adam from the island to the mainland, as re- the room. corded in the Vedas. As an illustration, there “There are no kisses like a child's,” remarked was Maria Schurmanns, that most learned and Dick. The father made no reply. He rememfamous woman of Holland, who imperiled even bered whose lips were as sweet and free in their her good name for a worthless adventurer." abandon of love for him as little Ricarda's.

She's queer!” ejaculated Dick, rising. “Woman's a queerity! She's a sphinx, the source of the Nile. She's the arithmetic that makes two THE years rolled on, and Ricarda's education and two five. She's the creature that men will progressed according to the most improved methfight for and die for, but won't open their uni- ods agreed upon by the two men. She walked versity doors to. I've always been puzzled amid and skated in winter; rode on horseback and all this rattletybang of the emancipation of the romped in hay-fields in the summer days, and so sex, why she hasn't been emancipated always, well paired her hours of study with recreative seeing that she has had a woman for her mother. ones, that at sixteen she was as symmetrical in All down through the ages, where a woman shines her mental and physical development as ever


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Dick had desired she might be. Although she the beauty of a fine jewel is enhanced by a suitwas tall, her dresses had never reached farther able setting. Moreover, Ricarda's education than to the tops of her boots; her form, half thus far has been what may be termed purely defined under her finely-cut princess frock, had solid and robust. I would be sorry indeed to the full, free, delightful outlines that only nature, have her develop into a woman so utterly gone when unconfined, succeeds in fashioning. She daft—to use one of your words—with an enthuwere her hair as of yore, in flowing curls, and siasm for learning of any sort as to be unmindwas so naïve, innocent, and free, that no one ful of what she wears, and how she wears it. A thought of her as a young lady.

slovenly woman of brains like Lady Adair, for “She will be an exquisite woman one day,” example, just returned to England, who wore the Dick would say ; but the “one day" seemed afar same linen collar for a week, and never added a off. In addition to the thorough instruction she brooch or ribbon to conceal the fourteen pinreceived from special tutors, she had acquired holes she made in it in that length of time, may quite a knowledge of practical chemistry from her be both admirable and lovable in a certain way, father, with whom in his laboratory she had spent but not in all. We exhaust half our love and many an hour; while Dick had initiated her into admiration in trying to get over such defects in the charms and mysteries of botany and natural person and dress. The only poet I have ever history, in which he was both an enthusiast and known personally wore his finger-nails long and an unusually well-versed student. This gave full of dirt; and, although his poems are exquisite them many a romp in the country together, when and rich in beauty, and he himself a most interDick would say, “You will never, never write, esting man, yet whenever I think of him, the first talk, or think yourself out, and be like an empty picture presented to my mind is a double row of egg-shell, so long as you know the country, and finely-shaped finger-nails, overlapping so many adore it."

rows of earthworks. In proportion as a person As Ricarda entered upon her sixteenth year, is great intellectually, so in proportion his sense the frequently-discussed question, to what school of fitness in outward appearance should be just. she should be sent, demanded final decision ; for Instead of excusing untidiness or a peculiarity in at sixteen she would be ready for the “higher dress carried to conspicuousness, as an “ecceneducation," and must go to college.

tricity,' it should be branded as a streak of moral Dick argued for Michigan or Cornell Uni- idiocy. The truth is, that such eccentricities do versity, whose doors were then open or ajar for not so much arise from the absorption of the girls; but the father's choice was for a school mind in greater things as in an overweening vaniexclusively for girls.

ty, that at once seeks refuge and expression in “Ricarda's sixteen years,” he said, “have something uncommon and fantastic. In short, been spent mostly with us two men. She has my friend, I will be pleased to see our Ricarda seen, felt, and heard largely through a masculine reading betimes ‘The Mirror of Fashion' as well coloring of the senses. She has heard talk of as the ' Popular Science Monthly’or Fortnightly books, government, finance, sciences, and the Review."" like. Of what interests women as a rule—the Très bien," commented Dick, as James sigchatter of society, fashion, domesticity, art, and nified a lull on his part. “You mean, you would music-she is more ignorant than of the excava- have her flit with butterflies and bobolinks these tions in Nineveh. Now I maintain, Dick, that a four years to come, in order to harmonize her, purely masculine education is as bad for a girl as womanize her, or neutralize her, for having soared would be a purely feminine one for a boy. Wo- so long with eagles, or, perhaps I should say, manliness is the same thing in quality as manli- nested so long with owls. I think parents who ness. A certain vigor and robustness in it form educate their daughters at home, or in a way in its charm in men; a certain softness and gentle, which the girls have no knowledge of boardingness in it, that in women. Just the idea I wish school life, make a mistake. True, the girls may to convey is, that a certain amount of contact learn tricks and pranks, and pounds of nonsense, and association with women is as necessary for and perhaps deceit and diplomacy, in student the womanly development of a girl as is the re- wise. Yet the ignorance of such associations, verse for a boy. Then, too, I confess to an ap- the lack of such human friction upon the mind preciation, you may term it a 'weakness,'” he and manners, of the self-control and self-reliance interlarded smilingly—“to an appreciation of the gained in such discipline, give the college- or witchingness that belongs to feminine coquetry, seminary-bred girl an immense advantage over to the tie of a ribbon, the folds of drapery, the the home-trained one. The purity that is simjauntiness of hat, the trimness of boot and glove ply the result of ignorance is a very lame duck. -the indescribable details of toilet that do adorn It may pass current in the heavenly land, but beauty, and make it as much more beautiful as here below it is well to be forearmed in being

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