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I‘V‘illowing is the paper prepared and
read by Mrs Virginia I). Yo’ll'fs’. Will”?
of the Fairfax I‘Illli‘l'pl‘lsii‘, :it ill": thirty—
sci-ond annual liltwilllg of the Press
. .:~:m'i;ililrii _\‘< i~lwlil1i_\’ il’.‘ of
Palms:
"'Sonie personalities of the South (‘aro—
hnit press as they have :‘ippearcd to me."
My brethren. sisters and friends. I have
taken the liberty to slightly alter the
heading given my paper on the pro—
gramme. -l’crsonalities. using the word
in the sense of individualities, is more
powerful and suggestive a. tailicctive. noun
than ‘persimality’ when applied to a body
of pcoplc.

\\'li’;.t a force may manifest in a single
personality! power. indeed, which,
IJLikIl‘.‘ b}.- .-ourage, can overcome the
world. the ilt-sh and the devil. In April,
1W1, I sent in my application for mem—
bership in this State Press Association,
by the hands of my neighbor, (Yol M. Ii.
McSweoney, of the. Hampton Guardian.
The ; .cociation met in old Georgetown
that year, my paternal city, a place of
Iiurants, since its settlement. I wanted
to go, but didn‘t know I could be elected
a member. and admitted to meeting at
same session. You see, I had an expe—
rience of walking over hot ploughshares
that spring, which made. me shy. It was
a discussion of won'ian’s rights in The
News and Courier, which lasted several
weeks. and every time: I lifted my head
the editor hit it (speaking figuratively.)
Iloally it was an honor for my articles
to be givtvn piano, and each one coni—
iilt'iill‘li on by the cditoriii-c. I :yent.
down _to Charleston in February. carry—
ing with me an article from an eminent
Baptist minister of my section, putting
forth, as I thought, an unanswerable ar-
gumcnt for woman suffrage.

To get this document printed I bearded
tho. lion in his den. and found him full of
humor and kindness. Then and there be—
gan a friendship between myself and Col
James Calvin liemphlll which has con—
linucd to the prcsont moment.

In his teasing way Mr Hemphlll called
out when we came down-stairs: “Hello,
McKinley! Hello. Moroso! Come here
and see the woman suffragist!"

That scared me so I came. near faint—
ing. but Qiund later that. I had made two
friends in those great souls, Moroso and
'.\lcl\'inley.

ln iSilfl I went to Anderson to bona
iidedl).~ participate in the. deliberations of
the Brethren for the first time. and, get-
ting there twenty—four hours ahead of the.
“gang.” 1 employed myself in the inter—
val in preparing an impromptu address,
in which 1 condensed my arguments for
woman suffrage, and by a. happy thought
named it "The Star in the. \\'est,” after
\\'yomiiig. the. iirst State. to cnfranchise
its women. “hen the Brethren arrived
and I mentioned my essay on the “Star of
the \\’cst" to ("oi '.\l'echeney be instantly
put. the on tho programme for its deliv--
cry. The theme was a. foreign one to tho
t-t'lltorsvthey had been used to ridicule.
it as on a par with woodon nutniegs and
other humbugs, but when the. plea was
presented by one. of their own—a South
Carolinian with two hundred years of
South Carolina forbears behind her—the."
listened with respectful attention. On
that (afternoon. when I found myself fac-
ing an assetnl‘ulage of serious men, I made.
my plea with the. earnestness of absolute
faitli.‘

i recall with vidldncss some. of those
fact-s. now gone from us forever. First
of all the Itev Sidi H. Browne. a man I
had known in my girlhood, and who was
a friend of my father. He said to me
later: "Virginia. you have almost per~
shaded inc. to be a. woman suffragist. I
had no idea so much could be said in fa-
vor of it."

.~\i't'erwards he was fully persuaded that
women should vote. and so expressed
liin'iself in tho (‘hristian Neighbor.

Out- of the strongest personalities of the.
State press when I first joined was Mr
IIugh \‘K’ilson. I remember ho rose at the
conclusion of my paper. “The. Star in the
\Vcst," and spoke of his employment of:
women as type—setters in his office, and
the satisfaction they gave. 1 took a.
great liking to .‘Ir \Vilson, which to—day
. lwr-aiis‘c iuy uhsrdiit: f.liLlI

honesty. strict. integrity. which
ouaii‘tics are to me the very under-pinning
of human greatness. Mr \Vilson is totally
void of that policy by which some. per—
sons smooth their way round diihcultics.

“here they tack be hammers. If on his
life voyage he. has ever caught. a. favora-
ble liret .e it was accepted with thanks,
but it was only an incident of a life fash~
ioncd to ride the storm in the spirit of
mastery. Mr \Yllson is a native of Ab—
bcville and is largely a sclf»inzride man.
which usually means the best. kind of a
man. \\'hen only it) years old he began
newspaper Work as a printer in the oiiice
of the Associate Reformed Presbyterian,
a religious paper printed at I'ue \Vcst in
i _'it’. Mr “'ilson recalls to this day the
kindness he received from Dr J. J. Bon-
ner, the editor and chief stockholder of
the. Presbyterian.

Our .t'riend began work on tlir- Abbeville
Banner in IS: '. The next year he bought
the Independent Press. and afterwards
united ll wnh tlir- Ilannr-r under present
cognomen, the Press and Banner. :1 most
excellent. outspoken and honest paper.

Mr Wilson volunteerml in the service of
tlic (‘ont‘cdt-rmw' at the beginning of the
war and served to the end. He. was
wounded at tla’) battle of Chickamauga,
ocptombcr. istif-l. Xi'hilo his wound made
him incapable of service in the field he.
Ill’l‘llf‘ii to tlir- authorities for wink iii‘
the. (,iiin‘l‘llnil‘llE printing oilieo, and there
served most etllciently. It is notvwortlr,‘
that he applied all his ez'irnings from this
source to pay the indebtedness he. had
left at home whr-n enlisting in the war.
On the fall of the Confederacy he returned
to newspal’icr work-at. Abbevillc, with a
Onorhorsc printing outfit. worth only a
few hundrcd dollars. From this he begun
to enlarge and improve. his printing plant,
adding to the job department yearly un-
til it was the best equipped in thciState
mitside'the large cities. For the last
twenty—fivo years Mr Wilson has owned
and edited the Press and Banner, man—
aging it most succc. sfully and accumulat—
ing'a. comfortable property. He has in—
hernod from his Scotch ancestry great
tenacity of purpose. and has never in his
life sacriiiciw’l principle to expediency.
Itight and justice liavc been his guiding
stars. and while. economical and appre—
ciative of the value of moncv, yet no
amount. of money could swervrfiiihim from
duty.“ If you owe. him a dime you must
' .11. even if while receiving it with
I. right hand he. gives you a dollar with
his hit. Indec‘d,’ no man is more liberal
in tho doing oi individual good deeds or
too pnilanthriq'iii-s of public l'ioncvolcntw
than ‘Iiugh \\'ilson. The sturdy. uncom-
promising uprightiiess of this ian was
my first impression of him, and the only
Time. he ever :imtwalr-d to my sense (if
humor was when a crowd of us press
:{im‘vtilt'n with llr ‘v'ilson in the lead. cn—
tcrod the \\'orld‘s Fair grounds at (‘hi—
(tago. My husband suggested that I
should nsk Mr \.\'ilson if he had mapped
out any plans for us to see the wonders.
I was quite embarrassi‘wl when I ap—
proached him. and if think he has always
been a shy bachelor. ’.ut to my question
lit" replied: "Every fellow look out. for
himself." if I was not a follow I at least
had the best fellow on earth to look out
for me. which thereafter he. did most
effectually.

At the .\ndcrson meeting in lRtlfl I was
intri’nlucul to Mr C. ‘. Langston. des—
igned to bot-omn one of the most faithful,

:.i‘.stak3‘ng oiliccrs our AssOciation has
cywr bad. Io started his newspaper work
in the other) of the Anderson ("‘onsv-ryator
as a. printer‘s (ll-vii. This little devil. we.
aro fully convinced. was from the start
ill" .‘JU'NI Illizcl of the concern.

Masdueradins‘ under a name that should
be dropped from human speech and
thought, (‘harlr-y Langston was his
mother‘s son. in sublime- nnseliislmcss.
(niii- who hit mating out. of the «ulcstion
that he might thi- better provide for her.
“hi-n tho (‘onscrvritor consolidated with
the Intelli'gcncer \lasicr (‘harh-y blowncd
out as an ll]v~lliv(l.’ll.\‘ typo. llc. worked on
the high stool till him, when ho became
local cdiior of ill" illtl"lll,’.“l"llf‘(‘i'. in lSSS
ha purchased the paper outright. and has
tditml and managed it (‘\'ci'7fs‘liiCl-.

l have a vivid and agreeable impres—
sion of his. town of Anderson and its
Iioi’el Cliiduola. esprwially )lrs \Vhiie.
the hr-ari of that t-xewllent hr’nstelry.
einbraccd me and my ideas of woman‘s
rights like the big—heartcd woman shc
was. I still have my invitation to the
Press banquet at Chiquola. it was a
mootr-l point whr-thcr a woman might br-
lr‘i lii--~-¢l¢‘t'idod in the :iflirmaiivcibut’ as
soon as i got the concession I declined
to avail myself of it. Not so my paper.
“The Star in the '\\"esi." l rcniemlu-r
bringing up the rt-ai' the procession
the square with as «‘rniiiilt‘lf‘ Ii
c: s- oi' stage t‘rl'rht as l ever experiencml.
yet whczi I came to read it the spirit of

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my fathers. was at the fore and I could
so 111' to the cannon's mouth fearlessly.

That, night Gen Law delivered the an—
nual address and said: "I cordially .Ligl'rr‘
with Mrs Young that all great and good
in. n are sons of their mothers." Gen Law
might not have observed [lit] corollary,
but in endorsing my iirsi premise he, per—
haps unwittingly. lent himself to the st-e—
oiiiir—“grcat Women are their tailicrs' own
daugiitlrs"—--and the conclusion is irre—
sisiible that humanity is one. and its two
halvrs, men and women, entitled to equal
rights. precisely the same freedom in de—
veloping their lives and livingr them.

In all tho newspaper notices of that
meeting the brethren \vcre. kind to their
little sister. with that kindness which is
the nltiiniessence of emirtcsy in South
l‘artiuliiia——all save one. and as he did not
hear me I could forgive him.

liut to return to Mr Langston,
tied in my mind with Anderson. I truly
think lilil‘v never was a more modest.
sell»ei‘t’:iciug pvrsunality. It has been
twelve years since he was elected secre-
tary, and at all our meetings he is the
busiest man, full of cares, generally invis-
iblc. except when taking,r notes at busi—
ness meetings. with no idea of fun. except
the fun of unseiish labor for the Associa-
tion.

\‘i'e met in Columbia in 1893, where an—
other woman was elected to membership,
and instead of the feminine feature
breaking up the Association, as that sin—
gle. brother predicted. the membership
doubled. Personally I was no more at
my case in Columbia than at Anderson,

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.»so I slipped into the State House library

and got Caroline Lt-Conte to come with
me to the meetings. Mrs LcConte was a
new feature in politics, so to speak, hav-
ing been appointed State librarian by
Governor Ben Tillman, and a splendid
one she made. I still felt under a bait
as a silence breaker, where women were
admonished to keep silence, notwith~
Standing I was then carrying on a Sun~
day—school at Fairfax of eighty scholars,
divided into four classes, one of young
men, and doing all the teaching myself.
At: this meeting \K'. \V. Ball and Julius
Boggs joined us and each was conspic-
uous in speaking with the force, pith,
point and musical intonations 0f the
Greek art of oratory. At the Coumbia
meeting (‘01 \V. H. \Vallace closed the.
term of his presidency, and wound up his
address with a poem which, reduced to
prose substance, was the story of a farm-
er. who brought the smallest, most stu—
pid of all his sons——

“\Vhlch is Jim, and I thought p’raps
you’d be makin’ an Editor outin‘ him.

His body‘s too small for a farmer and
his judgment is rather slim.

The Editor sat in his sanctum

And looked the old man in the eye,

Then glanced at his grinning young hope-
ful,

And mournfully made this rcplyz. _

Is your boy a. small unbound edition

Of Moses and Solomon both?

Can he. do an hour's work in a moment

And st angle a natural oath?

Does he know how to talk to an equal,

Or browbcat an impudont duncc,

Can he. keep things in apple pie order

And do half a dozen at once?

Ctin he know all, and be. all, anddo all,

\Vith cheeri‘ulness, courage and Vim,

If so, then p’raps I’d be able

To make an editor outin’ him.”

A grand personality at that Columbia
meeting was President James INoodrow,
of the South Carolina College, at one time,
editor of the Southern Presbyterian, and
welcomed by the brethren as of their
own guild. The meeting at which be. ”ap—
pt-art-(i was chin-axed by a carriage drive,
given us by the city, and you may imag-
ine. my joy when I found myself the Visa-
vis of this great, good man, and Col
James T. Bacon beside me. I was hover—
ing timidly on the outskirts of the gang
when found by our Lord Chesterfield
Bacon and escorted by him to our car-
riage. \Vith these two I felt quite. .at
home and our drive was surcharged with
laughter, for they led me on to the full
indulgence of my sense of humor, which,
in my make-up, is the pres1ding sense.

Ten days later the press people were
on their way to Chicago’s “White City,”
and the point that looms up in my fancy
is the Ferris wheel, taking the brethren
lieavcnward, and the fattest fellow
among them lying flat on his back for
fear of: pitching out head foremost.

One of our new members who went on
that trip was Mr W. P. I-Iouseal, 0f_New-—
berry. ”.cginning as an apprentice in the
Newberry Herald office. in 181’3. be. five.
years later founded the Ncwberry News.
In 1881 he began publishing the Lutheran
Visitor, so dear to Lutherans through-
out the State. He has been engaged for
a. longer period in journalism 'than any
person in the. Lutheran. section in the
l‘nitcd States. _
lace, founded the Newbori‘y (lbscrvcr. ln
13‘1". lb: luau“: maxi: giiig' tliw .IA-‘Ili (ii: tho
Newberrv Herald and News, associated
with Col Aull. “bile thus working on
the. secular papers he gave his heart
still to the lovely Visitor. . ..

\\'hen I was at Newbcrry in 189i Mr
Houseal seemed to me. a man who was
always at work for the good of human-
ity. seeing to the. building of a beautiful
church, dealing out instrumentahties of
education right and left in the. shape of
good newspapers. and as a host in his
own home the kindest, most considerate
and lovable soul. Such people as Mr
IIouseal make us realize the indwelling of
the highest in humanity.

Mr Houseal is an intensive worker—
hands and brain equally busysdoing a
full quota of mechanical work in all
three. papers—Observer, Visitor. Herald
and News. Mr Houseal will tell you he
has no classical education. but to my
mind classical lore fades into insignifi-
cance as compared with original thought.
Mr I-Iouseal is distinctly an original man,
with that beautiful, poetic soul which
looks into the deep things of God with
utter reverence and love. There are more.
poets than we wot of-—men and women
who have a gift,

“Something the soul of man to lift .

From the tiresome earth, and make him
5.09. '

How beautiful common things may be—

How Heaven may be glimpsed through a
wayside tree.”

In 1894 the press people. two hack loads
of us, met at I’awley's Island—a happy
land not far away—with sea breezes. salt
water baths, fresh fish, etc. cool nights
and sweet days. with immunity from
mosquitocs. In this style The News and
Courier headed my article, which Mrs
Etta \\'illiams assured me brought her
guests from such a distance as Birming—
ham, Ala.

I suppose it is natural to think little
of what is near at hand. Once I knew
a. widower who wanted a wife. Now
just in reach lived the very woman to
make a whole human of him—that's what
a harmonious wife does—a woman who
could take. in his thought and turn it to
account, besides being that great desid-
cratum, an accomplished housekeeper.
herself an excellent cook. Minerva had
provided this suitable mate for him and
gave. him the wink. but he could not
catch on. His wits were. gone woolgather—
ing‘ to get candy treats for black~cyed
Siisans and buggy rides for blue-eyed
“Maymos.” Those. maids of iii and I7
looked with disfavor on the gray hairs
in his board and privatcy mimicked his
learned discourses, reporting him to their
confidents as “an unmitigated bore.”
But then he. was a good match and so
a girl he. got. To have a household angel,
who knows nothing. the practicalities of
food preparation or the health. necessity
of sanitation. is “mighty cowing on the.
pride,” as said Mrs Sarah Susannah
when company caught her with only Mr
Sarah Susannah’s old socks on and no
shoes to hide the holes.

The moral of which is “drop your buck—
ets where you are—if you arc in the mouth
of. the Amazon, or give up the idea of
a summer at Saratoga when you “.2111
swim over to Pawley’s Island or the. Isle
of Palms.

The old PlowdanVcston house, kept by
Mrs \Villiains, was a curious one, but. otir
hostess made things delightful for _us,
taking a. hand herself in the m‘eparation
of the dainty viands with which she re.—
galcd tis. I was very glad to find domes—
ticated there Mr N G. Gonzales, for I
regarded him as a great genius, and I
wished to be better acquainted with him.
But he was very shy and reserved. “’0
bad girls in our party and several who
Were boarding at the hotel. but I never
saw him speak to but one, and she. a very
young girl. hardly more than a child-
Blondelle Malone, from Columbia. No
timlbt lii- ili'itf\’l\\'Kl.lA iii «in. 2-?i.liil.’i ‘.”.
that splendid artistic genius which latei
sent her to Japan and inspired her to do
such work as is to—day known to and
valued by the most distinguished art pat-
rons of Europe.

However. I (lid have.
Seeing a demonstration
nos" which was such
tcrstic of Mr Gonzales. At.
meetings on the Island I rose, as on;
having a grievance and asked: Haw
all the members of the, State. press tic
same. rights?” Mr Gonzales sprang to .18
foot. and with that lion-like look declar'd.
“’l‘hcy havc.’

It was the
phraso of our
driving at. but I

an opportunity of
of that fearless—

one. of our

same “dependent. ferrllf‘”
annual circular that TWIIS
naturally learnedthat
the railroads are responsible for [pt ob.
noxious characterization. So I h 1“'“l‘th
fully exonerate our modest secrc’l‘l 101‘
the still recurring offence.

In mo lie, with (Tol \V'al~_

press muting at
Sumter, having already llt'lll there on a
woman siii‘i‘ract mission in the campaign
I math that spring in company ‘\'llll sevi ll
other \\‘Iili1'll. \\'licn .I arrived at home
after that awful peregrinatioii l was the
gin-st of a martyr. having done for the
sake of my itisttr Women what was. to
me, like pas‘ing through a iiery furnat‘e.
\‘i‘haiwver n-lst- ww did not. gain. certainly
wi- h"llli'il to bring about an educational
and industrial revolution that has torday
lll(l\‘(‘ll woman where saw lli'vll not marry
to be “supp.rtod"~~aud that's as good for
111““ as t'or \\'lliilt'll. Indeed. as Tennyson
declared in ""hc l’rineess,“ pubhshod in
I.\.v7'i, "(iur hopes and llititi's Zii‘c Lilie.

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In lkflfi I missed the

“The new day comes—

'l‘he light dearer for night, ‘

As dearer thou for faults liven1 091‘;

Look up and let thy nature strike
mine!

Accomplish thou my manhood and HW-
self

Lay
to me.

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thy sweet hands in mine

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and II‘IiSt

IVhen we met in Charleston in 1590 Mrs
Screyen and Mrs (“onin were. elected nit-m-
bcrs. and since then women have been
elected at every meeting—not many,
some. At that Charleston meeting I was
made to feel more at home by the kind
suggestions of Brother James Calvin
Hemphill. my faithful friend. It re—
mained. howcvm'. for Ncwlmrry to tak~c
the palm on the woman ouestion in Jim.
for it was there our president's wife l,l(:-
gan to take a hand, and has pretty much
ruled us ever since.

“hat is sweeter than _
with the loving mother nature always in
evidence? Naturally she has mothered
the maidens and kept on drawing them
into our fold. One cannot speak of Mrs
Aull without thinking of her bright heu-
tenant general. Mrs Kohn, who is really
one of the strong forces of Columbiasa
lovely writer and a woman who can make
things come. to pass. I cannot pretend to
calculate the indebtedness of the. Federa—
tion of “'oman‘s Clubs and the Daugh—
ters of the American Revolution, as well
as our own press gang, to this indefati-
gable worker.

At Newbcrry not one forlorn woman
member. minding her p’s and it's in a
kind of shinnvy—to—ymir—myn-side. isola-
tion, but all the press people‘s
ent females.” as also the cream of New-
berry’s four hundred, were invited to the
banquet. An amusing feature of the
toasts was in the response of Gen R. R.
Hemphill, who made a' straight—out argu—
ment in behalf of woman's right to the
ballot.

At the Harris Springs meeting in 1899
I was for the iirst time on the, regular
programme, my subject, “The Future of
the Southern \Voman in Journalism.”

The meeting was made illustrious to me
by a. fuller acquaintance with Brother
James T. Bacon, who was sproading him—
self like a green bay tree and being made
much of by the ladies of the smart set.
Not speaking in parables, James T. Bacon
came home from Germany in March, 18131.
and, of course, volunteered instantly.
Two years later he was called from the
ranks of the 7th South Carolina regiment
to come home. from Virginia and edit the
Advertiser on the death of Col Arthur
Simkins. Iie edited this paper contin~
uously for twenty—three. years, bought
the Chronicle in 1886 and has owned and
edited it ever since, as \Vigfall says, "in
the fear of God and with great patience
under tribulation.”

This same. \Vigfall Cheatham, at 14
Nears of: age. Went into tho Chronicle of—
fico as typo dcvil, business manager, forc—
man, solicitor general. associate editor in
an asciending scale. \\'igfall really is the
outcome of his uncle. Nephews and
nieces have. a trick of reprmlucing their
aunts and uncles in their spiritual parts
more than they do their parents. Yy'ig—
fall is a. youth who will tell you the
whole. “Lord's truth.” having been brought
up that way by his Mark Twain and
Henry “"attcrson rolled into one. of an
uncle. This uncle is a walking advertise-
ment of woman's equality as a reproduc—
tion of his eccentric and strong—minded
grandmother, who, so he avers, received
him in her arms when he was born. and
never let him out till she died, forty—five
years later. That may explain why he
never married.

In 1820, when she had been livingdn
I‘ldgciield twenty—six years, duringr which
no church has been built in that town,
she invited Episcopal Bishop Dc Izlon to
preach in her husband‘s law oitlce. which
he did to twenty-one people. In his “Sto—
ries of Early Edgeileld," of last fall
The Sunday News, one of those people
expressed himself as follows to Col Sim—
kins as to his opinion of the Episcopal
service. Said \V’atkins:

“An old man in a woman's night gown,
a potterin’ about and a rcadin' and a
twistin'. and a standin' up, a settiii‘ down
..nd a. kneelin' down and a turning” round.
\‘y'ell, I'lddy. darn my skin. who‘d a thunk
it? And when, after iavortin' round in a
white night gown. to go and hike on an
Old woman's black silk frock!

“\Vhy, Eddy, he never let none of you
rest one minute. I'Ie jist kept you a bob—
bin' up and souattin’ down, and a readin’
and a singing and a. jerkin’ till I ‘aly
thunk you'd all a dropped dead on the
floor. He never did let you rest a. minit
till he went in that little room and hiked
on the old woman's black gown with
them white sleeves. And after that he
dun all the talkin' hisscli‘. And, by gosh,
Eddy, when that young man handed me
that silver plate for money, the old man
went on a rcadin’ and a. talkin'! Well,
durn my skin, Eddy, if i ever seed or herd
of sich (mare, outlandish doings in my
life. There ain't no religion in it, not a
grain of religion.” »

But no one can be more tenderly pa—
thetic than the man with the sense of
humor, as witness this culling from “A
Tiny Little Boy and an Ancient Mariner:”

The ancient mariner has disrobed the
little boy before. the dining room fire,
after fumbling pityingly with apparently
a thousand buttons, and the little. boy‘s
things lie in a confused heap on the. rug.
His bright blue. Buster Brown bolt has
fallen across one. of the old brass fire—
dogs, and the buckle is already burned
off. The. little boy. who has never slept.
away from his mother's side. whimpers
and says: ".Iiddy, my Buster Brown bolt
is ruint.” Then the ancient mariner pulls
him down on his little knees—lie. looks
exactly like an angel—to say his prayers.
He says “Our Father" all through with—
out stopping. and then the. ancient
mariner says: “Now I lay me down."
And the child says: “Now I lay me down
to sleep." and stops." The ancient ma-
riner says: “I pray the Lord—” And
quickly the child, elevating his little.
folded hands, says: “I pray the Lord to
make my mother well.” The ancient ma—
riner kisses liim, leaves a tear upon his
forehead and lifts him into another room
and into bed. He says: "Jiddy, don't
leave. me in the dark. The little fellow
seems. sadly and rcsignedly,'to fully re-
alize. the sititatioti~—tli:it he can no longer
sleep with his mother.

‘he little boy has never
mother anything but “mother." The first
watches of the night are over, and tho
little boy, withdrawing his little feet out
of the ancient mariner‘s tired ribs and
getting hold of the mariner's bony fingers,
says: “Jiddy. Gran is cracking the ice
for my mother‘s head. If I was there I
could put the ice in the bag for her." And.
sure enough, there was that dreadful
pounding and cracking that ever and anon
through thirty—rive. dreary nights an—
nounced that fever implacable was burn—
ing up the poor sufferer. The ancient ma—
riner says: “Never mind, my baby. Good
ladies are. helping Gran to take. care of
your mother, and you can't do anything.
Go to sleep." And in the watch of the
gray. dim dawn the little boy snuggles
up close to the ancient marincr‘s side and
says: “Jiddy. Gran is cracking the. ice.
for my mother's head. If I was there I
could help her put it in the bag.” And.
again in the. early morning watch. the
little anxious boy tugs at the ancient. ma-
rincr's old arms. and still cries: “Jiddy.
Gran is cracking the ice for my mother’s
head. If i was there I. could help her put
it in the bag.”

At the Harris Springs meeting not one
of the brethren so attracted my attention
as (fol John M. Knight. and the attracv
tion lay in his devotion to his three. lit-
tle. daughters. These. children. in his lap,
on his shoulders. round his neck. wher-
ever I saw him, and l naturally inferred
he was a woman's rights man.

Now at that meeting Mr All” had prom-
ised that if I‘d stay over to the banquet
he‘d let me respond to a toast. My desire
being to bring greater freedom to women
I gadly agreed to respond to the toast,
“Man." Col1Knight immediately pro-

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most foolish, most changeable of be‘n'rs
not excepting cats. -alycs and monkovs'
It was simply awful. but later. \vhcn I
cidcd Brother Knight I I d“—
to keep us out of polit
a. field for the “weaker vessels: " Ilu is
on the same ground as a clergyman I
know. who wouldn't have his wife travel
on a railroad train without his protect—
“lg’ Drcscncc, nor walk tip steps without
his asststing arm or hand. He wants
to konp woman in the attitude of vine I
running round a stump, '
Now you know those running vines
a.lias_ “dependent fcmalrs.” usually have
a whine to their speech that will provoke
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a man to say bad words. under his breath, .
coming from thi- pai‘tiict ‘_.‘.i:‘.~ bovom
or even make him wish he had never
been born.

\\'hcn' I responded to the toast “Man"
I had in my mind the two men I had
known best—my father and my husband.
“What more natural then that I should
speak well of all men. judging by these.

Later that evening I had my all-suiti-
c1ent reward. when Col Crews said to
me: “God bless you. Mrs Young! You
have been a blessing to the Press Asso—
elation.”

It has been my great good fortune to
have had that bent-diction many times
irom lips of venerable men whose ap—
proval was inexprcssibly precious.

At Harris Springs .1 had my last sight
of Capt Franz Melchers, that beloved
typical German. with the scientific, far-
seeing eyes and the metaphysical, deep.
self probings. At our first acquaintance
in Anderson in 1899 he had expressed to
me. his full sympathy with my movement

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as inclusive of all other rights. At sub-
sequent meetings we. communed on the
plane of perfect understanding and val—
| uing each other. Now in that sad sum-
] mer of 1899 he was getting ready to go
i into the invisible this man with a. whole
l heaven of good will for all beings in his
(great heart. His daughters were with
l him—Mignon, the darling. and Lucille,
l the, lovely—loved by all our press people.
.The. character of Capt Melchers recalls
Leigh Hunt’s beautiful lines about Abou
Ben Adhem—you remember them?

“Abou Ben Adhcm, his tribe
crease,

Awoke one night from a deep dream of
peace.

And saw within
room,

Making it rich and like a. lily bloom,

An angel, writing in a book of gold.

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