if, after hard labor, and repeated failure, she does secure something
like success? No sooner will she do so, than up will step some dapper
youth who will beckon her over the border into the land where troubles
just begin. She won't know how to sew, or bake, or make good coffee,
for such arts are liable to be overlooked when a girl makes a career
for herself, and so love will gallop away over the hills like a
riderless steed, and happiness will flare like a light in a windy
night. Oh, no, my little country maid, stay where you are, if you have
a home and friends. Be content with fishing for trout in the brook
rather than cruising a stormy sea for whales. A great city is a cruel
place for young lives. It takes them as the cider press takes juicy
apples, sun-kissed and flavored with the breath of the hills, and
crushes them into pulp. There is a spoonful of juice for each apple,
but cider is cheap!




III.

A COWARDLY MATE.

I know a wife who is waiting, safe and sound in her father's home, for
her young husband to earn the money single handed to make a home worthy
of her acceptance. She makes me think of the first mate of a ship who
should stay on shore until the captain tested the ability of his vessel
to weather the storm. Back to your ship, you cowardly one! If the
boat goes down, go down with it, but do not count yourself worthy of
any fair weather you did not help to gain! A woman who will do all she
can to win a man's love merely for the profit his purse is going to be