one or two, and merely pays his dues to the rest and lets them go. There is an element of honest fidelity about women which is incompatible with this; if one of them belongs to any organization she takes it in earnest.
Besides the secret orders, she very likely belongs to several “Patriotic orders,” to a “Helping hand” or a “Cheerful letter” association; she visits a sewing-school or a college settlement, and corresponds enormously with the agents of distant schools.
She does not really wish to be a Mrs. Jellyby
or to be like Mrs. S. Cora Grubb
in Mrs. Wiggins
's best story, but she feels-or her home and children feel — that she is slipping in that direction every day. When the collapse comes and nervous prostration sets in, who is responsible?
In dealing with the American
temperament we must remember that we have to do with a laborious and nervous race, usually in an exhausting climate; that they are hurried on by what a poet called “the Whip of the Sky.”
Even English women break down under the pressure of work not so hard as ours, for in spite of the immense amount accomplished by such women as Lady Henry Somerset
and Mrs. Chant
, we must remember that it was one of our countrywomen who, after living long