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i i rS0i The Roads of Destiny The Main Road Three leagues, then the road ran, nd turned into a puizle. It Joined with another1 and a longer road at fiaht angles. David stood uncertain lor awhile, and then sat himself to rest upon its side. Whither those roads led he knew tot. Either way there seemed to Hp great world full of chance and peril.

Lnd then, lying there, his eye fell pon a bright star, one that he and Yvonne had named for theirs. That let him thinking of Yvonne, and he wondered if be had not been too hasty. Why should he leave her and his home because a few hot words had come between them? Was love to brittle a thing that Jealousy, the rery proof of it, could break' it? Mornings always brought a cure for the little heartaches of evening. There was yet time for him to return home without any one in the sweetly sleeping village of Vernoy being the wiser. His heart was Tvonne's; there where he had lived always he could write his poems and find his happiness, David rose, and shook off his unrest and the wild mood that had tempted him.

He set his face steadfastly back along the road he had come. By the time he had retraveled the road to Ver aoy, his desire to rove was gone. He passed the sheepfold, and the sheep scurried, with a drumming flutter, at his late footsteps, warming his heart by the homely sound. He crept without noise into his little room and lay there, thankful that his feet had escaped the distress of new roads that aight How well he knew woman's heart! The nest evening Tvonne was at the well in the road where the young congregated in order that the cure might have business. The corner of aer eye was engaged in a search lor David, albeit her set mouth seemed He saw the look; braved the mouth, drew from it a recantation, ind later, a kiss as they walked homeward together.

Three months afterward they were married. David's father was shrewd nd prosperous. He gave them a wed tine that was heard of three leagues Broken Chords XXIX i Announcements have followed each other in quick succession that is, within the space of three months, of the departure from this life of Dr. Elizabeth Blackwell, the modern world's pioneer woman physician, and of her co worker her almost as well known sister, Dr. Emily Blackwell.

There is brought to the minds of all the surviving endeavorers In the active battle for the higher education of woman and for her admittance to "the learned profession," and to the remembrance of all Interested onlookers during the quarter of a century or so between 1816 and the earlier seventies of the nineteenth century, of how strenudus was that battle. Not the suffrage question, the demand for the equal franchise, which is what Is usually named and thought nowadays to have marked the hottest field of conflict, but the question of whether or not women should enter the medical profession, should have full and fair opportunities of preparation for it, and finally, whether they should be recognized be met in consultation over patients, and be admitted to the medical societies city, county, state. When Elizabeth Blackwell, after her application for entrance as a student had been denied by various other medical schools, was in 1846 admitted to that at Geneva, N. sanguine be lievers in the broadening of "woman's sphere" of usefulness to the world and of opportunity for herself, thought the skies were clear and the ways opening. The refusal of the faculty at Geneva to consider the admission of Miss Blackwell as a precedent or to allow any other woman to enter its classes thus aligning It with all the other medical schools In the country shattered the hopes of the optimistic ones.

Naturally, also, it stirred the determination of all who, believed in the right of women to have physicians of their own sex and that these physicians should therefore have full preparation for their arduous and responsible vocation to secure a way for the same. Quite as naturally, as a result, it came about that the pioneer Woman's college "the Woman's Medical College of Pennsylvania," with a Woman's and Children's hospital connected with It, also was founded in Philadelphia the City of Penn the center of Influence in this country of the Society of Friends (often called' Quakers) the religious body which has always, from its foundation, pro vided for woman's share in its legislative councils, and for her equal admission to the sacred ministry as being away. Both the young people were favorites in the village. There was a procession in the streets, a dance on the green; they had the marionettes and a tumbler out from Dreux to delight the guests. Then a year, and David's father died.

The sheep and the cottage descended to him. He already had the seemliest wife in the village. milk palls and her brass kettles were bright ouf! they blinded you In the sun when you passed that way. But you must keep your eyes upon her yard, for her flower beds were so neat and gay they restored to you your sight And you might hear her sing, aye, as far as the double chestnut tree above Pere Gru neau's blacksmith forge. But a day came when David drew out paper from a long shut drawer, and began to bite the end of a pencil.

Spring had come again and touched his heart. Poet he must have been, for now Yvonne was well nigh forgotten. This fine new loveliness of earth held him with its witchery and grace. The perfume from her woods and meadows stirred him strangely. Daily had he gone forth with h( flock, and brought it safe at night But now he stretched himself under the hedge and pieced words together on his bits of paper.

The sheep strayed, and the wolves perceiving that difficult poems made easy mutton, ventured from the woods and stole his lambs. David's stock of poems grew larger and his flock smaller. Yvonne's nose and temper waxed 6harp and her talk blunt. Her pans and kettles grew dull, but her eyes had caught their flash. She pointed out to the poet that his neglect was reducing the flock and bringing woe upon the household.

David hired a boy to guard the sheep, locked himself in the little room in the top of the cottage, and wrote more poems. The boy, being a poet by nature, but not furnished with an outlet in the way of writing, spent his time In slumber. The wolves lost no time in discovering that poetry and sleep are practically the same; so the flock steadily erew smaller. Yvonne's whole history of men's entrance into taught in the Scriptures and practiced jn Apostolic times. There was no great surprise, as over some sudden social upheaval, therefore, in Philadelphia, over the opening of the Woman's Medical college.

The steady Influence of the original colonists of the city had for generations made it a matter of course that women should be largely employed as "salesladies," clerks and bookkeepers in all the great dry goods stores and as office assistants. Likewise it had made it recognized as thoroughly "proper," long before that came1 about in other cities, that two, women or a woman accompanied by a child should attend any public entertainment they chose without being dependent on the escort of some member of the masculine persuasion. In ISol th4 Woman's College of Pennsylvania graduated its first class. One of the members of that class who passed from earth early in this present twentieth century, of years and honor" after having stood for many years In the front ranks of physicians in Philadelphia, was Dr. Hannah E.

Longshore, whose only daughter, Lucretia Blankenburg (wife of Rudolph Blankenburg, equally well known), has been for many years president of the Pennsylvania Woman Suffrage association and who, as such, will this month be one of the prominent delegates to trie State Federation of Women's clubs at its meeting in this city. She Is one of the women who have wrought unceasingly and wisely for the betterment of Philadelphia's public schools, a cause of utmost importance in her Judgment. For to her, as to all thoughtful considerers of our national future, it is the conservation and the training of the country's coming citizens that makes the most vital challenge for attention from the adults of today. The graduating of that 1851 class aligned the opposing forces instantly for the conflict. The great majority of the members of the Philadelphia County Medical society, I regret to say, were so blinded by professional jealousy that they not only refused to consult with any woman physician, but strove with intense bitterness to shut jut the students of the successive classes in the Woman's college from the clinics at the hospital at Blockley (the city almshouse).

i Some, years later when the managers of the great Pennsylvania hospital, the Institution founded by William Penn, (and occupying with its noble buildings and open areas be tween them the city block from Spruce 1 The recent deaths well and her sister, a 17 HENRYS r. jtorb copyright 9fo bv rztrteLsort THE TRnJUirE EEPUBLICAN. SUNDAY, OCTOBER 2, 1910 BET Ill temper Increased at an equal rate. Sometimes she would stand In the yard and rail at David through his high window. Then you could, hear her as far as the double chestnut tree above Pere Gruneau's blacksmith forge.

M. Papineau, the kind, wise, meddling old notary, saw this, aa he saw everything at which his note pointed. He went to David, fortified himself with a great pinch of snuff, and said: "Friend Mignot, I affixed the seal upon the marriage certificate of your father. It would distress me to be obliged to attest a paper signifying the bankruptcy of his son. But that is what you are coming to.

I speak as an old friend. Now listen to what I have to say. You have your heart stft, I perceive, upon poetry. At Dreux, I have a friend, one Monsieur Bril Georges Bril. He lives in a little cleared space in a household of books.

He is a learned man; he visits Paris each year; he himself has written books. He will tell you when the cat acombs were made, how they found out the names of the stars, and why the plover has a long bill. The meaning and the form of poetry is to him as intelligent as the baa of a sheep is to you. I give you a letter to him, and you shall take him your poems and let him read them. Then you will know if you shall write more, or give your attention to your wife and business." "Write the letter," said David; "I am sorry you did not speak of this sooner." At sunrise the next morning he was on the road to Dreux with the precious roll of poems under his arm.

At noon he wiped the dust from his feet at the door of Monsieur Bril. That learned man broke, the seal of M. Paplneau'a letter, and sucked up Its contents through his gleaming spectacles as the sun draws water. He took David inside to his study and sat him down upon a little Island beat upon by a sea of books. Monsieur Bril had a conscience.

He flinched not even at a mass of manuscript the thickness of a finger length and rolled to an Incorrigible curve. He broke the back of the roll against his knee, and began to read. He slighted nothing; he bored Into the lump as a worm into a nut, seeking for a kernel. Meanwhile, David sat marooned, trembling In the spray of so much literature. It roared In his ears.

He held no chart or compass for voyaging In that sea. Half the world, he thought must be writing books. Monsieur Bril bored to the last page of the poems. Then he took off his spectacles and wiped them with his handkerchief. "My friend, Papineau, is he asked.

"In the best of health," said David. "How many sheep have you, Monsieur Mignot?" "Three hundred and nine, when I counted them yesterday. The flock has of famous Dr. Elizabeth Black Dr. Emily Blackwell, recalls the the bitter fight waged against wo the medical profession.

to Pine street and Eighth to Ninth street), decided in favor of admitting the women students to the clinics there A most astonishing, underhand en deavor was set on foot to oust the entire board of managers at the approaching annual election. They were all (or nearly all) members of the Society of Friends, as had been the case from Penn's own days. That particular board had been In office for many years and no word of complaint had ever been heard against its management. There were hundreds of an nual subscribers to its funds. By its charter every such subscriber Is entitled to vote at the annual election.

Because of the absolute public confidence in the administration of the hospital there were never more than a "handful" of voters in attendance at these elections, of which public advance notice is always published. Here I beg to state that what I am writing Is all of personal knowledge. My family and myself were all deeply interested In the Woman's Medical college and Its fortunes. Dr. Longshore had been through years our family physician.

Another one of that earliest class, who was. afterwards one of the faculty of the college, had been a cousin of my father. A number of the students of various classes in the Civil war time and later were frequent and welcome visitors at our home among these, a daughter of the famous missionary to Constantinople, Rev. Dr. Cyrus Hamlin.

Prof. Henry Harts home of Haverford college (an institution founde and endowed byPhila delphia members of the Society of Friends, although never under the control of the yearly as those institutions are which are for the children of members of the society only) also held a professor's chair in the Woman's college although his brother, Dr. Edward Hartshorne, was ranged among its active opposers. There were some broad minded men, you note, in the ranks of Philadelphia physicians who were earnest sustained of woman's rights, and the duty of some of the sex, to practice medicine and to have full preparation for the same and recognition in the xprofes sion. I wish I could name them all, In Roll of Honor.

I cannot, but I especially desire to name, beside Dr. Henry Hartshorne, Dr. EHwood Wilson. There were others chiefly among the younger men who became members of the faculty of the college and earnest strlvers for the admission of women to the Medical society a goal to which they did not attain for several years after the time of the battle had 01 fortune. To that number It has decreased from S60." "You hare a wife and a home, and lived In comfort.

The sheep brought you plenty. You went into the fields with them and lived In the keen air and ate the sweet bread of contentment You had but to be vigilant and recline there upon nature's breast listening to the whistle of the tlnued Monslgneur Bril, his eyes wandering about his sea of books as If ho conned the horizon for a sail. "Look yonder, Monelgnor Mignot; tell me what you see In that tree." "I tee a crow," said David, looking. "There is a bird," aald Monslgneur Bril, "that shall assist where I am disposed to shirk a duty. You know blackbirds in the grove.

Am I right thus far?" "It was so," said David. "I have read all your verses." eon MET AND Absorbing story of love, marriage and divorce in high life, or how Ernest Brsgley and Mabel Vane met, woed, married and were separated, snd why. BY TOM GERRITY Ernest Bragley had what his friends regarded as a "good Job." He worked In the main office of the Digdeep Coal company and was esteemed as a very competent young man. In fact, he was the only employe of the office who could take dictation from the general manager, and the G. M.

was a fiend for correspondence. He never talked. It went on paper. If the G. M.

had occasion to reprimand a clerk' for arriving late at the office, he caljed in Ernest Bragley. In due time' a letter I signed by the G. M. was delivered to the delinquent clerk. Ernest Bragley pulled down J60 a month.

He wag one of the highest paid men on the rolls, outside the list of officers. Ernest Bragley had his weaknesses. He liked a burlesque show, but it should be 'said In his favor that he never mingled with Duriesque apart from witnessing the performance. He went' to the theater because it helped pass otherwise a dull night. Ernest Bragley smoked occasionally, particularly at the theater which tolerated "smoking concerts." Usually he turned in at midnight, was up at seven and at business on the dot He was seldom late; He dressed neatly, never appeared in a two day collar, and when hejwent to the barber's he added a massage.

There was something about the peppermint flavor of the massage which he liked to wear. Sometimes he stood nights In front of the main hotel; sometimes he lounged in the corridors of the hotel in a seat facing the, principal street Comparing him with the general run of young men he was twenty two Ernest Bragley was prom ising. Mabel Vane had been In the one store four years. She was a first over the admission of women to the Pennsylvania hospital clinics. Nota Bene.

Do not confound this ancient and famous institution with the medical department of the University of Pennsylvania and its hospital foundations of a much later generation. To return to the attempt to oust the board of managers of the older institution. It so happened that the event was' precipitated by the, sudden coming in of a strong, new influence which sought for educated! women physicians. That was the application of Miss Clara Swayne, a woman student of medicine, made to the executive board of the "Woman's Union Foreign Missionary society, (usually referred to as the "Zenana Mission society," because its chief work was the sending THE POOR BLACK CROW." that bird, Monsieur Mignot; he Is the philosopher of the air. He is happy through submission to his lot.

None so merrv or ull crawed as he with his PARTED class saleslady. She knew "the trade." Sometimes as many as four women would line up at once before her counter and each woman would address her as "Mabel." She liked it. Familiarity in this respect breeds sales. The floorwalkers paid little or no attention to that counter. Mabel Vane was dependable.

She could sell goods. She was "neat as pins," cheerful, obliging but given to complaining during "spells." Mabel was ambitious. She shuddered at the thought of spending four more years behind a counter, though she was one of the highest salaried woman clerks In the house. She received $7 a week, but only Mabel and the bookkeepers knew this, aside from the management. "Why, I've often seen you passing our store," Mabel Vane was saying one night, as she and a young man walked slowly up the main street, past the principal hotel.

"I often wondered who you were." The young man was Ernest Bragley. He and Mabel yane had struck up an acquaintance that night. "Oh, I've often seen you," replied Ernest Bragley. "I've seen you many a time, passing our office building at luncheon hour. I've often been Inclined to ask someone who you were, but I never did.

I would not care to let any of our clerks know that I was inclined that way." "Isn't it maddening that way?" came back Mabel. "I often notice it. You know, sometimes when we're buying, a drummer may stop and talk with me, or I might walk down the store with him. It's perfectly business matters. You know, I do all the buying for the six counters on that side of women missionaries to India to reach the women shut in' Zenanas, the Indian harem or home of the women of.

the family), to send her as a missionary physician to these women. She was accepted, pending the completion of her studies and her graduation, and at once the entire membership of the society, comprising members of all the leading Protestant churches, became interested in the thorough education of women physicians. For it was evident from the first proposition of it, how great and efficient a force they would become In foreign mission work, In hospitals and in the homes. Consequently the "Zenana Mission" board added Its formal application fnr tha admission of women to the cUnics of'! the Pennsylvania hospital to the CONTINUED ON PAGE NINETEEN whimsical eye and rollicking sUp. The fields yield him what be desires.

Ha never grieves that his plumage la not gay, like the oriole's. And you have heard. Monsieur Mignot, the notes that nature has given him? Is the nightingale any happier, do you think?" David rose to his feet The wow cawed harshly tram his tree. "I thank you. Monsieur Bril," he said, slowly.

"There was not then, one nightingale note among all those croaks?" of the store, and, of course, I've got to tell those drummers just what we want. And there are still some clerks who whisper that I am trying to make a hit with the drummer. It's ridiculous. The idea of me having any time for a drummer. Of course, they've got to come to me.

It's my business to deal with them. They sometimes go to the manager, but he always sends them to me." "Do you do all the buying?" Ernest asked. "No, not all of it. There are other buyers. I don't handle the cheaper goods, the wash stuffs, and knlcknacks and that sort of thins.

I buy the linens and the silks, and most of the dress goods; that is, the imported dress goods," she answered, as if wearied by the telling of it. Naturally, Ernest Bragley here took up the thread and told what he did In the office of the Digdeep Coal comr pany. "I don't work hard; my hours are short," he said, "but there is a lot of responsibility it. You take," he went on, "six hundred men to look after, hear their complaints, settle their grievances and kicks and it's hard, after all. The general manager is on the road most of the time.

Then It's up to me to see that things go right till he gets back. But they pay me well for it. There are not many positions paying 52,500 lying around loose, so I suppose I'll stick for a while, anyway, vslnce I've got assur; ance of 53,000 beginning the next fiscal year. Our directors' meeting will be held on the twenty seventh. I may get on the board then.

I own some stock, and the G. M. wants me to take a few more shares, so I can eligible to the board." On reaching the corner, Ernest and Mabel stepped into a drug store and each had a sundae. Ernest smashed a 510 bill In paying the bill, twenty cents. They proceeded from the shop to Mabel's home, exchanging comparisons of conditions en route.

On the way, Ernest learned that the store management paid Mabel a salary of $140 a month for doing all the import ant buying. Mabel told him this her self. So he had It authentic, first hand. she learned from the best source that he held a 52,500 position, with a fair chance of it going up to 53,000, the beginning of the next fiscal year. Mabel learned that of this 52,500 Ernest spent not morehan $1, 200 and either banked the balance or invested part of It In company's stock.

He paid 560 for his suits; he got a good business hat for 54. His shoes, he was light on shoes, cost him only 56 a pair. "Gee, I'm getting tired of dubbing along at a machine day after day," soliloquized Ernest in his room one Sunday afternoon. He compared his conditions with those of other young men of his age. "Here I am," he went on, "plugging along at a measly 560 a month.

I can't get any more than that. A stenographer's got to land In the courts or in some big lawyer's office "I oould not have missed It" Monsieur Bril, with a alga. 1 read vary word. Live your poetry, man; do not try to writ It any more." "I thank you." aald David, again. "And now I will be going back to my sheep." "If you would dine with mo." Mid the man of books, "and overlook the smart of It, I will give you reasons at length." "No," said the poet "I must bo back In the fields cawing at my sheep." Back along the road to Veroy he trudged, with hia poems under his arm.

When ha reached hia village ha turned into the shop of on Zelgler. a Jew out of Armenia, who sold anything that came to bis hand. "Friend," said David, "wolvm from the forest harass my 'sheep on the hills. I must purchase firearms to protect them. What have youf "A bad day, this, for me, friend Mignot," said Zelgler, spreading bia bands, "for I perceive that I must sell you a weapon that will not fetch a tenth of its value.

Only last week I bought from a peddler a wagon full of goods that he procured at a sale by a commissionaire of the crown. The sale was of the chateau and belongings of a great lord I know not his title who has been banished for conspiracy against the king. There are tome choice firearms in the lot This pistol oh, a weapon fit for a prfnee! it shall be only forty franos to you, friend Mignot if I lose ten by the sale. But perhaps an arquebus" "This will do," aald David, throwing the money on the counter. "Is it charged?" "I will charge it," said Zelgler.

"And. for ten francs more, add a store of powder and ball." David laid his pistol under bis coat and walked to his cottage. Yvonne was not there. Of late she had taken to gadding much among the neighbors. But a fire was glowing in the kitchen stove.

David opened the door of it and thrust his poems in upon the coals. As they blazed up they made a singing, harsh sound in the flue. "The song of the crow!" said the poet. He went up to his attic room and closed the door. So quiet was the village that a score of people heard the roar of the great pistol.

They flocked thither, and up the stairs, where the smoke, issuing, drew their notice. The men laid the body of the poet upon his bed, awkwardly arranging it to conceal the torn plumage of the poor black crow. The women chattered In a luxury of zealous pity. Some of them ran to tell Yvonne. M.

Papineau, whose nose had brought him there among the first picked up the weapon and ran his eye over its silver mountings with a mingled air of connoisseurship and grief "The arms," he explained, aside, to the "and crest of Monselgneur, the Marquis do Beaupertuys." Next, week we will publish one of O. Henry's charming stories of Texas, entitled "Art and the Bronoo." before he can get his head above water. I'm twenty two, working for sixty bones a month and the chances are that if I stick with a corporation for four more years, I'll still be pulling down $60. Some fellows can get married on $60 per. I'd be no worse off If I were married and settled down.

Two can live as cheaply as one." i Mabel Vane had just pinned on her puffs and was glancing over the right shoulder to make certain that the "wire rat" did not show through the puff business. She rubbed a piece of chamois dipped In talcum over her face, and rubbed it hard along )the corners of her nose. She lifted her hat on carefully. If it were made of the most brittle substance she could not handle it with more care. Finally, she got the hat on.

A few more rubs of the. chamois and she was then ready for a few glances Into a mirror held up so the back of her head reflected from the larger mirror In the bureau. Then she turned down the light, went out on the porch and waited for a car. "I think he's nice," she mused. "He's got a swell job.

I wish I could' get a fellow like him for a steady. I don't mind his name, Ernest. Names don't count. He makes enough salary to' overcome the name, and besides, I'm getting sick of working, working, working, all the time, never a never a rest, on my feet from eight till six Jn an old store behind a stuffy old counter for $7 a week." Mabel was on the point of spoiling all the good accomplished by the chamois, when she thought of the engagement she had with Ernest and checked the welling tears. Mabel felt her heart flutter when she walked home with Ernest that nlSfht.

Ernest felt a dynamo churning in his breast. "Sometimes lone some," said Ernest, after a long break In their conversation. "I get tired of sitting In my suite, night after night." Mabel (sighed. "I do, too," she breathed. Ernest stifled a sigh.

A sigh would be undignified. So he choked it, by holding his bteath, until a sneeze threatened. He convinced her, however, that he was lonesome, tired of bachelor life, and she, though It meant throwing up a $140 position as chief buyer for the house, knew that the $140 would be never missed. There is a regulation form of libel. It sets forth the time of the marriage and the date of the The lawyer fills in the spaces for the dates, and then fills In the cause of action in the body of the paper.

After the libel had recited that Mabel Bragley was married to Ernest Bragley on June 7, 1909, and lived with him on and after until Sept. 6, 1909, that she was forced to withdraw from and leave his home on account of cruel and barbarous treatment and' such Indignities as tc make life burdensome and intolerable There was no petition for alimony.