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inflicted on her which civilizatito bind
like you we'd win any strike we The Little Lady of the big house, tackled,” he replied.
and Labiskwee who starved herself "What would you have done if you on the long trail by the Yukon, that hadn't been married ?"
Smoke Bellew might eat and live, are “Seen 'em in hell first,” was his re- both mate-women- very much alike ply. And Saxon answered:
for all the difference in race and en“Then it doesn't make any differ- vironment. They are wonder-women, ence being married. I've got to stand and like Lizzie Connolly in "Martin by you in everything you stand for. Eden," they take no thought for themI'd be a nice wife if I didn't.”
selves. Their business is to battle There was rioting, and Saxon's side by side with their men for bread, baby was born dead. They lost their for life, if need be; to give rest and furniture, could buy no more food, and content, joy and happiness; to bind Billy was jailed. Still Saxon stood up the wounds which civilization has by. All the parasite in her, handed inflicted on her children. down through the ages when woman's To one who knew the Londons, best if not only means of support was these women of his books seem to be her sex, cultivated by custom as vivid incarnations of Charmian Kitsomething to be cherished, slipped tredge. Mate-woman was one of the away from her. She become the mate- names by which he called his wife, woman, mother, as well as wife, of and well did she deserve it. Always, her man; and, when Billy was re- everywhere, she was his companion leased from jail, homeless and penni- and co-worker; always all that man less they tramped over California till, could expect of woman. No one can together, they earned a home for read his “Cruise of the Snark" withthemselves in the "Valley of the out realizing that the portraits he has Moon.”
drawn of these other women are based There might be a considerable on his life with Charmian. When their amount of human folly prevented and boat leaked and all were sick; when human misery saved if every girl, and they were becalmed for weeks on end every woman could read with open and they had no longer strength to mind the "Valley of the Moon.” steer their frail craft and the boat
Dede Mason, heroine of "Burning floated for days an inert mass; when Daylight,” is another of London's the tropic sun caused Jack's white mate-women. Co-worker in all things, skin to peel off in silvery scales, ultiall heart and all brain, she will not mately sending him to an Australian marry the man she loves—because he hospital—then he realized to the full is wealthy; because she would cease the meaning of the word mate-woman. to be a fellow worker of his in the of- Charmian came back and wrote fice, and become the kept plaything of the cheerful, optimistic "Log of the his leisure hours. To become the wife Snark;" Jack wrote the “Cruise of the
—and therefore the kept woman-of Snark,” laying bare the tale of their the man she has loved for years is to struggles and privations, and dedicather unthinkable. She is very wise, ed it to the woman who wept when the and she knows that to place a woman voyage had to be given up. in a position where in order to live As for London's other women charshe must calculate, “How much will acters, most of them seem to bear a my husband give me?" is to begin close resemblance to a lady who came to destroy that woman's love for her intimately into his life soon after he man. She is wise enough to know began to write. To the discerning that a real woman loves a man more reader, his Ruth of “Martin Eden," is for what she gives to him than for a shining example of the purely parawhat he gives to her. When he is sitic woman. Martin interests her; financially ruined she comes to him she imagines she loves him; but she freely and gladly.
thinks he can't make money enough
to keep her properly and throws him endowed them with attributes they over. Her psychology is identical did not possess, imagined them to be with that of the dance hall girl who nest builders, mate-women, when picks as a partner a man who will they were not. Such a composite type spend much money on her before the is Margaret in “The Mutiny of the night is past in preference to a better Elsinore.” More convincing, but still man who has less means. Ruth is very a composite type growing out of his good, very refined and very virtuous; own longing, is Avis, in the “Iron but she must marry a man abundantly Heel." ' able to keep her. Her father and He had always an ideal, as most mother have trained her to look on her men have, of what a woman ought to sex as the most valuable, most market- be; but in the first few years of his able, commodity she possesses. Her writing he could only describe the mother is a real lady; she knows noth- ideal; he had not intimately known ing of vice, and the ways of the under the reality. Consequently the woman world. But all the same, she has an characters of his earlier writings seem attractive daughter for sale, and in and are, more or less artificial. But tends to get the best possible price— they are no whit more artificial than or husband for the girl. Martin is their prototypes in real life. He drew successful; he makes money, and they them better than he knew; the world wish to resume acquaintance with is full of women of their kind-artifihim; he now has the means of buying cial products of an artificial social sysRuth.
tem, crippled daughters of a soul deAnd what about Maud, that most stroying civilization. He drew their artificial lady of the "Sea Wolf?” portraits without bitterness; none Alone on an uninhabited island with knew better than he that society had a man who has saved both her honor made them what they were, commerand her life, with a man she loves and cialized in body and in mind. They who loves her, she does not dream of were good, too, but Jack London realgiving him a caress, or sign of love ized that no woman can be quite as till they are rescued, months later, by bad as a thoroughly good woman; a passing ship. Love is of no conse- that none can rise to the heights so quence to her unless it can be publicly well as those who have plumbed the advertised amongst strangers as well depths.
amongst strangers as wel as friends, with suitable clerical cere- London is often spoken of as a monies. She was looking to see what "man's author," because apparently she could get out of marriage — not more men that women admire his trying to see of how much comfort she writings. Some women understand might be to the man she loved. And and admire; many realize subconthere was nothing to be gotten from sciously, that the parasite type is a such a connection on a lonely island. portrayal of themselves, and are re
Some of his parasite women wear sentful; many more have been SO the cloak of respectability and some overcultured by civilization and have do not. London realized the truth of been weighted down by the forces of Kipling's line about the Colonel's custom and petty superstition and lady and Judy O'Grady; they are both mentally and morally stunted by ecothe same as far as morals are con nomic pressure that the race instincts cerned. Training, economic circum- which all women once had in common stances, environment, personal taste, are either dormant or dead. Artificause the seeming differences to ap- cial themselves, London's mate-wopear. He found parasite women in men seem to them artificial. the Klondike and in the London slums, His popularity among men is not and he found them amongst the work- altogether due to the fact that he ing class and the cultured homes of writes of the mine and the trail, of the Berkeley. At times he idealized them, open road and the sea, of labor and ranch. It is due as much to the fact men, they have retained the healthy that most men have searched for their normal mating instincts. London's mate-women, and searched in vain, mate-woman-his ideal—is the ideal and have married without finding woman consciously or unconsciously them, as to the virile character of his in the minds of millions of men. That stories. Contrary though the idea such a woman, such an ideal relationmay be to popular opinion, which is ship, is for most men unattainable, usually wrong, most men have more and remains forever an ideal, causes sentiment and less commercialism, as London's women to possess a lasting far as love is concerned, than have attraction for the men who read his most women. Far more so than wo- . works.
Queer Korean Superstitions
By Matt Smith
HILE sojourning as a mission- from ether space to earth and goes ary in far-off Korea during the the rounds of all villages, trying on
first four years of the present the straw shoes before each door. Kocentury, the most difficult part of my reans, like all other dwellers of the task was to eradicate from the minds Orient, who wear sandals, slip them cf my pupils the many strange super- off before the door, never entering stitions and ideas which prevailed the house with their shoes on. Those among all classes of the natives. whose shoes he finds are sure to re.
Like their Chinese cousins, the Ko- ceive from "Au Wangi" some gift not reans prefer to follow the moon rather desired nor longed for, but objectionthan the sun in their division of the able and dreadful, for this evil spirit's year, and the most important moon gifts come in the form of malignant, in the year is the silver sickle that hideous disease, famine and pestithey see suspended by an invisible lence. To avoid his gifts and puzzle cord, the first night of the first month the old fellow, the shoes are usually in the year. All the natives made a taken within and a light kept burning new beginning, with the advent of the through the night. But those who fear new moon, and it is celebrated as a even that this precaution is insufficient time for restitution. Debts are paid, seek to attract his attention by placold scores are adjusted, and, most im ing a common wire seive on the straw portant of all, a complete suit of new thatched roof of the little home, with clothes is donned.
the hope that he has such a mania for The Korean holiday season begins counting little holes he will be kept on the first day of the first moon and occupied that he will fail to note the ends on the fifteenth, at which time flight of time. When midnight comes; the natives keep busy, and none but his power to scatter pestilential gifts the most indifferent and inexcusably passes away, and he is compelled to careless will neglect to attend to the depart and leave that house in peace. various little matters whereby the Poor ignorant Koreans, from year to spirit of disease, trouble and famine year they live in constant dread of the must be appeased or bribed.
approach of the fifteenth day of the Their special dread and greatest first moon of the year, when they eximaginary foe is one old fellow whom pect “Au Wangi" to promptly return they call "Au Wangi," since on the to earth, accompanied by countless fifteenth day of the first moon in the myriads of other evil spirits which year this malicious spirit descends they believe fill ethereal space.
By Frank M. Vancil.
a n leaving their winter camp, was one of the female prisoners taken
April, 1805, among the Mandan at that time, though I cannot discover
Indians on the upper Missouri that she shows any emotion of sorRiver, Lewis and Clark, the great row in recollecting this event, or joy Western explorers, employed a Cana- in being restored to her native coundian Frenchman, named Chaboneau, try. If she has enough to eat and a for a guide. His Indian wife and few trinkets to wear, I believe she baby went with them. The woman would be perfectly contented anywhose name was Sacajaweah or "Bird where." Woman," was of the Snake or Sho- Rev. John Roberts, a Missionary shone tribe beyond the mountains. among the Indians for many years, She had been captured in battle and remembered Sacajaweah and offitaken more than a thousand miles ciated at her burial at the Shoshone down the river, where she became one Agency in April, 1884. of the three wives of the French It appears that when Toussant trapper.
Chaboneau, her French husband, beThe early home of Sacajaweah was came old and feeble, Sacajawea renear the mountains, and her return turned to her own people, the Showith the party to the land of her birth shones, roaming from Idaho to Wyomand kindred was an event of great re- ing. Young Chaboneau was a well joicing. Through her influence, her known guide to Bonneville and Frebrother being a chief of the tribe, the mont, and is often mentioned. good will of the Indians was secured. While Sacajawea was known as the She returned from the Pacific Coast "Bird Woman,” in Dakota, in Wyomwith the explorers to her native land ing she was “The Boat-Pus her.” She in the vicinity of Three Forks, Mon- was also called “Wadzewip," the Lost tana, where a suitable monument has Woman. Those who knew her, debeen erected to her memory.
scribe her as short and small, lively Much has been written about this and spry to the last, dying when she "Bird Woman,” but all that we know was 94 years old. of her is given in the journal of Lewis At the grave of Sacajawea on Wind and Clark who describe her as an or- River in Wyoming, the Daughters of dinary and obedient Indian squaw. the American Revolution have reShe was, however, of superior birth, cently erected a concrete monument the great chief, her brother, says with a brass plate bearing the inscripClark, "is a man of influence, sense, tion: “Sacajaweah, died April 9, easy and reserved manners, and ap- 1884. A guide with the Lewis and pears to possess a great deal of sin- Clark Expedition, 1804-1806. Identicerity.” Lewis gives this account: fied by Rev. J. Roberts, who officiated “Sah-car-gar-we-ah, our Indian woman at her burial."
The see pheart of me ise Canon walls
THE CALL OF THE WILD I who have watched the opal in the The blue of the mystic mountains, west
The call of the rushing stream, The while it faded to the palest gray, The luring whine of the wind-swept Have seen the crimson on the linnet's pine breast,
Awaken again the dreamAnd listened to the lark's inspiring Dream of the old-time freedom, lay:
Dream of the old-time thrills Have seen the vineyard purple in the And I hear once more as in years sun,
before And watched the orange turn from The call to return to the hills.
green to goldI know, I know that there is only One The sleeping spirits have wakened Who could have wrought these wonders manifold.
A vision calls from the canon walls
And the soul of me says "Go!"
Straight to the mountain's span,
Like a beckoning hand from some The light is miraculous — golden and fairy land, rare;
And I'm off to the hills again. The stream is a silken and shim
FORD C. FRICK. mering flood. Swallows and orioles sport in the air,
НОРЕ Ecstasy lives in their blood.
How glorious yonder in the eastern The trees rear their branches; leafage,
carage, Over the edge of night dawn's founsun-bright,
tains rise! Waves a bon voyage to the boats on
Pure as the gold of youth and fair the river.
to see, The gifts of the season are hearts
Even as hope is fair, diurnally.
F brave and light,
HERBERT EDWARD MIEROW.
The winter hills, snow-softened,
through the pane, REMEMBRANCE
The leafless boughs in sober, quaker Evening—a room with shaded light, guise, A rose whose perfume haunts the air, Within, the music of the leaping Her song—a fairy, viol at night,
flame, Her mystic presence everywhere. Her lyric laughter and her azure eyes. R. R. GREENWOOD.
R. R. GREENWOOD.