第25章

[The everlasting Newness of Woman.]

An Oriental visitor was returning from our shores to his native land.

"Well," asked the youthful diplomatist who had been told off to show him round, as on the deck of the steamer they shook hands, "what do you now think of England?""Too much woman," answered the grave Orientalist, and descended to his cabin.

The young diplomatist returned to the shore thoughtful, and later in the day a few of us discussed the matter in a far-off, dimly-lighted corner of the club smoking-room.

Has the pendulum swung too far the other way? Could there be truth in our Oriental friend's terse commentary? The eternal feminine!

The Western world has been handed over to her.The stranger from Mars or Jupiter would describe us as a hive of women, the sober-clad male being retained apparently on condition of its doing all the hard work and making itself generally useful.Formerly it was the man who wore the fine clothes who went to the shows.To-day it is the woman gorgeously clad for whom the shows are organized.The man dressed in a serviceable and unostentatious, not to say depressing, suit of black accompanies her for the purpose of carrying her cloak and calling her carriage.Among the working classes life, of necessity, remains primitive; the law of the cave is still, with slight modification, the law of the slum.But in upper and middle-class circles the man is now the woman's servant.

I remember being present while a mother of my acquaintance was instilling into the mind of her little son the advantages of being born a man.A little girl cousin was about to spend a week with him.

It was impressed upon him that if she showed a liking for any of his toys, he was at once to give them up to her.

"But why, mamma?" he demanded, evidently surprised.

"Because, my dear, you are a little man."Should she break them, he was not to smack her head or kick her--as his instinct might prompt him to do.He was just to say:

"Oh, it is of no consequence at all," and to look as if he meant it.

[Doctor says she is not to be bothered.]

She was always to choose the game--to have the biggest apple.There was much more of a similar nature.It was all because he was a little man and she was a little woman.At the end he looked up, puzzled:

"But don't she do anything, 'cos she's a little girl?"It was explained to him that she didn't.By right of being born a little girl she was exempt from all duty.

Woman nowadays is not taking any duty.She objects to housekeeping;she calls it domestic slavery, and feels she was intended for higher things.What higher things she does not condescend to explain.One or two wives of my acquaintance have persuaded their husbands that these higher things are all-important.The home has been given up.

In company with other strivers after higher things, they live now in dismal barracks differing but little from a glorified Bloomsbury lodging-house.But they call them "Mansions" or "Courts," and seem proud of the address.They are not bothered with servants--with housekeeping.The idea of the modern woman is that she is not to be bothered with anything.I remember the words with which one of these ladies announced her departure from her bothering home.

"Oh, well, I'm tired of trouble," she confided to another lady, "so I've made up my mind not to have any more of it."Artemus Ward tells us of a man who had been in prison for twenty years.Suddenly a bright idea occurred to him; he opened the window and got out.Here have we poor, foolish mortals been imprisoned in this troublesome world for Lord knows how many millions of years.We have got so used to trouble we thought there was no help for it.We have told ourselves that "Man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upwards." We imagined the only thing to be done was to bear it philosophically.Why did not this bright young creature come along before--show us the way out.All we had to do was to give up the bothering home and the bothering servants, and go into a "Mansion" or a "Court."It seems that you leave trouble outside--in charge of the hall-porter, one supposes.He ties it up for you as the Commissionaire of the Army and Navy Stores ties up your dog.If you want it again, you ask for it as you come out.Small wonder that the "Court" and "Mansion" are growing in popularity every day.

[That "Higher Life."]

They have nothing to do now all day long, these soaring wives of whom I am speaking.They would scorn to sew on a shirt-button even.Are there not other women--of an inferior breed--specially fashioned by Providence for the doing of such slavish tasks? They have no more bothers of any kind.They are free to lead the higher life.What Iam waiting for is a glimpse of the higher life.One of them, it is true, has taken up the violin.Another of them is devoting her emancipation to poker work.A third is learning skirt-dancing.Are these the "higher things" for which women are claiming freedom from all duty? And, if so, is there not danger that the closing of our homes may lead to the crowding up of the world with too much higher things?

May there not, by the time all bothers have been removed from woman's path, be too many amateur violinists in the world, too many skirt-dancers, too much poker work? If not, what are they? these "higher things," for which so many women are demanding twenty-four hours a day leisure.I want to know.