meeting which she had attended the evening before.
After she had gone he seemed to be quite exhilarated. "That's a great woman!" he remarked.
"I do not think so!" I answered him. "One who would take from the sorrowful and suffering their hope of a happier existence hereafter, and add to their trials on earth by branding them as objects of aversion and contempt, is not only not a great woman but, to my mind, no woman at all."
He picked up a paper and walked into another room.
"What do you think now?" I cried after him.
"What would be the use of my explaining to you?" he returned. "You wouldn't understand."
How my heart yearned over my child those days! I would sit before the typewriter and in fancy hear her crying for her mother. Poor, sick little one, watched over by a strange woman, deprived of her proper nourishment. While I took dictation from my employer I thought only of her. The result, of course, was, that I lost my place. My husband showed his displeasure at this in various ways, and as the weeks went by and I was unsuccessful in obtaining another position, he
