There's Wisdom in Women

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Angie Morgan:

 I sat in the dull, grey parlor. The fire slowly died and the tea in my china cup warmed my hands, somehow trying to console me. I thought back to the day of my father's funeral.

It was dark and dreary; the kind of dreary that made you feel like the thick smog of the city wrapped around you like a cold, wet blanket. I glanced down at my satin dress, and my shoes caked with the black mud of the cemetery.

A single tear had rolled down my cheek. I remembered seeing a glint of light as it fell on the fresh mound of earth at my feet. I stood there staring at the ground, lost in sadness that accompanied my loss, when a young man came up to me. I hardly listened to the words that he spoke . He steered me towards a motorcar. The young man took my arm and helped me into the car. We slowly maneuvered though generations of tombstones carved from marble and stone on each side of the winding path.

We pulled up to the courthouse, where I learned my life would never be quite the same. 

It had been a long afternoon, spent with a man who was solely after my father's money, and the only way he could get it was through me. I set down my cup of the now-cold tea on the tray and picked up a pen and paper and began to write.

Dear Readers,  

When a man comes to you with a proposal but speaks with the voice of a businessman than I say politely decline and move on with life. When a man comes to you with a look of passion in his eyes and in a kind voice you will know he is the one for you. 

But nowadays the men only look at wealth power and beauty. Not the values we bring to the world but how much wealth they can gain and if we can birth a son to pass on his wealth. We are nothing more than a tool to help them gain more of what a man must think of as his God, money. The men do not see the power of the female but the power of the man. They will never fully appreciate the wisdom a woman has. Men may go to school to be doctors but the mother of the child knows more about scraped knees and runny noses than any doctor. When a husband beats his wife she can't go to court and ask for a divorce without giving up her land or her children. She cowers in fear from her husband and holds her children close. In the United States a woman may not own property, her husband could take her wages, and she cannot do anything about. Now I ask you is this fair? Will there ever be a day when a woman stand beside a man in the line to vote? 

Thank you dear reader for your time, 

~Miss Morgan~ 

 

When I had finished, I called in the maid and asked her to clear the tea. As she exited out the door I called, "Pardon but could I have a word." She nodded a walked in "You have worked quite well this week so you may have this afternoon off." The look on her face was shocked and when I handed her a five dollar bill she looked as if she would faint. I picked up my letter and walked out of the parlor. I put on my coat and walked out of the door. The driver was ready but I waved him off and got in the driver's seat. He tried to protest but when he saw my face he decided not to pursue an argument.

I drove to the woman's rights print shop and dropped of the letter of. I walked to the book shop and bought a book she had been wanting to read "A True Woman." I understood it was fiction and not an ounce of it resembled reality. But I love to read the romance books and every good romance story is fiction.  

The book store's clerk passed by me. He was an acquaintance of mine, and he would often suggests books for me. He was a kind, helpful, courteous man, which was a relief from the godforsaken world in which men acted more like pigs in ties and overcoats. And as I looked at him, a thought came into my head that he was even hansom. I quickly shook the idea from my head, I was Angie Morgan, only daughter of Mister and Missus Henry Morgan. I didn't need a man to take care of me. To steal my money and lock me in my own home. I would never bow down to the power of love.  Never.