became colder and more indifferent. He was neither a drinking nor an abusive man; but he could say such cruel and cutting things that I would a hundred times rather have been beaten and ill-used than compelled, as I was, to hear them. He even made me feel it a disgrace to be a woman and a mother. Once he said to me: "If you had had ambition of the right sort you would have perfected yourself in your stenography so that you could have taken cases in court. There's a little fortune in that business."
I was acquainted with a woman stenographer who reported divorce cases and who had described to me the work, so I answered:
"I would rather die of hunger, my baby in my arms, then report divorce proceedings under the eyes of men in a court house."
Other women, as good as you, have done and are doing it," he retorted.
"Other women, perhaps better than I, have done and are doing it," I replied, "but all women are not alike. I am not that kind."
"That's so," said he. "Well, they are the kind who are up to date. You are behind the times."
One evening I left James and Miss Moran engaged with their work and went across the, street to see a sick friend. When I returned
