entiment. Public sentiment demands of a man
that he shall be physically brave. If a woman appeals to him for
protection, his bosom must heave with courage like the billows of the
ocean, though he quake in his boots. Yet the woman he defends will
endure pain without a murmur, which would make the man groan for an
hour. When my wife is ill it takes about two days to find it out; she
does not seem so cheerful the first day, and the second, she will
admit she is not so well. Let me get sick, and the whole family will
know it in half an hour.

I know a woman will scream if a mouse runs across the floor, but give
her a loved one to defend, let supreme danger come and she's no
coward. John Temple Graves tells of a Georgia girl so timid she was
afraid to cross the hall at night to mother's room. She married a
worthy young man and by industry and economy they paid for a cottage
home. He began to cough, and the hectic flush told his lungs were
involved. The doctor advised a change of climate.

"We'll sell the home," said the little wife, "and go where the doctor
advises, for the home will be nothing to me if you are gone."

They went to Florida and knowing they must husband their small means,
she took in sewing. A few months later the doctor advised a higher
altitude. They went to a little city in the Ozark mountains. Here
again she plied her needle, wearing upon her face by day a smile to
cheer her husband, while at night her pillow was wet with tears as she
heard him coughing his life away. After several months she was
informed by physicians that but one chance in a hundred remained, and
that was still further west.

"I'll take the hundredth chance," she said, and on west they went.
Soon after, in the far-away city he died; she pawned her wedding ring
to make up the price of tickets back to Georgia. There the little
widow buried her dead by the side of his mother, and after planting
her favorite flowers about the grave, she turned away to face the
duties of life, and though a dead wall seemed lifted before her, she
met each day with a smile and hid her sorrow beneath the soul's altar
of hope.

Man has won his title to courage upon battlefield, and yet the
battlefield is not the place to test true courage.

"The wife who girds her husband's sword,
'Mid little ones who weep or wonder,
And bravely speaks the cheering word,
E'en though her heart be rent asunder:

Doomed nightly in her dreams to hear
The