The new woman came in with a firm and confident tread. She hung her hat on a nail, stood her cane in the corner, and kissed her husband gayly as he was mixing the biscuit for supper.
"Any luck today, dearie?" asked the man as his careworn face took on an anxious expression.
"The best of luck," she said with a joyous smile. "The day has come when the world recognizes woman as man's equal in everything. She is no longer content to occupy a lower plane than his and is his competitor in all the fields of action. I obtained a position today at fifty dollars per week for the entire season."
"What is the position?"
"Female impersonator at the new theater."
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Lord Oakhurst's Curse
HorrorBy O. Henry Lord Oakhurst lay dying in the oak chamber in the eastern wing of Oakhurst Castle.
