On Strike, or, Where do the Girls come in?

Where do the Girls come in?
EDRIC GLENFIELD.
Dedicated to all his Australian Sisters by the Author.
SYDNEY: GIBBS, SHALLARD & CO., PRINTERS & PUBLISHERS 84a Pitt Street. —— 1890.

WHERE DO THE GIRLS COME IN?
Reginald Oofbourne was born with the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth. It is not necessary for the purpose of this work to say how his family acquired their wealth, but at the age of twenty-one he was approximately worth six million pounds sterling. He was deeply in love with a young lady who was born in a village adjoining his own property.
His love was no sudden infatuation. He had carried Edith Marton in his arms as a baby, he had worshipped the sweet child of twelve, and when she reached the age of eighteen he was madly in love with her. They were about to be married, when one afternoon Edith, who was riding on the banks of the Thames, near Slangbourne, with her great friend, Mrs. Croolbred, met with a serious and, as after events proved, a fatal accident. Her horse shyed at an amateur photographer, and she was thrown violently on the road. Assistance was at once obtained, and she was carried home insensible. Reginald Oofbourne was at once sent for, but only arrived in time to see his darling girl expire in his arms.
Before she died she was able only to say a few words, and her last request to her devoted lover was—“Promise me, Reggy, that you will devote your enormous wealth to benefit any of my sex who require assistance throughout the world.” “I promise, darling,” replied the distracted lover, and Edith fell back dead.
I will draw a blank over the next few days. Our hero was struck down with an attack of brain fever, and his life was despaired of. He, however, was rescued when on the brink of the grave by the careful nursing of a few devoted friends. When he became convalescent he was a broken-hearted man, but by his promise his life and wealth were devoted to the benefit of the female sex throughout the world.