The evening world. Newspaper, November 4, 1922, Page 13

raw eM gO WHO'S THE EVENING WORLD, BATURDAY, NOVEMBER a, 1599." THE EVENING WORLD'S » COMPLETE NOVELETTE HIGH EXPLOSIVE By Sophie Kerr Fute QD brwin B.Jonnstone. he Femaleof th syns WHO IN THE STORY. : CYRUS HOOPER, member of Congress, a man who tried to see Phe right and fought for it. GENEVA HOOPER, his wife and helpmate, who shared her husband's beliefs and ambitions to RYERSON, | no bounds of decency looper thought dishonorable. the limit. a State boss, whose opposition to Hooper recog determined to put over a deal that TILLIE FLETCHER, one of the instruments chosen by Ryet- gon for the deeds of darkness his course made necessary. Sn OR TITCOMB, who came near to being a tool for CONGRESSMAN BRUSH, also used by Ryerson in his fight, against Hooper. ton, and him it ie ever a privi- lege to know. Even at the times when he remembers that his written and spoken word on international law ja respected as authority the world over, he is etill a Real Person, an¢ as human as they're made. But when he dives into the past and sal- vages the picturesque days of his Youth and poverty then, then is he the joy af all good listeners. We had been talking {d the changes of recent years, and some one faked him, curiously, whether or not he was ab advocate of women in politics. And then he told us this story: All I've got now I'd exchanges on the instant to live over agnin the time when I was scrambling through my law courses, living on two meals a day. The queer part of it was that I thought it was fun even then. But once pneumonia got me, and I was taken to a hospital. My real ordeal began when I was discharged as cured, too weak to do more toan stagger along, without a cent in my Pocket and hardly a friond in the city. I went out into a November sleet storm and, after I'd dragged myself a block or two, fell uncon- welous on the str I dropped down on the of Cyrus Hooper's house, and Mrs. Cyrus came out and found me. A beautiful, big red-headed woman sho was, with a heart as big and as open as the plains of her native State. She picked me up herseli—I didn't weigh very much after pneumonla— she sarried me into the house and put me down on a sofa, wrapped me in blankets and tried to give me some- thing hot to drink. When 1 camo to, there she was, leaning over me. “You poor kiu,"’ she gatd. “Lie still. Don't try to talk.” Then I heard her speaking to some one in the room. “Cy,” she sald, “I Juat wish you'd look at this boy I found falicn down im front of the house. I've sent for doctor—I don't know what's the matter with him, but he looks half starved and @ick enough to be in bed.” “My good Geneva,” a man's voice answered, 1 don't know but he's @ot the smallpox.” very steps “Heghasn’t got the smallpox,” enswed, with a sort of laugh in yolee, “because if he had, he'd be potted.” She camo to side and I ni aged to gasp o at Vid just trom a hospital, yaonia, and that I'a be Yew minutes, “There now, Cy," she sald tri- umphantly, “you see—he hasn't got the smallpox. He's wasted away to skin and bone, the poor boy. Here, sip an arm under his head and we'll ary bim ups' T can hear yarm, with a s it, ke when the 5 She 4 carried me up:taire and put me to bed, and J stayed right there fora week. Mrs, Hooper nursed me and found out everything about me—past, present and future. Natur- oon as T was vel) eh, she life in hand and arranged it to stay ri nd be C n't working at my stud help Junior in some of the whieh he found hardest. when 1 could studi studi who'd ov worse, “0 1 am forgetting Cyrus, and needed a private secre- was his first term in and he was actually living on nd voting as his conscience old had brains—a brein with o it Good old big Cy Hoope: one knows him now. Congressman three terms, Governor, Senator—two terms—he just missed the nomination for President ‘The Hoopers had a little house on Congres his salary al Every tun obec street, and there made a real home. Of course, a were noboly, but they were glad of tt @eveva hat lear skin that now and then comes with red hair— that creamy, delicious color that makes a beautiful red-headed woman more beautiful than any other. Her lips were very red and her eyes wero brown. I could rave on about her f hours. There never was any one like her, She was impulsive and gener- ous, yet level-headed. She was inter- ested In every new reform movement. She knew the whole game of politics through and ough, as well as Cy- rus did, yet she was what is called a home woman, and what a cook! Old- fashioned things, you know, that no- body ever hears of nowadays. Well, the reason why Cyrus needed the services of a secretary was thi Quite contrary to the usual prece- dent, he had been appointed to two committees, one very important and deairable—Public Lands—for a West- ern man, that 15, and one fairly so— Mines and Min This brought Cyrus into the limelight, and natu- rally his work Increased with his im- porta: He was not fooled however. He was a cautious mi and shrewd, besides which, he hed been more or less in State polities all his life, He and Geneva talked it over, sa they talked over everything. “Thero’s something fishy about {t,"" said Cyrus, “but as yet I haven't been abie to find out what it is, It'll de - p sooner or later. fe “Probably sooner,’ geaid Geneva. “In the mean time, you've got a chance to make yoursel? known—and felt. Cy, {t-must be Ryerson—Publ Oh Lands and Mines, you know. isn't (t Infamous that a man ko should have his dirty paws on a big, glorious State like ours, and to thini that he belleves that you will play his game for him.” Basy, Gen," cautioned Hooper. je's got no reagon to think that Ym attything but an organization If he thought differentiy—-w here in Washingt man. I wouldn't be you know that. You've never fought Lim ‘because you've never had to," she replied. “But that doesn't mean that you won't when you haye to. Now, does st? “You know it doesn’t," sald I quiet! hat's the worst of politica," she mused. “You've got to work with such abominable tools to get any where or anything.” It's not only the worst of politics,’’ sald Hooper, ‘t's the worst of life. But we're here to give Ryerson an awful run for money when he shows his hand. And then I'm going back home and make my next cam- palgn on a clean platform. And I'll win,”" HAT wus the first conversa that mie see where they stood, thing abcut {t pterested me, most, at I was, was that th youngste: y didn't fool themselves about anything — they knew their possibilities and their difficulties, and there was no great man bunk lurking either of them. in tho mind of That's the kind the: goes far—mark my words. That's t kind of Amert ans We ought to br —and Ryerson on, Was a State boss played a long, w ne, and he had a certain fer)- cious elemental strength that most men shrank from combating. A grizzly bear sort cf man, morose, vi lent, always on the defensive, and as cunning as a grizzly tacked jathe all this about and desperately grateful t Hooper, you can Imagine with y partisan ardor I threw myself int cause of Cyrus Hooper. I was slave, his pack-horse he'd let me Le, Nothing was toc much, nothing too difficult, Le Tammas Carlyle knew what wai talking about when he sald that “Great men, taken up in any way, re protitable company.” Hooper was @ great man in many ways, and knowing bim and making him my hero, U steadied mynelf to work and study and decent living es nothing else had ever steadied me. There was plenty of work for me, too, for the appointment to the two committees made Hooper « man much talked of, and 4 man much In demand by all the various party interests. His appointment served notice on the world that person intended that he should be re-elected, and that he was to be reckoned with in a big way, His future was made~-if he went right. Right meant Ryerson's way. Very few people suspected Hooper of deter- mined, powerful honesty, and most of them would not have trusted him so much if they had suspected him of it Cyrus made no parade of self, He went his way, caution he always had do ho and Geneva and I and Juntfor—a nice boy the youngster was—lived tn the little, unfashionable, home-like howwse in the wilds of Washington. I had a desk and a decrepid old type- writer in the back parlor—and that was Hooper's office. ‘WAS sitting there pounding away | one day when the door opened and Hooper came home from a session at the House, Through my work 1 got the feeling that there was chained Nghtning tn the room. The place was filled up with beating waves of rio- Jent human anger and combativeness. My hands dropped off the keys and I looked up to see Hoops: face, torn and ravaged by all th ith ¢ had #0 electrically charged nd yet implaeably still an: it stood there a minute or lifted his head and and the he went all throu, rs instantly, She 2 stop ay de sew- ng, but carried it in hands, a of red stuff, like od—and she it clasped to her breast In a ned Wey “Yes—yes—whut ts it?’ she called Hooper sat down sudden as hough the mere sight of her had re- began caimi hunt for her In that of red sewing stuf. W wonderful, say what you will expect I'll be sick enough before the thing's over,"’ he sald, grim! but he relaxed toc “Tel! me about she said, drop ping down on the 2 Lesalde him "When did if “This morn suid Hooper. “Ho liad @ seasion with Senator Titeomb and another with Hrush—Chairn the Public Lands Commit then he came after me. He's up to r game than I thought.’ hat is it?” va's lina tight- jie of the Ulfland Hilla Hooper. ‘He's got it sack, ready to carry hat's the 4 * said ¢ 1as Rota folks own Mtorally ni ade, than you own street out there. that there are go: there, and so he's to turn out this litt and give tho lands ¢ any more die of the on's found ning prospects ng Uncle Sam Lund of ploneers Mminaries are all way’s been greased 1 dare say to © Houpe, and Senate, since that mb, ts in it. going to do?’ eaked Geneva, but 1 knew she asked r the Joy of hearing him say tt "'m going to fight Ryerson every ch of the way yromittee, in the House, %, and in the State," he vowed, “If he licks me, I'm done, I might a# well leave the State, Yes. and I WILT leave the State 7 unk like thet t. But it's b ® win * weneve, ae vg ee and suing, "Tm not afraid for myself,’ sald Hooper. ‘He can't get anything on me, But''— “What are you afraid of then?"’ asked Geneva, “Oh, I don’t know—it's intangible. But when you're after a man like son, you don't go into a decent, stralghtforward, etand-up and knock- down fight. You fight sllme—and vileness—and unspeakable things. If he does anything either to you or Juntor 1"— “JUNIOR!" eaid Geneva, and every protecting mother that ever I!ved, hu- man or beast, was in her volce and in her eyes. ‘Let him dare to try, to hurt Juntor.’* gave lly sbably getting all wrought ng. Anyway else,” said | So splendid. HAT was the pret to th T Homeric battle of Ryerson an Hooper, Cyrus fought the hors in commit sht him in House 1 t and he foug in hia home ft had been a prow nto the publ how muc a dull day that t of reporters sitting and crowding my typewriting rma chine, and Cyrus and me in tho m dle of it, giving out stum at : of a mile a minu He had som too. Another Congressman frum hts wn State developed nd gave Cyrus mor ) a some real ald locally t i an both were more than welcome Moreover, the plain people, the farmers and miners and who live in the little be ow ho knew all about the f Ulfland Hills district, begar get their dar PEE rallied to Hoope of the little country papers in his Stat came out bol again Then one of the papers in the St capital published editorial “The Handwriting on the Wall which it prophesied the downt Ryerson and the rise of Cyrus H as the big political power of the § It made a sensation, thut editorial, « was copled all over the iitter comments by the Ryerson pr and Joyful ones by the Huu c Then one of the Washington papers investigated the Ulfland district «0 Sent on some sob stuf’, with ph &raphs, ubout the poor, horny-har settlers, with thelr gaunt, pat! wives and little children, who w soon be forced, because of the gre and rapacity of Ryerson, Into lotiug thetr homes—thetr ail. One of the New York weeklies took tt up, with « special story or two, tears « righteous indignation oozing In e+ paragrap! Of course, the real brimt of g fell on ¢ And he wa fectly magnificent--a la ker. He wasn't on the dete moment—no trench warfrre m. No, he took a grenade tn « and, stuck his plet hts vith a bowle knife between oo 80 vary tu, Gra cus a rom sreuoneneesa cm man; Ryerson was one of the old guard, and had affiliations everywhere. Many « man who would have been glad to voto with Hooper was warned by Interoata In his own State not to interfere with Ryerson, ‘The situation finally resolved Itaelt into u deadlock. Ryerson had pulled every wire he knew, and he had oa good line-up. Hooper felt pretty certain that the greater part of the minority purty would stand by him, if for no other reazon than to harass and annoy the majority: And, of course, he had friends in the majority party. But did he have enough? There was still that fatal doubt. But it was going to be far too close @ vote for Ryerson's comfort and the ae were sure of was that Ryerson himself was bitterly uneasy. He had come on to Washington to campaign in person, Ho was spending money Mike water Ife was throwing every ounce of his Influence into the scales. He was probably counting noses and checking lists am desperately and as doubtfully were. Yet, that was cold com rt, for the bill would reach Its place ) the calendar on Thursday, and we ul come to the Monday before still in ‘a parlous state, rect lls 4 we Hooper came home tired and dts raged that day. ‘There's been s idden suspicious Jull ta Ryerson’s etivith he sald. “That looks lighty bad, It's @ favorite trick of iis té spring some low-down trick at the last minute, I wish he was fight 7 & Man—not @ pirate and e thug “Oh, what CAN he do, Cy?" asked eneva, @ little tmpatiently. “You're worn out with tils whole miser « business. It's on your nerves ‘Yen, it's ny nerves,’ sald Hooper, "It's bound to be Gen Ityerson's got plenty of men who'd swear that I'd comm!tted any crime 1 the calendar, if it would get hin 0 through. Al L ask te—be care li HE next day, when Hooper was at the House, and Junior was out, ® woman ca! at the fooper home, a woman almost as .rg® and fine looking a8 Genova her suit, on far aa figure went. You could twee her face. Bhe was veiled three eep. Of urse, you know thet Vashington ts full of odd fish that float aboutjon queer quests—-and try ) get the help and influence of Con ressmen, When (Geneva came down her parlor whe assumed that t secluded female was one of t sual whimatcalities, As for mo, T was in the back parlor behind the rtains, boning away on my law os, and didn’t pay any heed to thing until J heard this: ‘Simply because he married you ts no reagon why he should fing mo away and refuse to do anything for me—and for my chi!d."" T set up with a jump, Then T eard Geneva, at her foftest and ent In there a child?” she aske an yours, ‘ Hoy teat child, bu eum again, defant's n Y t. “Lye got pa 1g. Th tter he wt © sald aa going ¢ s—that bed waver beam realy martied 40 mam And I tell you, I'm going to have my rights—I'm going to let the whole world know what sort of a man Cy- rus Hooper fs." Her votee got high- er and higher—sobbing, hysterteal, tortured “Ts that sot’ came Geneve's votes, still quiet and eoft. There was the sound of @ light scuffle, and then Geneva called out: “Jimmie—comoe here—quick!” T was in that door with one bound. Genova was holding the woman, with her arms pinioned to her sides, by the simple trick of turning her coat back and down. “Tear off one of this woman's vetls and tle !t across her mouth, so she “NEVER MIND ABOUT BURN- ING HER JUST NOW, JIMMIE, BUT PUT THE POKER BACK IN THE COALS."" can't make a noise,’ and I did “Give me your handkerchief,"’ oom- manded Geneva, and with that she tied the woman's hands behind her ack. Sit down,’* sald Ge! pvay she said, forcing he: prisoner into a chair. Then she cool ly unbuckled a leather belt the stranger was weartng and used thet to buckle the woman's feet to the chatr, This done, Geneva walked delfber- ately over to the little laid the poker tn among “Wha-what are you I stammered. “Put her through the thinl dexree,”* aid Geneva, quits amiably. ‘Go get &® notebook and pencil, Jimmie. You must take down every word,’ The woman was writhing around end trying to get her hands free, Her eyes were rolling at us wickedly, “Better sit still,” said Geneva “You can't get that knot untied.” I had come back with notebook and pencil by this time, and my hands were shaking dreadfully. “Give me the motebook,’’ commanded Genova. “You get that poker out of the conls.”* And with that she turned and faced the tled-up, gagged woman, “Now,'' sho said, “if you'll answer my questions truthfully, I'll untie your mouth and Ist you talk. If you yell, Jimmie here will burn you with this red-hot pok: What do you sayT Will you talle sensibly tf I untte your mou! Nod your head !f you mean yes." The woman sat stolid, “Better burn her first on her arm, Jimmie,'’ suggested Geneva, mildly, tome. “Or on her hands there, where I've Ued anit? The thought of that red-hot pok ancing upon her too mt r the woman, She began to nod her head, fevertshly “Never mind about burning just now, Jimmie,"* sald Geneva, put the poker back inthe coals "* With that she untied her captl mouth and walked around fo fr of her. “Ryerson sent you?’’ she asked. “Yes,'’ said the woman, and slid into a string of oaths and expletives against Ryerson such as I'd never heard. ‘That'll do,’’ “Now, what's the her but nt said Genova, sharply plan? t came out, and Geneva Occasionally the man had to be threatenad wit the poker Her nam> was Tilile Fletcher 5 nad In he: uth known Hooper, & ad ived in the Western untversity own where Hooper had taken crane bis wag through. ie e Species vs. lhe Predatory Male.”Z vas @ bold, silly sort, I take it, and had always loved excitemont, no mat- ter what It was. Later she Ived in the city and there, somehow, she got to know Ryerson. He'd eaployed her to do Just this same thing before, but I don't believe Ryerson would have been incautious enough to use her on Hooper {f tt hadn't been for the for. tultous circumstancé of their early acquaintance. There, you see, ho thought he had him Sho had forged fetters in her pos- seasion—a perfect sheaf of them—and by advancing her boy's age a year or 80, he might have been Hooper's child. Oh, yes, she HAD a child. She was prepared to give these forged let- tere to the Washington newspapers ‘and to go to any length, as she said, to prove her claim. Geneva said, after she'd extracted all these facts just told you from the Fletcher person, ‘‘that when you've done this sort of thing before, the wife whove husband you'd come to injure went to pieces and erted and made a scene, didn't they?” “They certainly did,’ said Tillie. “One of ‘em told me she'd always sus- pected her husband anyway and it waa no surprise to her,”’ “It's women like her,”’ sald Geneva, “that ma‘te your business easy." “Say,” asked Tillie, ‘‘what're you going to do with mo?’ “TI don't know yet said Geneva. “Firat of all, you've got to sign this confession. “Don't make me do that,’ she broke out. “‘Ryerson'll kill me—he'll KILL jeneva turned on her fiercely. {th her red hair and her blazing eyes, sho might have been a Valkyr bent on vengeance. "I'LL kill you, If you don’t," she sald, ‘I don’t cere what I do to you, you—you"’ Bho stopped and caught her breath. ‘m golng to untle your hands," sho went on more calmly, ‘‘and let you sign this, and then I’m going to tle you up again and make up my mind what to do with you. And don’t try to get away, or I'll put your eyes out. Here, Jimmie, give me that poker, and you hold the paper while she signs.’ Hard as she was, Tillie Fletoher shrank before Geneva’s anger. She signed the paper, meekly, and eub- mitted to being retied. ‘No’ said Geneva, turning to me, copy that confession as quickly as you can, Jimmie—and make a lot of carbons, And, if you don’t mind,” sho said, turning to Tillle, “I'll bor- vow your het and coat and the vells vo didn't. yap, to gag you with. I'll have to untie you again to get your coat, but I warn you not to try any funny business. I’m @ very strong woman—TI could break your arm with a4 twiet. It's a Japanese trick. Bo be careful,”’ Au she talked, she had been taking the coat off Tillie, She slipped into It and regarded herself critically in the mirror. ‘Not bad,’’ she murmured. She took Tillie’s hat end put that on, too, and tied on the vells. When Geneva was ready fhe might have passed anywhere for Yr unwilling guest. Jimmie," she sald to me, sternly, “IT rely on you to guard this woman, If she calls for help, gag her mouth again. Go down to the kitchen now and get the clothesline and we'll tie her so she'll be perfectly secure, Under no consideration let her out of your sight, and, tf Ido not come buck within an hour, you are to notify the police and send to the Houss ‘or Cyrus. Here's the address where I'm going. “Ob, what are you going to do, Mrs. Hooper? I burst out, miserably. “Let me go for you, won't you, and you.stay here with this woman." The captive gave me a digdainful look. won't eat you, kid,” she anid. And, to Geneva: ‘He's afraid of ime, all trussed up like this too!"* “You do as I aay, EXACTLY," anid Geneva to me, ‘and remember, tf ['m not back here tn an hour, get Cyrus end the police and come, to this ad- Gresa—and lose no time ‘Hout it, I'm going to see Ryerson.” This news stunned the captive and me alike. “You've got your nerve," admitted the woman, admiringly. “I have said Geneve. And with that she departed. where ENEVA went straight (@ hotel near the Capltol Ryersou made his headquarters when In town. to the ‘Tillte Fletcher was ex pected, and when Geneva came tn, all voila, and asked for Ryerson, there was no question, She was taken at ence to the boss's sitting room. He was busy with a box hia back to the door, as she came ta, and he did not look around full of papere “Well,” he growled, “aid you «et the noble young reformer and his wife?’* Geneva threw back her veils. “No,” she sald, ‘but I've got yc Tho old man wheeled and confronted her, ‘Who the devi! are you, mad am?" he asked “I'm Mrs, Cyrus Hooper,’ said Ge neva, leisurely, standing witt ner back against th “And I came to tell you that your game's up You're caught with the xooda this timé, Mr. Ryerson, I khow the whole fithy business. You sent Tillie Fletch er to my house to tell me the cruelest lie that can te told: to « woman You've done the sum But you got the w to other women ong wite this time “Tillie Fletcher ts at my house, tled and and foot. I've got her signed confession as to why she came there. ie I've sent for the head of the Asso- clated Press Bureau and for ¢ man who represents a@ really newspaper in Washington, They’ty on thelr way to my house now, and when they get there I'm going to show Tillle Fletcher to them and give them her confession to print. I'm go- ing to have a lawyer there, too, to de- cide how you can be most fully pros- ecuted. I'm going to rum you out of the State, you dirty dog. You'll never be able to go back there when know what you've tried te do wife of a decent man. They'd lynad you. Now you've got just one ehance. Do you want to hear it, or do think you can keep op ‘Tehting this? a that he'd run up against « new prop- osition, At last he dropped his has@ heavily to the table. “Well, what do you want? he asked. “First, those forged letters,” eomw manded Geneva. haven't got them. “It's a ile. They are locked ap te the table drawer.” Ho sucked in his ®reath and etewed at her, meditating, “T'll give you one minute,” gaté Geneva, “otherwise I go back to shew Tille Fletcher and her confession te the newspaper men.” HE put her hand back on. the Rae® © of the door, as tf she were going.” The old man slowly brought out @ key, unlocked the table drawer and produced a big stuffed envelope, ted and sealed. “Put it down on the table and stand Dack from it,” said Geneva. He aid so and she went swiftly forward, Picked {t up and retreated again $s her place beside the door, Now," said Geneva, “if you wast to save your worthless hide, you att down there and write « letter to my husband. Tell him thet yoo have found yourself in the wrong about the Ulfland Hills district; that you bad no !dea that your claim would dispos- ness sO many good citizens of thet: holdings, which, though not theirs ac- cording to the full better of the law, yet should rightfully belong to then, Say that later tnveatigations bay proved to you that you are in Wrong. Tell him that yqu authorise him to withdraw your before the House Committee, apd tee you have written to Senator Titcomb todo the eame before the Senate Commit. teo, Tell him that you honor emd: respect him for the brave stand be has taken and that you feel thet every man in the State owes him debt of gratitude for the way he reprevented the Interests of these poar settlors, who had no protection before the law. Put {t on THICK, d'you hear me? It's your only chance. Al aha t waste any time about it."* nm the end, Ryerson wrote w! wanted. ‘Then ahe demanded thet aon other letter, confirming this one, should be written to Senator Titeom®, the letters when he haé men instead of Tillie's confession,” whe said to the old man, who wet In fpecchives, glowering rage. “Ag for you—listen tome. You lift one a against Cyrus Hooper—you dare a deny one word of these lettei put Just one small obstacle | of Cyrus Hooper's fture--and TD ee on the stump myself through the whole State and tell this story end show my proofs. You can play polt- tics with the men, and get away with al} sorts of things; but when you play Politics with women, you’: ‘Te up against ligh explosive. Tillie Fletcher's story will Le kept ready to spring om you until you're dead. I shall gee te THAT. I'll give tt to every big sews. paper in this country with diréctions to print it if you don’t keep to agreement here. Remember that.’* She put one hand bebind hee, twisted the door open and got outalife. She got home a minute or two before the end of the hour, and maybe I wasn't glad to see her come in, Tillie Fletcher had used every word in the language to persuade me to let her @@ ranging from cajolery to threats and profanity. She made my bloéd rum cold with some of the things sne sald. Naturally Geneva didn’t lose any time getting Ryerson's letter to Hooper into his hands, and Titeomb’s into his, and tn giving out the im. termation to the newspapers. It was as 1 victory for Hooper, ef course. Every one played him up am the coming man. Tt gave him hin first big boost upward. He's kept om climbing, A fine chap, Hooper—» real American ‘Tillie Fletcher? Ob, that's funny, horribly afraid of Ryerson, 1 Geneva not to tur her out. And Geneva let the woman stay ‘u her house for & week or more, made) her help with the cooking and house- ork, and finally got her off to New York to a friend of hers, who found work for her But you know—the whole business ow! How perfectly, how beaytifaliy feminine! Which Is to say—elemeptal. But since that ime I have not beay nd be; much concerned whether women, ame {a politics or not, Why worry? They can always get what they want, anyhow - * Copyright—AU Rights Reserved. Printed by arrangement with Metropeiitas Newspap Mervign, Mew Yor. ) | | waka Seiad Shimer Pu ime i % 5] t t i