The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1895-11-02

life.
Mr.. Dixon proceeded on the theory
that woman could win in New York
city Then Bridget O'Hooligan would
be mayoress, not her mistress, and there
would be women policemen, the saloons
would be closed, every man would be re-
quired to be at home by ten O'Clock at
night, Qaughter), no man would be al
lowed to smoke more than two cigars
day. There would be a rumble over
or in the Town Hall square and sweep
the government of the women from the
face of the earth. prolonged laughter.
Mr.. Dixon supposed a case when the
woman would win in some places and
not in others, and drew graphic but
delicately- worded picture of brilliant
woman United States Senator of magnifi
cent personal magnetism and irresistible
beauty He pictured the hour of ma,
TONS crisis, when millions upon millions
might depend upon a single vote. Then
he held up to the glance the argument
that is wrapped up in passions brain,
the same argument that was
wrapped up in the smile OF
Cleopatra, for whom Antony sold an en-
pire. Marriage was the one unit of the
State The ballot for women would diff
ferentiate that unit. By it you would
put the first faint upon the sanctity OF
the monOgamic group. Monogamy was
the browning act of the woman of the
centuries; man was miscellaneous; wO-
man was monogamic She had brought
man to her feet, hat in hand. "Will she
give up that, " said the speaker, ''tO walk
in the mud of torchlight professions and
listen to the cackle of foolsP Great
applause.)
Mr.. Dixon now had came to the secret
of woman's true power, which lay in the
heart. 1t was beart-power, not horse
power, that moved the world. Mr.. Dixon
had gone through with the masonry
work of his theme. All the rough work
of exordium and analysis was now laid
aside, and he revelled for while in
illustrations of the notions of heart
power, specially as applied to
woman, and woman specially as
mother They were thrilling, up to
date, dramatic, and held the audience
breathless. Nobody's ears had been idle
a u1OuGuL uuEluE buC NuOiO bOuI anu a
half The man was a master. His final
conclusion was that the woman of the goth
century would be the high priestess at the
altar of the highest temple ever built by
man, an old fashioned Anglo Saxon
home.
Thus had Tom Dixon acquitted him
self, though this sketch is but paltry
peep through the fence at the man
as ne really appeared. He has
grown in power, and specially
in the logical department of bis mind.
He used to prove propositions too much
by illustrations, which tempts greater
men than he whose minds are full of
rich poetical pictures as is his He has
stopped this; his illustrations are get
ting to be subordinate, which is the
mark of the reasons advance But they
are glorious, and put with original pas
sion and grace which adds touch al
most of bewilderment to admiration.
Tom Dixon is big man. He is no
longer an experiment. He is an ele-
mental force in the great makeup Of
the present outfit of big men in America.
The age is full Of problems and outcOmes,
interesting because they are unknown.
These problems have the search-lights
npon them Tom Dixon is one of the
search lights.
And North Carolina is proud of the
shaft sent ont by her brilliant son.