Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1902-03-05

Remember that though 1 am writing
this great comedy in dramatic form it
is true story Of what really happened
at the close of last winter. had the
facts from very sober man of great
affairs in Wall street-a man who
knows and has accomplished whatever
he wishes. If I told his name no
American would question a word OF
the story. I am sorry have not per-
mission to add to his story the con-
vincing hall mark of his identity.
:, The spokesman of the quartet OF
great millionaires speaks:
The Spokesman-You are Mr.. -,
| presume? And I think we have also
the pleasure of meeting your wife, Mrs.
-"
He-Yes, I am the man you sent for
to come here.
The Spokesman-Well, Mr.. -,
do not see why we should beat about
the bush. We have been buying land
here and there in the neighborhood OF
your little place and have taken
fancy to your piece of ground. we
would like to make you an offer for it.
At this point the wife reaches over
and plucks at her husbands coat
sleeve He has been about to reply
by asking the sum he and she had
agreed upon as their price. But she
pulls his sleeve so hard that he pauses
and leans toward her. She whispers
something in his ear.
He shakes his head as if her remark
was foolish interruption. He pulls
away from her and clears his throat
to speak.
Again she pIucks at his sleeve. Her
face is strained with excitement and
anxiety, her eyes shine with eager
ness and earnestness. He pulls himself
farther away and she says out loud:
She-Yes; yes; l tell you, yes.
He-Oh, you are crazy.
The Spokesman-May we hear from
you, sir, what price you set upon your
little place?
She (whispering)-Henry, do as l
say. 1 tell you 1 am right.
He (disdaining even to look at herr
Well, gentlemen, the truth is l am not
particularly anxious to sell. We bought
that little place to end our days in.
Of course. if money were made an OBJ
ject to me, would part with it, but
I would not take less than"
She-Gentlemen, will you excuse US
a minute? want to take my husband
aside. want TO go into another room
and say something to him privately.
The Spokesman-Why, certainly,
madam; you can go into that room
(points to a door. We are in no hur-
ry and if we buy We want all hands
to be satisfied.
Hc-I do not want to talk the thing
over any more than have. Martha,
you are acting crazy. Gentlemen, if
we sell our little nest we shall want
fifty thou-"
She (rising With great excitement
and speaking sharply and loudly)-We
want one million dollars. We will not
take a cent less. 1 will not sign that
deed for a cent under million. We
know you want it and you have got
the money. A million is our first and
last figure.
He, about to disclaim any share in
this wild and senseless dream, is about
to speak, but is interrupted.
The Spokesman-Very we'll, madam,
we are prepared to give a million. If
that is satisfactory we will have the
deed drawn up and will ask you both
to call again this afternoon or tomor-
row and sign it.
(Last curtain.)
What kind of figure does the
woman Who Dared lin fiction) cut
beside this one-The Woman Who Did?
There are plenty of men who boast
that they never consult their wives
upon matters of business. scne say
they wish to spare their wives al un-
necessary care. Others say that their
wives have not brains enough to be
of any assistance in the serious and
Dractca! affairs Of trade Let all such
men ponder this story. This Minnesc'
ia woman is not unique, is not without
thousands Of counterparts among her
sisterhood. It stands to reason, then,
that great many men are missing the
Ghrewdest assistance, and are looking
afar for counsel and for wealth while
missing better than they seek, because
it is so close at hand-at their fire
sides.
l am not woman's rights man.
know that whatever rights that sex
wants it can have on the day it de-
cides to have them. But, all the same,
this story makes a better woman's
rights argument than any of which the
agitators have yet made use.-New
York Mail and Express.