The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-12-06
HUNNEWEL[ MAYOR DOES OWN SEWING Personal Glimpses of WO-
 man Executive FEELING RUNS HIGH We'll Worn Copy of Marie Corelii Occupies Prominent Place on
 the Center Table of
 Her Home
Erom the New York EvenIng Post.

From the New York Evening Post.
 Hunneweli. Kan.-This little 'town-the stage upon which the last act of the drama of the woman mayors troubles IS now being played-is tucked away upon the boundary line of Kansas and Okla homa. In spite of it's thirty-odd years of being, it has not grown beyond the days when the enthusiastic ranch owner staked off his property into town lots and oaoe ;he public enter The tiny homes of the 300 inhabitants are scattered about two dusty and meandering streets. The two general stores and the local pool room vie with the one-chair barber shop as the gathering point for the male pop ulation.
 Today. just as always, the men are sit- ting on the rude boardwak's edge, chew ing, splitting and talking But the talk is somewhat different than it was year ago. for there is feud in the air, and it ist necessary to think twice before speaking out ones thoughts. And Mrs. Ella Wilson, the mayor, is the cause of all the tension
 A little less than half the town sym pathizes with the woman mayor. The others are with the four councilmen, against whom custer proceedings have just been brought by the attorney gen. tfdlt pI hdISdSss Nlu nOM ptsSS each other, on the street with heads sverted, or. if they be. men in whose veins the blood of the old cattle town still courses, they meet each others gaze unf1inchingly, with a. steadness that never can be taken for a friendly greet ig.
 The local correspondent who sent out the first news of the incidents to the press is practically a recluse. He is -I,,v, received anything more than a grade school education, and he fingers on at Hunnewell because he was born here and has no friends in any other place.
 Joe made a mistake" one of the men sitting before the barber shop the other evening said to a visitor. We uster like him, cause he taught our kids ter play on the pianner; but" and this last most empha tically, "he hadn't oughter writ all that CT stuff about ther' town. And now" he added with a vindctive gleam in his eyes, he don't come ground ter the barber shop at night Ies' gifts is mail an hurries right home An yer bet he's sorry now. too, cause Joes a man what likes is argument"
 A Mayor Who Does Sewing
 And Mrs. Wilson-what of her? She sat in the front room of the three room house the other day and sewed as she fockeu ana lalke0. Nedr ner, the one with primness that was born of the dignity of her calling, the other with her hands folded meekly in her lap and meek smile of happiness at being in the presence of greatness. sat two wo- men--MrS Rosie Osborn, the mayors appointee marshal, and Mrs. l.. E. Hilton, the appointee as city clerk. On the floor, staring with worshipfnl eyes .--sst their wonderful mother, sat two of the Wilson children, six and nine years old, respectively. There was a marble topped center table, also, and an organ. On the top of the former was rather Goose with highly Autographed back, an old and worn copy of Marie Corelli, T huge copy of the statutes of Kansas. ar old fashioned family album with a Silded clasp, the Bible, and a copy of Roberts Rules of Order"
 T was jest a-sayin' that we had them fellers on the run" was Mrs. Wilson greeting to the visitor. Johnny get tn young feller chair; bring tn one with the doiley on the back" and Johnny obedently went to the adjoining bed room and pulled the visitors chair to the center of the room.
 Mrs. Wilson is a woman of 45; her eyes are kindly and intelligent, ana her face bears witness to the years Of hardship that she spent as the wife of name is seldom mentioned about the town, for one does not think of bus band when Mrs. Wilson's name is