The Birmingham age-herald., 1911-12-06

spoken-is dying slowly in the State Institute for the Insane.
 q had ter send Will up there three year ago." the woman mayor admitted, for I couldn't care for him and tn children, too. I have ter make the liVln now, and sometimes it goes pretty hard. You see, l only got little farm across the line, and when it don't pay enough I do other things"
 The "other things" Mrs. Wilson re- fused to explain, except to say that she liked to work and that the children were to have good education. Why She Ran for Mayor And speaking of the children, and she patted the hand of Johnny as she spoke. q wouldn't have consented to
 be a candidate for mayor if 1t hadn | of been for them. I've raised one son and put him out in the world, and he's maxim a success of it, too and so have good cause to know of the temp
 tations that beset the paths of boys, When they came to me an asked me to run for the job of mayor l at first refused. Then, I thought: How are you going to raise your children in clean town unless you help to make it clean?
 That thought decided me, an l says, Yes"
 Mrs Osborn-she is more than six feet tall and weighs close to 300 pounds--explained the beginning of the woman mayor agitation. She spoke in a deep and booming voice that well fitted the role of town marshal
 Tt was ten year ago that few Of us who lived here wanted to clean up the place. There was lot of boot logging going on, and frequently whisky would be
 sold right out in the open without any one
 objecting. We all voted then for the man who claimed to be a dry candidate. He was elected' and her voice took on a | plaintive tone for moment. 'rhe night | of his election he gave a banquet oi | crackers and cheese, just to prove his | good intentions. Not even a glass of wa 1 ter was permitted in the room. The next day he opened a saloon for himself. Then l things went from bad to worse here, unJil this last year few of us women became desperate Wed run woman, we told
 each other and we made Mrs. Wilson our selection. But-shucks! What can she do with such a bunch of fellows as those councilmen to buck against?"
 Mrs Osborn also has spent her life in the bleakest and toughest parts of the west. She is fond of boastng of the days when she was forced to carry frewood three miles on her own broad shoulders Mrs Hilton-the meekest member of 1 the trinity-told what Mrs. Wilson's poll | cies would have been If she could only | have put them into effect. She would l have closed the pool hall" she said, with slight trace of boasting in her voice l ''and she would have stopped the card playing in the back room of the telephone l exchange It's perfectly awful Those l men sit there and play cards all day. and we think pause she made was hgh- l ly dramatic-''and we think that they play for money. Yes. sir"
 | Mrs. Hiltons interest in the towns re. | forms is more than general. She, too l is a mother, and she will tell you with
 many blushes that she found her own 1e- year-old son in. the poolroom not long
 ago.; ''a-sittn' right amid those eursin l an smokin' men, too. Yes, sir, right
 among 'en''
 One would hardly think that women with such odds to fight would have the time to indulge in feminine vanities, yet | a close study of all three will prove them
 more women than amazons.
 Marshal's Meek Husband I'd give you my picture,' the ordi-
 rarily stern marshal will giggle, Out you see l have none that are real good Of
 course, no picture of me ever can be l boou, CdT II, Jlll Anu tJln, the well disciplined husband will wet his lips in embarrassment and stammer out that
 any picture is good, so long as Mrs Os- born is the subject
 | Mir osborn, like the husband of Mrs Hilton, is a meek man with but one ap- parent purpose in life-to tell all visitors in the town what part his wife is play ing in history.
 She's brave woman, she is," he whis- pered timidly the other day in the front
 room of his homemade cottage. You Jes oughter seen her and the other two raid the card game the other Sunday Gee. they rested all five O the men. and they were fined, too"
 A feature of the townspeople is the | swagger of every individual. Although there is bitter enmity between the two
 factions, yet each one seems to feel that the whole world has it's eyes on him A | newspaper man who was visitor in the village recently was met at the depot
 tie morning of his leaving. He had six
 separate offers of photographs. Heres my pitcher each one would whispe, l with q suspicious glance at the other five
 'I started all tn trouble. Can have fl | fer dollar; jest what it cost me te, have it taken"
 But the pictures are being sold, just the same. Mrs. Wilson. for instance. has haf
 cut of herself run in more than half Z dozen continental dalies, and Mrs. Os.
 born had sold a number of the photo
 graphs she has had taken, showing he,
 uniform with the star. club and helmet. |. What Hunnewell will do when the ex.
 citement has ceased is puzzling. SuddenJ,
 it has awakened from a 30 years sleen
 When 1t sleeps again-if that time eve,
 comes-the story of the happenings oI
 1911 will be worth recounting to the chil- dren.