The Washington herald., 1912-12-22

Division Of Engands Suffrage Forces Into the Peths and
the Parks" Is Said By the Leaders Of the
Former Faction to Have Been Due to Their
Advocacy Of Extensive" Rather
than Intensive Militancy

, made my way down to Clements Inn.
that ancient building which until recently
was the stronghold Of the suffragettes,
! and there 1 found that Mrs. Pankhurst
and her flock had decamped and left only
Mr.. and Mrs. Pethick Lawrence and their
secretaries in command.
Yes" said the elevator boy, who calls
himself a lift lad here. They've all
gone but the Lawrences. Shall take you
up TO them?'
Please" 1 said coldIy. for he was
treating me to one OF those broad grins
which the London male reserves for a
suffragette or for any one wearing the
colors of or carrying the papers Of or
asking TO see a suffragette.
I'm sure he'd have whisked me up
friskily If he could, but you can't whisk
in a London elevator. You just ascend
with the dignity and precision Of bridal
party proceeding to the altar; but as
got out he treated me TO another humor-
GUS grin and went down, whistling the
''Gaby Glide" which didn't a bit suit the
pace of the lift.
Mrs. Pethick Lawrence herself opened
the door to my timid knock
OF course, 1 knew her at once. Her
pictures are everywhere, and. besides. she
is in wax at Nine. Tussaud's, and she's
just like herself; you can't mistake her.
She is a tall woman, with a fine, erect
figure and a sweet, keen, resolute face.
Eyes set wide apart, brown hair. slightly
touched with gray. softly waving over
high brow. and sensitive mouth.
THE LOYAL oUTcAsT.
You can see at once she hasn't time TO
waste on the latest novelties in the archi-
lecture of clothes. Her fur coat wasn't
cut according to the prevailing style, nor
was her soft green hat (Which was artis-
tically I'D on with a purple chiffon veil
fastened in a big bow at the side, the
ends falling down to her waist) the
latest mode in French millinery.
1t gave a sort OF salvation Army effect.
And isn't it nice of her to still nail the
W S. P. L. colors to her mast, when she
has Been exiled?
please come in" she said, in what
might be termed in novels a mellihuous
voice.
It's the kind Of voice I've noticed lots
Of public speakers acquire and use even
in their ordinary conversation. a voice
trained to give effects of light and shade,
with deep. throbbing tones in it.
Then she ushered me into a sparsely
furnished room, which looked as though
some one was just moving out OF or NOV
ing in to it. In fact, it contained only a
Very large desk. with its armchair. and
another straight backed chair and a deal
table.
Probably most Of the furniture Of this
office belonged to the Panks and they
didn't forget to take it in their headlons
flight from Clements Inn and the con-
presence Of their once bosom
friends and earnest fellow workers"
the Peths.
Mrs. Lawrence took the armchair. and
there was only she straight-bac left for
your little auntie and she had to sit her
self in it. with considerable space be-
tween her feet and the floor.
MIR. Lawrence will be in presently"
said Mrs. Emmeline graciously, but he
is very busy, and l myself cannot give
you much time. / fear for we are both
overwhelmed with work just now"
A OWNER OF THOUGHTS.
I'm sure you must be" I murmured.
Il only want to ask you few questions
about the Movement"
Now, of course. never intended to in
troducc the real reason of my coming
till Id been there a while. / had felt
sure the Peths would fight shy of dis
russing the late unpleasantness." and l
had planned to reserve 1t as a conversa- |
tional ambuscade, but this idea didn't |
work with Mrs. Emmeline-not for a |
cent
She knew just why I had come. and, 70 |
ell you the truth. ! believe she rather |