The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1913-10-09


Cant you come down to the sea-
shore for the week end? The conven-
ton can't take all of my time. |
couldn't stand it all the time. | want
you to be there to play with-to break
the monotony Of 80 many, many wom-
en-. You can stay at the hotel at the
other end of the beach" this in an
swer to Roderick's protestation
against being a mere man in such a
feminine tmosphere-"andt then when
| have time you can take me motoring.
Please"
Roderick, even in his sleepy mood,
needed no long-sustained persuasion.
He would go anywhere, even to a suf-
frage convention, to be with George
and that was all any man could do.
George was having her inning. She
passed the mirror as she went toward
her trunk and cast at herself a glance
of animated defiance, defiance that
dared in spite of Georgiana.
Then George deliberately went to
the trunk and took out almost all the
things that Georgiana had put in-the
SLOUGH mannish hat, with it's votes-for-
women band, the masculine tailor
mades, the severely simple dinner
gowns and in their place she tucked
ruff1es and furbelows-a foolish pink
ming dress, three seasons out of
fashion, just because Roderick had
liked it. She got out parasol-Georg-
lie, not Georgiana, could always make
good use of parasol-and then,
afraid that her good work might be
undone George locked the trunk and
strapped it.
Now, even If I have changed my
mind by morning, l won't have time
to unpack," said George and went to
sleep that night to dream, unmolested,
of Roderick.
1t was Georgiana who woke bright
and early the next morning to the call
Of the bedside phone. 1t was from
suffrage headquarters, and so alb
sorbed was Georgiana with the bust
ness of the day that she did not re-
call the events Of the night before.
For the day Georgiana was in her ele-
ment. With the delegates she went
down to the seashore, brilliant sash
worn around her mannish coat pro-
claiming her ward captain of the suf-
fragists, and 1t was not till the close
of busy day of speech making and
meeting the international delegates
and she had hurried to her room to
dress for dinner that the sight of her
trunk reminded her of Roderick. She
dressed, because there was nothing
else to do, in one of the silly frou-frou
dresses Roderick liked so we'll Georg-
lana had never worn 1t before and 1t
proved disconcerting.
AS she passed from her room to the
hall she surveyed her image in the
mirror with stern disapproval. She
had expected to be the personification
of independent womanhood, In severe
ly fashionable raiment but there actu-
ally was, her reflection told her, moth
ing at all suggestive of independence
about her.
That was the beginning Of the trou-
BILE, Georgiana was sure. The reason
why she didn't carry through her part
as toast mistress with her usual flying
c. lors was because she didn't look the
part, and not looking the part she
couldn't act 1t. Besides the militant
window-smasher from England had
not appeared She had been detained
at Scotland Yard, the cablegram said.
and was going back to Hallowell.
This was disappointment to the
militant wing of the convention.
They blamed Miss Flaxworthy for the
failure and accused her of being anti
militant. After the introduction of the
last speaker a hotel page placed a
note in her hand and with the eyes
of half the delegates fixed upon her
she read:
Il am waiting in the lobby for you,
Roderick."
George, it was George then, mere
ly bowed by way of excusing herself
from the table and went out, her face
pink with excitement and her eyes soft
and lovely from WEAKNESS.
Roderick stood there and, making
no explanation, crushed the pink frou-
irons into one of his own big coats and