The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-11-12
NEW YoRK's NEW MAxoREss.
Mrs. Mitchell Doesn't Believe a Wo- man Should Feel or Show Awe
 Toward a Man.
(Rrooklxn Eagle. )

Leaning back among the blue velvet cushions of an ample couch, in her Riverside Drive apartment gowned in a waist of black chiffon over white, a cIose-f1tting corduroy skirt, with a saucy bow of satin at the belt, and wearing dainty pumps, glinting with steel buckles, Mrs. John Purroy Mitchell, the new ttMayoress,' looked out of level, quiet eyes and passed this comment on a great event:
 t'No; I'm not surprised; why should I be-? I was surprised when he was appointed Commissioner of Accounts, but was not surprised when he went right on climbing to the top. The fact was, I was motoring that evening and did not get the early returns as he did, so when I did get them had not undergone any suspense.''
 But were you not very pleased and excited?' the reporter asked
 Mrs. Mitchell reached out her arms and took a great bunch of chrusan- theniums into them and said, smiling:
 "Oh yes; pleased; excited-no, never get excited; I was just glad-it has not made me feel any different"
 "fWou1dn't you have been a little awed if you had known five years ago what a. distinction would be given your husband?''
 "No;I don't think woman should feel or show awe toward a man-it is not good for him. I believe in being collected, always, and under all cir cumstances, it's just as well that I am that way. MT. Mitchell is very much more excitabIe than I. He is hardly himself yet
 I'm not what you would call an o1d-fashioned home-loving woman at all. I love sports and so does my husband. We are one on that point at least. Whenever he goes hunting I go with him. Whenever he doesn't, T TiI.171 inc fscS f9 can be said to have any.
 we are looking forward to a trip l into the Adirondacks in about two weeks, and then we shall camp out in the open and have the good gun upon the shoulder, although" she added slowly pulling the flowers to pieces, t'Is never could bear to see things killed.
 t'It's beautiful in the woods in fall, when there's no one in the world, so far as eye can see or ear can tell, but just the two of us. That sounds more romantic than I intended. We have always been very sensible since our chance meeting at a dance, our three years of acquaintance and our five years of marriage Mrs. Mitchell leaned back and let the flowers go.
 Do you know," she said, clasping g ! her hands about her knees, I'm real 1y realizing the election more to-day than I ever did before; realizing t more vivfdly. than on election night, because she pointed to where, from 1 the window, the river wound out of sight, where a glimpse. of trees could be seen caging the sky and few l nurses with their children charges playing with their sand toys on the drive-''because out there once in a while I hear a horn. Several times I've heard the call, perhaps from that 1 end of the drive, perhaps nearly un- der the trees there. Election night it was universal hi1arity, but this seems like a call for him to be faithful
 She had lost some of that seeming indifference, and she &ronped her voice. Then she turned back, always tse1f-possessed, always graceful.
 Are you in favor of woman suf- frage?" she was asked.
 Mrs. Mitchell nodded her head.
 ''Yes, I believe in it, though I. do not work for it actively. don't see why I should; they will get it without my help. I feel that I have greater duties with which to take up my time. Pm very fond of music and the opera and the plays, but I seldom get a chance to indulge. The fact is, if women did get the vote, ] ] should vote; but I do not like rule 1 to see women in public life, and think thats e6eVe a24s Wsaaen should