Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-02-18

nth !, has n,Ds been ,a5 ,1amplsa n,pl,
nK The houses that line
- the way are dingy
frame dwellings OF
begrimed hives of Industry. I'm ALI the
windows are faces. No matter where one
looks there are faces. Faces that grin
derisvely or sneer
The sidewalks are crowded with peonle
boys. girls and women-waitng to watch
the suffrage pilgrims go by. And down
the street they come. walking I'm single
iiie Gen Rosalie Jones is first.
Her brown pilgrims cape is almost black
because IL is very wet. She Jeans heavily
on her pilgrims staff. She carries great
sheaf OF golden jonquils. but even these
are spattered with mud. Their stems are
broken. Gen" Jones does not look a
the people she passes them: she
plods ahead.
And behind her come the others There
Is col" Craft. with her nervous.
snort steps Her short skirt and thick
leggins are absurdly trouser.ike. Her
Pilgrims 8 cape, thrown over the knack-
sack strapped upon her back. makes he.'
look as though she We're bent almost dOu-
ble beneath an awful load
On they come. Miss Crowell limpfnG
painfully. She wears old slippers because
her feet are SO swollen she cannot get
her shoes on them. Her ankles are heaN-
lily bandaged
Miss Leupp. hobbing on her injured
knee: Miss Adrich. fairly tottering witt
fatigue. And crowding i'm upon the ranks
or the little army are men and boys. Men
who fall into step beside the women To
say something like this:
"Say-I'd walk to Washington too IL [
could walk alongside Of YOU: or why
don't you go home and make the beds?'
Target for Boys Snowballs.
The little boys dash here and there in
schools, like mnnows about big fish
Votes for women" they scream, and
then scamper away. They jerk the skirts
of the marchers. They make snowbalis
and, from a safe distance throw them.
Little boys are adept at throwing snow
balls. Often the missiles hit. often the.
hurt.
And the women walk on. Sometimes.
but pitifully rarely. woman on the side
handkerchief The women who are march
ing look toward her Their eyes meet for
moment. Something of warmth ana
sweetness passes between them. God
bless you," says the woman on the side
walk. Goddess you." echoes the march
er in her heart. Do you get it, the pic
ture Of yesterday. For that was yester-
day. That was our march from Philadel-
phia to Chester. a distance OF fourteen
and half miles. And though it was
comparatively short march the litt.a
army was perhaps as tired as ii has been
at any time since il left New York six
days ago.
And for two reasons. First, because W.
had to walk slowly in leaving Philade-
phia; second, because We had practically
no stretches OF country road. The va.
lay through factory settlements. And the
crowds were antagonistic. One could feel
1t in the air. And 1t took the strength
out of the marchers. 1t is hard 10 be
very tired and to be laughed at for being
SO. AS a matttr of fact, Gen" Jones
allowed but three-quarters of an hour in
Darby for lunch. And this because she
had been warned to be safe inside the
town of Chester before the factories along
the route closed down for the day. Some
of the factory workers had threatened 20
attack the army.
Laughed at by Men.
Just outside d small roadhoHse aboui
two miles from Darby the little band or
walkers was met by a crowd ol about
thirty men Each man carried a hardenea
SNOWFALL. 1t was moment I'm which the
wrong move might have meant much
The general did not hesitate nor show
any fear Nor did any of the marchers
They walked on in silence. and the worst
that happened was a little volley of rude
laughter and a scattered fire of insults a.
We went our way.
Just as we reached Crum Lynne, a SINAI
station on our road. we had to walk be
meath a railroad bridge. AS came TO
It a train thundered overhead. 1t was
one Of the Pennsylvania specials and il
flashed on its way with dining cars and
drawing rooms and smokers. II seemed
queer to think that in twenty minutes IL
would traverse more distance than w
hope to cover all day.
one false alarm was rung in upon on.
k,,,Sso -IH "a
frame house, but before we came to il
we all sped simultaneously a huge yell
low placard pasted on its front window
Now this looked promising. Yellow =
the suffrage color We Were ia need o.
encoura cement. Most of the sentiment
during the day had not been with us. So
as one woman We set up il mighty cheer
for the yellow placard. In six more steps
we were able TO read if. 1t announced
that the house was Guaranteed he
cause of mumps.
Entertained in Chester.
Chester was reached before 40 in the
afternoon. And before the pilgrims dis
banded to so to the hotel they We're en-
in the Young Mems ChristaA
by the womans suffrage par
ty of Chester. And one word of prais.
for these good ladies' They did not Civ.
Us tea For their forbearance in this we
thank them from the very pitt of ou'
tummies. They gave as bouillon and
sandwiches and cake tha
proved beyond further controversy that
can cook
Having partaken Of this hospitality, we
felt that we even could bear it ii the
mayor of the town delivered = speech
which he did. His name is "a am Ward
Yes and he seemed to like - DO II. and
We did not care, as long as II VAS NOT
officially stamped as rude to continue ia
eat while lie did so after dinner. At $50
} clock in the evening Miss Elizabeth
Freeman delivered a suffrage address in
'ront of Chester's armory. Some OF the
pilgrims went to hear il. And that shows
rue devotion to the cause. Which Is no
% he derogatory to Miss Freemans pow
.rs as a spellbinder. Only when one has
walked fourteen miles for suffrage In one
law that is about all the political enthu-
,iasm that can reasonably be asked OF
INV one woman. Today we make another
ourteen miles, stopping at Grubbs Cor
lers at noon for grub" and that takes
is into Wilmington for the sight