The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-03-09

>en her sisters Of today. AS | finished
reading my heart was awhirl. said
TO the young men before me:
There was Il woman. gentlemen-a
woman worth a million snffrngettes.'
-They applauded The Dire in me
died down. Soon | was my old meek.
academic SER. The vision had left no
trace dismissed my class and went
home. | found that my wife-she OF
tie black hair-had left my slippers by
the librnry lire. put them ON and
plunged into pamphlet lately pup
Iished by distinguished member OF
German university faculty. t1ongnt
the incident closed forever. -cfs3
!. He gazed sortowfullS At the two
F9ung men. S-ii Sc. - *, ~.
s.ButS gentlemen. | had mt eetlfilte ca
IN that .viper that we,nouEish IN our
BosonI-the American newspaper AT
present n will not take tine TO de
noiuinca tlie press nm preparing an
article on the subject tor Il rAs4pectabiee
weekly of select circufatippps,i Suffice u,
10, record, what hanpened The nexti
day an evening naner appearedi with a
huge picture, of me on its frdnt"T10Sei
and the hideous statement that this
was the Professor R6it0n who had said
that One peroxide blond IS worth a
million slifRFiigetfes
Eyes. that was tine dreadful version OF
nv remark THAT was Sprehd broadcast.
Up. to the tt2e thar story appeared. ]
md no idea as tn what sort of creature
he peroxide blond might he PRO
.ested: OF Course might as well have
tried to dam a tidal wave with table
fork. The wrath of the world swept
down upon me. was deinged with
kilograms, editorials, Letters. denounc-
ing me. Firm faced ferhalrsj lay in
waif Tor aiIa5 and waved umbrellas In
my eyes. oven my wife turned, FFoaf
me. saying that while She did not ask
me to hold her Views on the ,,ihestion
of suffrage, She thought might at
least refrain from publicly commend,
ing, a. type-ef woman found chiefly ia,
musical comedy chnruSes. received
note fromothe president of the uni,
Sersity asking ME TO be more circum-'
spect in my Sremarlss. Ale-Fhaddeus
Bolton-t1ie most conservative man on
earth by instinct.
.'And still the denunciations OF me
poured in; still women's clubs held
meetings resolving against me; still a
steady stream of reporters flowed
through my life. urging me to state
nv views further To nameS the ten
greatest blends in history, to+hea yen
Knows what, Yesterday / resolved ]
could stand Il 40 longer. Determined
to go away until the whole thing was
forgotten. But they said to me.
there is no place on land or-sea where
the reporters will not 6nd you talk
ed the matter over with my old friend
John Bentley, owner of ':alipate inn.
aud he in his Kindness gave me the
key to this hosiery"
Wisely Professor Bolton bIinked
about him. Mr.. Bland was half asleep
in his chair but Mr.. Magee was quick
with sympathy.
professor he said, you are ,nnc'
suffering man. feel for you. ucre,l
ana sure. You are safe from reporters,
and the yellow journals will soon FOR
get, you III their diseeyeE the .nl next
distorted wonder Briefly, Mr.. Bland +,
aid myself will outline the tangIe Of,
events tIut brought us to the ipnsAt !
briefly is right" broke in Blands
..And then it's me for that mountain
Gus mattress of mine. lean rattle my
story OF in short order and give you
the fne noints tomorrow. up 10 q
short fine ago"- =
But BiIIy Magee interrupted, An
idea. magnificent. delicious, mirthful.
had come to him. why not? He
chnckIed inwardly. but his face was
most serious.
~ sbouId IKE to tell my story first,
If Won nIease.., he said.
The iIaberiasher grunted. The pro-