The Monticellonian., 1915-11-25
VOTES ! Sso
By JANE OSBORN.


 iously into the girls face, was the dog-a ferocious-looking white bull dog, with large bow of yellow rib bon on his collar.
 The girl was adorable.
 Newton sauntered from the veranda of the Breakers.
 Pardon me-" he began, approach ing her, but I am something of q motorist May l help you with that hre?"
 Please, please" cried the girl in alarm, don't come too near votes might bite you The dog, l mean. He is a man hater Votes-for-women is his. name. We call him Votes for short"
 Newton kept at respectful dis tance
 You know we are on a strike against the men," the girl repeated. We aren't going to have anything to do with men till we get the vote. My aunt, Perdita Peacock, is in the hotel with the rest, and she would be sure to come out and see if you began to help me. They are too busy with their speechmaking and their pam phlet writing to think about helping me-"
 Newton gave what assistance he could by way of advice, without ac- tually touching the tire, and consid- erately withdrew as he saw the six -11f ffrnr rie,f. Fro, hn Later that afternoon he learned that the girl he had been talking to was Catherine Craig, the niece of Perdita Peacock, the noted suffragist, who was leading a summer resort automo- bile crusade for the cause.
 Catherine apparently was as ready as Newton for a little filtration, for the very morning after their arrival she dropped letter bearing her name right at his feet, and she did it so expertly and showed such charming confusion when he picked it up that he never dreamed it was planned When the other members of the party were deeply engrossed in speeehmak- ing or conferences she would remain near the hotel, where Newton had a chance to talk to her. But their in terviews were always trife short because of Votes, whose special keep CT Catherine seemed to be.
 The fourth afternoon of their stay at the Breakers, Catherine told New ton that she had to motor the entire party to place ten miles away. where they were to have a regular camp meeting revival and at six she would have to go get them and tote them to another place. where they were to repeat the performance in the evening. It was agreed that Newton should meet her after she had deliv- cred her cargo of suffragists and go for a spin with her. He could take the wheel, as she was tired of being chauffeur
 ''I have a feeling" Newton said. as they started over the smooth ocean side road that 1 am going to make a clean breast of it this afternoon. l don't believe I can keep it from you much longer I have only known you four days, Catherine, but I--'
 Votes, chained in the back seat, be- gan to growl and Catherine laughed delightfully."-.
 T am not afraid of the dog" as- sured Newton He is no more of a man hater than you are. Why, just this morning. when you were not looking, he made great friends with rf his is just bluff
 Newton stopped the car and. un- fastening the dogs leash. brought him to the front seat. See" he said, he is as gentle as a kitten. Now that we understand each other. let's speed up"
 Catherine gave in to Newton's pleadings to go to the Padoga for a little afternoon dancing and it was nearly six when they started back for the suffragists. "If we cut across. country we can get there at only a little after half past Newton said. T know a road through the woods here, just wide enough for the car"
 A heavy rain had fallen the night before and halfway through the thick pine woods the car stopped suddenly. The wheels buzzed around in the mud, every second sinking deeper into the mire For few anxious minutes, the two worked to- gether, but all to no avail.
 There is only one more thing to do," said Catherine. and that is to use the lap robe. It is made of the suffrage flags, too-yelow and violet. Aunt Perdita put it together herself. But here goes. We have got to get out of here without calling for help"
 Down into the mud in front of the wheels went the resplendent robe of yellow and violet Newton at the wheel started the car There was a moments whirring. Then the wheels turned and, pressing the rug into the mire, the car ran out of it's slough of despond.
 The next day after breakfast. New ton met Catherine in the foyer of the hotel. She wore hat and gloves and had bag in her hand I'm going home," she said. Aunt Perdita says I won't do. l wanted to tell you good by"
 Then I'm going with you de- clared Newton. I'm going to per suade your mother to let you become an antisuffrage chauffeur"
 Copyright. 1915 by the Mcclure Newspa-