Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1916-07-26

~ f all the towards, you men are
the worstI" Vivian Horton adj
dressed John Edward West
ley's broad shoulders. Here
it is three weeks since the New Era
Club challenged themen of this town
to debate on womansuffrage, and not
a man has accepted. You know, John
Edward, that you're the only man In
town who really believes in it. The
others are all against it, but they have
not the spunk to say so. Cowards!"
Maybe it isn't cowardice," suggest
ed John Edward. Maybe it's polite
s-chivalry!
"ChivaIryl Rubbish There's no
such thing nowadays, and you know it.
Chivalry was a medieval fashion, John
Edward, that men laid aside with their
coats of mail"
Maybe So" quoth John Edward,
indifferentIy. He was down on his
knees making a golf tee for Vivian,
and considering that it had to be in
a certain place, and of a certain
height and certain shape, to please
her, he was too busy to argue.
Vivian selected a grassy spot on the
links and sat down. 1t was a heaven
" spring day, with soft breeze max
ing ripples in the fields of wild phlox
and periwinkle that edged the fair
way while nearby, in the pine trees,
a mOcking-bird whistled his love-
song.
A day for poetry, melody, and love,
John Edward thought, but Vivian was
thinking of the vote. Three weeks
earlier she had gone to Birmingham,
upstate, as delegate from the local
suffrage organization. That conven-
ton had been a revelation to the girl.
For the first time in her life she was
thrown with women who dressed
plainly and thought much, women who
were doing things"-she did not
learn Just what, but certainly the
term did not include dancing, golfing
and fudge-making, in which arts she
excelled.
Vivian had returned to COnnellton
in serious mood. Her first move was
to galvanize the local suffrage club
into activity; and, incidentally, win to
the cause her devoted slave, John Ed
ward Westley. But her ambition did
not rest there; she planned to convert
all COnnellton to suffrage, hence the
challenge to the Business Mems Leag-
ne. The men of COnnellton, however,
had proved a peaceable and dairy lot;
they had wives and sweethearts in the
Era Club. and although they stood as
one man against suffrage, they pre-
ferred public ignominy to private tur-
MOL. and the challenge went unans-
wered.
It was this which caused the scorn
in Vivian's tones that day. John Ed
ward" and she drew her splendid
brows together, 1--WE women aren't
children any more. We don't want
chivaIry: we want our rights. How
would this game go if you drove my
ball for me, because I'm woman ano
vou thought couldn't drive it for my
self No fun at all. Well, life is like
that: everybody should start with the
same rules and play their own balls
Exactly agreed John Edward, alb
sently. as he glanced about the links
The spot was most secluded, and al
ter a morning spent among dry lega
tones. his soul was keenly attuned Il
the song of the mOcking bird. He haC
been proposing to Vivian off and on
chiefly on-ever since he could remem
Der. and in love as in law, he did no
believe in wasting opportunity. SO NJ
edged a little nearer.
Listen Vi-not to change the sub
iect too viOIently-when shall we b.
married."
Married." Vivian glared at hin
Unfortunately for John Edward sh'
looked askissablewhen glaringas whel
smiling. in spite of that lon-respecte'
motto: Handsome is as handsom
does" Married." she repeated, in
credulously. Why, John Edward, tn
more think about wOman's prOpe
pIace i'm the world. the less | beliey
FIN marriage. The home may do 10
some women. but 1 shall find ca
reer. III j sat down and let a man sup
port me all my life. I'd feel like
parasite
You'd make mighty pretty para
site commented John Edward, ad
miringIv. for the exercise had brOugh
a rose Hush TO Vivian's cheeks, an
herfair hair tumbled about her fac
like a disheveled halo. 4 wish you
marry me. vi. and talk about woman
sphere afterwards. You shall have tn
vote ii / have TO beg, borrow, or bu
it for you
NO" unused Vivian, all the lovelie
for the new depth of her violet eyes