The Wahpeton times., 1917-06-14
HIS DREAM CAME TRUE
BY ELSIE LEE.


Alice was beginning to realize q
long-cherished dream Of an old-fash-
ioned flower garden. When the last
brown beds of loose earth had been
smoothed and the tiny border plants
had been transplanted by her rheumatic
old negro gardener, she surveyed the
result with satisfied smile.
At precisely the same moment, Da-
vid Markham, seated at his desk in the
towns biggest bank, was saying to
himself that he could not live without
Alice. Two weeks before Alice had
told him that it would be easily pos.
sible, as we'll as desirable, for her to
live without him. Their quarrel, re.
sulting from Davld's demand that she
refrain from publicly indorsing equal
suffrage, was probably responsible for
Alice's undivided attention to her gar.
den-making.
The county convention was to take
place the next day, and Alice was to
appear before 1t as one Of a committee
of three women who would request
the conventions Endorsement Of equal
suffrage. David, though younger than
the other members of the ''old guard"
was local leader, but his efforts to
prevent giving hearing to the won.
ans committee had been fruitless.
The morning session Of the county
convention was given up to reports
from township chairmen and to other
routine work. After the midday din.
ner at the Watkins house, each man
went back to the afternoon session
sanguine of carrying the day accord.
ing to his desires. Not man Of them
suspected that the suffrage commit.
tee had collaborated with Mrs. Wat.
kins in arranging the menu for that
satisfying dinner, SO they did not rea.
lize that an unseen wire connected
their optimistic frame of mind with
the appearance of the woman's com.
mittee Immediately after the after
noon session opened.
First, Mrs. 'Worthington spoke. Be.
ing the middle-aged mother Of four sue.
cessful sons, there was some weight to
her argument.
Second came Mrs. Ellis. She was
handsome matron who had been
trained nurse before her marriage.
Third, Alice Hanson spoke, and chiv-
airy was her theme. David Markham
frightened his lips as If to prevent re-
leasing the bitter words within. At
first he heard not q word she said, but
even a surreptitious glance showed him
that he had never seen her look more
bewitching. And her speech was
brief.
Concluding, she said: 'Is chivairy
built upon such an unstable foundation
that it falls tottering to earth merely
because woman walks into booth
and puts piece of paper into box
as means of approving or disapprov-
ing of certain public servants? We
women we'll know that it is not"
1t was significant that just at this
point she dropped her lace handker-
chief, and of the four men who darted
for it. David was the successful cap
tor who restored it to her.
Il have planted Il garden of flowers"
she resumed. Il shall have to use
much care to keep the soil in good con-
dition and to keep away harmful in
sects. That care will require proper
tools. All over the world women are
planting gardens-home gardens,
school gardens, kitchen gardens, civic
gardens-gardens that grow human
flowers. They need the ballot as
tool to keep conditions such that their
human flowers may grow strong. Is it
chivalrous to withhold that tool? We
women do not ask to usurp the place
of men; we ask you to help us step
from the pedestal where your WELL
meant but misguided chivalry has so
long kept us, and we ask you to un-
derstand that what we want is to
walk and work side by side with you.
knowing the underlying principle of
justice in the heart of the American
man, we know that what we ask will
be given u.s."
After the completion of the speeches
the carefully planned psychological
moment came and went with the con-
ventiOn's unanimous Endorsement of
equal suffrage. David's faye" was
given in an unnatural voice, and he had
a trembling feeling in his legs as he
rose with the other men while the
ladies' passed from the room.
AS Alice passed through the door
she turned her head, pressed her lace
handkerchief to her lips and flashed
upon David forgiving glance that
made him entirely oblivious of what
transpired for the next few minutes.
He gave himself up to brief but &C.
static dream of days to come when he
would be welcome visitor to the sum-
mer house in her flower garden and
subsequently his dream came true.
Copyright. 1917, by the Mcclure Newsps.
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certain appropriations.
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