CHAPTER IV

A SUFFRAGE BAZAAR AND BALL

A suffrage bazaar does not differ essentially from the same iniquity

under other auspices. There are the same useless articles for sale and

the same aggressive methods of disposing of them; the same varieties of

fancy work, knit, embroidered, drawn, quartered and crocheted; the same

display of canned goods and home-made jellies and feminine apparel; the

same raffles and "drawings" and "chances" by which churches have long

conducted their clerical lotteries; the same side-shows and the same

appeal to the social world to come and mingle with the "high-brows" and

be fashionably robbed.

Only in this instance far more ingenuity had been displayed in the

number and nature of the side attractions. There were guessing machines

where the cocksure were reduced to humbleness of mind by their failures

to state accurately the number of women voting in the world or some

section thereof; the number of countries that have recently swung into

line in the woman movement; the number of subjects reigned over by

women, and similar questions, all of which proved "extra hazardous" to

most of the guessers. Many of them did not even know what the five stars

on the suffrage flag indicated.

They had a row of Chinese examination booths, in which persons wishing a

certificate of "Efficient Citizenship" were given blanks to fill out, in

which they revealed their knowledge, or their crass ignorance, of

conditions in various parts of their own country. Mrs. Jarley conducted

a wax-works performance, and there was a moving-picture show in which

Mrs. Cornelia Gracchus, the favorite example of the "Antis," was shown

lecturing in the Forum on medicine to grave and reverend seigneurs, Joan

of Arc leading her troops, and Florence Nightingale bending over the

sick and wounded.

An educated pig told the uneducated person in how many States women have

full suffrage, and which they are; where suffrage campaigns are pending,

and the names of the distinguished Americans who have gone on record in

favor of this reform. A Street of All Nations showed the onward march,

all the way from the women of Washington casting their "recall" ballots

to the women of China unbinding their feet, and Turkish ladies tearing

their veils into tatters.

Dancing was going on in an adjoining room, but the crowd was so great

that it was impossible to even locate Jack's "Mystery," so Frank turned

his attention to a row of booths, draped in black, with silver

astrological symbols, palmist signs and two flaming aces of hearts and

diamonds, where past, present and future were revealed at very

reasonable prices--considering. "Me for the astrologist," he said.

"Jack, go in at the sign of the glowing heart and find out whether Venus

is going to be good to you, and then we can swap experiences."

"I think I'll try the palmist," Jack replied. "If it's even moderately

well done it is interesting," and the two brothers disappeared into the

cavelike apertures before them. Frank's experience seemed to be highly

satisfactory, for he reappeared grinning cheerfully. Perhaps he had

cause, but he did not reveal it, and when his brother came forth from

the clutches of the sorceress, he insisted that he should have his

horoscope cast.

As there seemed no hope of finding the lady they sought until the crowd

should have thinned a little, Jack laughed and entered the

silver-spangled tent. The seeress was gowned in white, with silver

chains and bracelets and girdle, and a long white veil completely

enveloped her except the face, and this was concealed by her yashmak up

to her mocking gray eyes, with their dark, level brows. There was

something in her eyes that attracted Jack, and made him believe in her

uncanny powers quite against his will, and even while he told himself

that this was but the foolishness of the hour. He gave her the necessary

data, and she consulted her charts, and gave him a rapid and wonderfully

correct delineation of his character, "a nature which combines the

characteristics of Scorpio with some of those of Sagitarrius, as is the

case," she explained gravely, "with persons born near the cusp," a term

which produced no impression upon his mind, though he said, "Oh,

indeed," politely. She made some cabalistic marks on a square of paper

and turned to him with a somewhat startled expression, which faded at

once, and the mocking eyes looked full into his as she went on.

"You do not believe in anything I am telling you, and therefore I shall

speak quite frankly, certain that you will be neither cast down nor

elated by anything I can say. I think you are a physician; if not you

ought to be; you seem to have come from afar, and to be about to begin a

new phase in your life. It is well that you have two of the greatest of

the planets, Mars and Jupiter, as controlling influences, for you will

need them, and that very soon. You are at this moment in greater danger

than ever before has been your lot."

Jack could not repress a laugh. With youth, health, ability and love he

felt that it would take more than a stray comet to turn the currents of

his life awry. But the woman did not smile; he could see that much

through the gauzy yashmak, and her eyes grew grave and her forehead

contracted.

"I am glad you don't believe it," she said, "because I should not like

to tell you what I see if you did; before morning you will know whether

it is all the foolishness you think it."

He apologized. "I'm immensely interested," he said, "but I didn't know

any one regarded this sort of thing seriously. So far as you've gone

you've hit me off very well, and I don't mind telling you that I am a

physician, and I'm just back from the far East."

"Thank you," she said gravely. "Have you ever heard that if a man has

made love to a girl under the constellation of Cassiopeia he should not

marry until he has also made love under the Southern Cross? There is a

conjunction of malign planets at this time; they threaten your happiness

through love, through hate, through accident. If you have become

interested in any person born under Saturn, that is between the

twenty-first of December and the twentieth of January, particularly

about the seventh of January, you should certainly take time to consider

carefully, for there is nothing but wretchedness and misunderstanding in

such an alliance; there may be much that is attractive on the surface,

but you will find a complete lack of harmony, of similarity of tastes

and ambition that would leave you forever alone, and there is much

selfishness and stubborness of will. Saturn and Scorpio are not good

marital allies." He gave her a searching glance, for the seventh of

January was Leonora's birthday, but her face was quite inscrutable.

"There is something here I do not understand; this accident does not

happen to you, nor to any one near you, yet it has a lasting and a

terrible effect upon your life----" she shuddered and pushed the charts

away from her. "I will not tell you any more," she said, "but I wonder

whether you would do me the favor of giving me your name and address. I

want to cast your horoscope carefully, and I will send you the chart."

He thanked her and wrote down his name as requested, somewhat impressed

in spite of himself. As he rose to go she stood also and lifted her hand

as if she would have drawn him back, then let it drop heavily. If it was

a piece of acting, he told himself it was perfectly done. "Do be careful

for the next twenty-four hours," she said, "and beware of the evil that

may come out of good."

That last Delphic utterance stamped the whole affair as a clever piece

of mind-reading, guesswork and acting, and, somewhat annoyed that he

should have been hoaxed even for a moment, Jack withdrew.

The hour was growing late and the crowd dispersing when they turned

from the fortune-telling booths and entered the ballroom, and presently

Jack said to his sister, "There she is; the one in the green gown."

"Yes, that is Silvia Holland. What a superb dancer, and how democratic!

The man she is dancing with is at the head of one of the labor

organizations that is championing woman's suffrage. Come, Jack, let us

have a whirl, as of old, and I will then bring your 'Mystery' over to

the box."

In a moment they were in the midst of the waltz, and at its close Hilda

had so managed that they were near Miss Holland. Stepping up to her on

Jack's arm she presented her brother, and, accepting Hilda's invitation,

Miss Holland joined their party.

"Did I not see you a year ago on the streets in London, the time I was

arrested?" she naively asked Jack.

"Yes, but you were very busy. How in the world could you remember me?"

"Don't be flattered by the apparent compliment. While I was delivering

my little speech to the police I noted how closely you followed me and

that you were the only American around, and I had determined to appeal

to you for assistance if they undertook to jail the feeble old woman

who was with us. They didn't disturb her, and so you were not called

upon, but you see how near you came to being a militant English

suffragette and perhaps a prisoner for thirty days," she said, half

seriously and half smilingly.

"The word of command would have made me both," he answered, with so much

emphasis that Frank broke into the conversation with, "I wonder if the

open door of an English jail would convert me?"

"That would depend upon who was directing your footsteps toward the

jail," suggested his brother-in-law.

"Not at all; I think I am hopeless after having heard so much of the

theoretical benefits of suffrage and seen the utter lack of effect in

Colorado, where I live."

Silvia Holland turned her great, intense eyes upon him. They were

glowing, and he felt the same fascination he had experienced in the

afternoon.

"You from Colorado and talk this way!" she said in amazement. "Surely

you are jesting. Take the effect on the polling places alone. Compare

those of New York with those of Denver, and I have seen them in full

operation in both places. In the first is the atmosphere of barrooms; in

the second the manners and air of drawing-rooms. If I were a Colorado

man I should be proud of the result upon Colorado women of their

responsibility in citizenship. I know women of all nationalities, but I

know none where the average of intelligence or womanly grace and real

accomplishments are greater than with your Colorado women."

"I am a railroad attorney, sent out by the owners of some of the lines

traversing Colorado to look after their interests," he answered. "It is

possible that my conclusions have been influenced by my occupation. I am

prepared to admit that. But I have rather old-fashioned notions in

relation to the proper place for women being in the home and not in

politics."

"Oh, you American professional men, particularly you corporation

lawyers"--she was smiling now. "You might as well be living in the

middle ages, for you take no note of the tremendous revolution that is

going on all around you. What we call politics is in reality government,

and home is the basis of all good government, and government to serve

its legitimate aim in a democracy must reflect the sentiments of all

the members of the society that created it, women as well as men, and

the higher the aspirations of society the higher the purposes of

government."

The others were enjoying this little scene. "Bravo, bravo, Silvia!"

exclaimed Hilda. "Do make a convert of him!"

"You know," said Miss Holland, and she put as much sarcasm in her tone

as possible without leaving a sting, "that this thing called government

only needs a good house-cleaning and the application of a few vermin

extinguishers, such as every good housekeeper knows how to administer,

to make this country a congenial habitation for the gods of the

Twentieth Century--the enlightened, progressive, responsible citizens of

a democracy. Come to the Industrial League meeting next Thursday night

and you will learn more about this than I can possibly tell you. I will

send you a card," and she gaily floated away with Dr. Orrin Morris, her

escort of the evening, who had been impatiently waiting for her for

several minutes.

Dr. Orrin Morris and Dr. John Earl were graduated from the same class in

the Harvard medical school, but Dr. Morris had immediately after

graduation settled down to the exclusive practice of surgery according

to orthodox methods, and was already regarded as one of the rising young

surgeons of New York City.

His father had met with financial reverses in 1907 that had not only

wrecked the family fortune but had carried him to an untimely grave. His

mother had been dead for some years and he had no brother or sister. He

maintained a house on East 57th Street and had much practice in two of

the prominent hospitals.

Dr. Morris presented a rather angular appearance as he strode away with

Miss Holland. He was excessively lean, of swarthy complexion, dark eyes,

black hair and a domineering air. His mother had possessed a strain of

that Spanish blood that was freely mixed with the Moors during their

occupancy of Spain, and added to the natural tendencies of the Latin

were visible some of the ear-marks of Moorish intensity. For some months

he had been paying marked attention to Miss Holland, whom he had known

in a general way for a long time, and, while she did not encourage him,

she had not thought it necessary to dismiss him, for she found him most

entertaining, as he was regarded as one of the best non-professional

violinists in New York. They had spent many agreeable evenings together

over their music, she playing the accompaniments on the piano.

His views on public questions were as set and conservative as were his

views on medicine, and she never attempted to discuss those matters with

him; the fact that she could not do so was somewhat a relief to her when

she desired to get away from her public activities.

Mr. and Mrs. Ramsey, Dr. Morris and Miss Holland, and the two young men

with other ladies of their acquaintance, joined in the last dance and

then started for the cloakrooms together.

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