EPILOGUE
THE tall figure of Edwin Brown no longer haunts the cafés of Broadway
and Fifth Avenue. Long Island has gained in him an enthusiastic farmer,
who gives much time to the breeding of fine horses and cattle.
On the day of his marriage he bought _The New Era Magazine_ and
gave it to his wife. It is no longer the organ of radical feminism,
but has become very popular and turned out to be a sound business
investment.
In fact, Brown has proven himself in many ways an exceptional husband.
The old Captain, who is his valuable assistant on the farm, whispers
now and then into Ellen’s ear that his like has never been seen. His
stately daughter smiles a quiet answer that suggests an agreement with
this opinion, although she has never ventured to say as much in the
presence of mere man.
She writes her editorials now at a desk beside the south window of the
nursery in their spacious Long Island home. A little cherub boy is
forever pulling at her skirts, but she doesn’t seem to mind--not even
when he gets hold of one of her manuscripts and chews a page out of it.
THE END.
=TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES=
Simple typographical errors have been silently corrected; unbalanced
quotation marks were remedied when the change was obvious, and
otherwise left unbalanced.
Punctuation and spelling were made consistent when a predominant
preference was found in the original book; otherwise they were not
changed.
Inconsistent hyphens left as printed.