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Show tion. Certain women who like children should be trained to care for them all, she says, leaving their mothers, not thus determined to the task, free to enter the arts and professions if they choose. She thinks, too, that v. omen should not wait to be wooed. They should go a-vvooing, if tjiey carc.lo. According to her theory, for example, no shrinking maidenly modesty should prevent mc from asking you here and now to " Hut v.ilh a gulp of alarm young Grilling had fled, leaving a train of stuttered excuses in his wake. Subsequently Sub-sequently I caught sight of him lurking in the shadows or' the outer hall, from which safe shelter he made frantic fign.ils to hi inollur, conveying Ins filial readiness to escort her home. To such of these as she saw that strong-minded lady made no response. re-sponse. Once during her ponderuiii passages through the rooms she slopped for a few words with mc. and in Hie course of these I caught over her shoulder a glimpse of her son's white, stricken face turned on us from afar. I knew he imagined I wru asking her for his hind, and the reflection led me to prolong the interview to a degree which evidently caused Mrs. GrilYing much surprise and gratification. I learned, incidentally, several interesting facts shout Mrs. Warliurton. She was a widow, and childless a condition in which even the loyal soul of Mrs. Griffmg seemed vaguely to sec a providential hand 'Her husband didn't live long," explained Mrs. Grilling, simply. "My S"ii thinks she killed him wiih her ideas, but, of course, it wasn't anything .lw did it was pneumonia."' She drifted away after this handsome vindication of her friend; and with a sudden realization that the night was advanced I again sought Jessica. I found her wearing the expression of alertness her face takes on only when she is intensely interested "She's really worth while," she conceded, dropping mi a convenient divan, tucking a small cushion comfortably com-fortably behind her b:uk, and pulling me down beside her with the obvious intention of talking it all over, as often as she permitted mc. The evening opened auspiciously. Ushered into my bedroom to take oil her wraps. Mrs. Warbur-ton Warbur-ton commented at once and rapturously upon the rising-sun quilt made by my grcat-grcat-grandmothcr a proper appreciation of which is indispensable in guests in our home. She also said fitting things about our Delft and brasses, and realized the antiquity an-tiquity of the Japanese prints on our dining-room walls Moreover, she hung in rapture oer Hedwig's mayonnaise, and mentioned casually that "The Walkuric" was her favorite opera. 1 melted to a degree which imperilled the firmness of the frozen punch, while even the editor, frankly prejudiced against her as "a menace to the community," turned on her a momentary kindly gleam. Wc had reached the salad before Jessica lured her toward her hobby, which Mrs W'arburton needed no urging to mount. She leaped into the saddle with a bound Once there, if I may be pardoned an abrupt departure from metaphor, met-aphor, she rested her elbows on the table, buried her chin in her hands, and turned on us the effulgence effulg-ence of her brown eyes. "You're such an inspiration to nie, yon two women." wo-men." she began, with a long-drawn breath "You would repudiate my convictions with your last breath, Ik.iIi of yu, yet on arc living them a great man) ol them, at least every moment of your inspiring in-spiring lives " I opened my mouth, but Jessica spoke first. She usually docs. "Dear lady," she said, suavely, 'What you call our 'inspiring lives' is really a dilncnlt and painful scramble for the accumulation of an income large enough to live on in this expensive city. There is nothing inspiring about it." "Hut your professions your splendid work jour books, your lectures, your influence over the tender mnids of your pupils" began Mrs. W'arburton. "We loathe 'cm all," explained Jessica, with great calmness. "If there's anything wc loathe more than IT was at one of Henrietta Twombley's receptions recep-tions that Jessica and I were privileged, for the first time, to gaze upon the intellectual countenance of Mrs. Warburton and to listen to the words of wisdom that fell suavely from her lips. That we experienced more pleasure in the indulgence of the second privilege than in that of the first was due to the existence in us both of an almost abnormal love of beauty and t the presence in Mrs. Warburton's face of several features that at first sight painfully repelled us. Her eyes, to begin with, protruded to a degree which gave her an expression of chronic surprise; that they were softly brown, and at times of a really extraordinary extra-ordinary brilliancy, were but meagre aids to reason for checking our recoil. Wc objected, also, to her "mouth, v. Inch had a trick, highly unpleasant to Jessica, Jes-sica, of smiling rn one side only, thus suggesting a halt-mouthed hcartine's more than halt depressing. In time, I admit, the incongruity of this phenomenon fascinated mc, but Jessica's prejudice against Mrs. Warburton's smile remained violent and unreasoning. She shunned the contemplation of it to a degree bordering on rudeness, and passed the early part of the evening lurking behind portieres and jottcd palms that they might blot it from her view. Thus, though frequently within sound of the socthing ripple rip-ple of Mrs. Warburton's contralto voice, Jessica missed many of the choicest gems cf thought with which that eminent person favored us. Pursuing my individual researches, however, 1 was enabled not only to hear these, but to discover that the lady, though still further handicapped by an insignificant and characterless nose, bad as compensations an admirable ad-mirable complexion, beautiful teeth, a superb carriage, car-riage, and a really surprising amount of magnetism, to which both men and women promptly and happily hap-pily succumbed. So great was this List, indeed, that she was soon, surrounded by hrr fellow guests, who, after reluctantly yielding themselves to our beaming hostess for the introduction, remained chatting easily with the lioness of the evening for a few moments, and then, with expressions of artless surprise sur-prise and relief, attached themselves permanently to her circle. Accustomed as I was to similar assemblages assemb-lages where the guest of honor stands in a corner supported by the hostess and one or two intrepid friends, while the remaining guests remain aloof, feverishly seeking within themselves sentiments vvorthy the ears of a celebrity, I was naturally much impressed by the phenomenon before me. 1 approached, ap-proached, I joined the circle, and I listened. Mrs. Warburton was holding forth, as was expected ex-pected of her and in response to the rather tri rl-vious rl-vious leads of the hostess; but doing it so artistically, so subtly, with such a charm of individual appeal to this or that one of her listeners, that they proved the accuracy of her shots like targets which ring when the bull's-eye "is struck. One or two even had the temerity to disagree with her, and this apparently delighted her so much that her brown eyes seemed to pop out of her head with excitement and interest I as she laughingly met the issues they zaised. I saw Jessica's blond head shining among the draperies of a window not far away, and under cover of the focussed interest I imperatively motioned her to ap-proach. ap-proach. She came with reluctant lect, and eyes, as it were, turned inward. "You're missing everything." 1 explained to her in a reproachful aside. "She's holding them all. George Fvcrctt has left his gum shoes in the hall and settled at her feet for the evening, and Professor Olivier, who. to my certain knowledge, has played solitaire in a corner at each of the last five receptions he has attended, is glued to her side. She appears to be fascinating them." Jessica's delicate brows arched higher. "Fascinating them with that smile!" she murmured mur-mured disdainfully. "With it or notwithstanding it," I retorted. "I don't pretend to have analyzed the thing at this early stage. It's a condition I'm mentioning not a ihcorv. Look at he r now " Jessica looked, and looked intently. Almost in the instant Mrs. Warburton caught her eye. "Miss Pcldcn agrees with mc on this point, at least." she exclaimed, gayly. nodding toward my friend. "She said the anie thing before 1 thought of it. in her second book. It interested mc then, but did not nuitc convince me. Afterwards 1 discovered its truth." Neither Jessica nor I had the faintest idea wha rspecial point she meant, absorbed as wc had been in our own exchange of confidences," but Jessica swayed forward, as 1 subsequently explained to her. likc'a fascinated bird under the eye of the calculating serpent. r 'Unquestionably wc are right." she smiled, "if we agree. Who dares dispute us?" rcss. x- Mrs, Warburton's face shone again, "Ah. surely," she .-aid, graciously, "you hire it done by an intellectual inferior. 'I hat is right That is what I do. Only." she added with unconscious pathos, "mine doesn't clean things aiter I've lured her." It was plain that she did not. Our visit to Mrs. Warburton's home had taught us that. Toward spring she came to us less frequently, and finally did not coins- at all. In June v.c had a hurried hur-ried note from her, explaining that she was leaving town for the summer, regretting that time would not permit a farewell call, and referring vaguely to a reunion in the autumn when she returned to the city. Jessica and I looked at each other. "She's offended." announced Jessica, positively, "but at what, in Heaven's Hain't? Have you doiii anything. Helen5" I hastily disavowed the tacit charge. ' You, perhaps, with your bhrnt speeches " I suggested sug-gested Jessica smiled in her most superior fashion. "My blunt speeches!" she repeated. "Grace War-bunon War-bunon has said more brutal limits p, me in one evening than yon and I could think of in a mouth if we put our minds to it That was oil- of her charms." she added, reflectively. 1 sighed, for this was true. No amount of plain speaking would hurt Mrs. W.-rburt'-n. and I recalled now that our last evening together had been unusually un-usually harnioi'io:is. "Have we begun to bore her. do you think?" I hazarded. Jessica turned upo; mc an expression made up, in equal pans, of human exasperation and Christian forbearance. "How could we bore her?-" she A, nunded, tersely. "She has read our text-books and she thinks we're literary." To this retort a reverential silence seemed the only fitting tribute, and I gave it. We discussed Mrs. Warburton's letter further i-t a few moments; even, casually, for a few weeks. Then. leaving town ourselves, our mental picture of her faded into a dim background, in the darkest recesses re-cesses of which lurked mysteriously a ball and chain. It was not. unt.l the foil., wing November that Mrs. Warburton emerged from the oh-ciinty in which, se to speak, she had been enveloped. We were back-in back-in ihc city, and our editor friend casually mentioned, during a call one afternoon, that the distinguished apostle of ex equality had married. Wc gasped in unison. "Whom? When?" we demanded. Our guest confessed that th-- details had escaped Jii'iv. . . . . - "It iv a done pretty quietly. I facy." he hazarded. "It would have to be. wouldn't it in the circumstances? circum-stances? Wouldn't she be guved a lot. and all that, for going back on her i..!or''" Wc pointed out that matrimony did not necessarily necessar-ily include the change of Mrs Warburton's convictions. convic-tions. "Probably hrr hu band is in sympathy with them, and will conduct himself accordingly." Jessica explained. ex-plained. "Cut it'.s odd she didn't t-ll us. I'd like tJ see her again." The wish evidently lingered in the mind of our editor, . for a fortnight later he presented us with Mrs. Warburton s new address, which he had secured from her publishers. "I forgot to ask hrr present name." In admitted, cheerfully, "but here's where she lives, and they'll know there, of course, who she is." Jessica and I hesitated a week more over the liltla slip ef paper. "I suppose wc- really ought to keep away," I murmured mur-mured at last. "And yet With any one but Mrs. W'arburton this silence would naturally suggest a willingness fj be deprived of the delights of our society. Put with her it may mean a dozen other things poverty, a fear that we will misunderstand her, or some such reason. On the whole, I think we ought to look her up."' Wc did, the next day. choosing the late afternoon for our call. It was not difficult to find Fast Sixty-fourth Sireet.which proved to be an extremely unpretentious Apartment house wiih rows of fire-escapes fire-escapes zigzagging dizzily down its front. The janitor, jan-itor, who opened the door and promptly wiped his hand on the side of his trousers after doing so, knew where Mrs. Wnrbutron lived. "L"p three flights, first door t" the left." were hi? terse directions. Wc followed them. A knock at the door brought forth presently the sound of uncertain un-certain footsteps on the other side. "Put one moment." sa:d a familiar voice. "Ah, tnnii Dieu, rose- darknesses !" The doorway opened, and the subdued light of the- hallway fell on the round pink face tf Professor Alphoiise Olivier. It flushed deeper for a moment, lin n beamed upon us. Poth his hands came forth in eager greeting. F.x-citcdlj-, delightedly, with many gesticulations and much speech, he ushered us in, "My vife she prcpaire zc supaire." he then explained, ex-plained, happily. "Zen she come to us, oiii.' If I tc'.l hair rat ymi are lure, omczing burn, -ci!iii;ici.iciit. 7.c fairst days all burned cfcrvving. Put I teach hair. : nd she improve own Dicu. 'eTvY : ot voman improve! im-prove! It was ze miracle, z-r,:li::cnl.'' We sought to leave, explaining that we would come again, but he would not hear of this. He led us into a tiny "parlor." in which, among other things, we recognised the dim brass of the samovar in Mrs. Warburton's for nrr home Some effort had been made to brighten it uj). There were several bra.cn Hushes on its cheek. "Wc 'ave no i.'V."- explained our host, with artless candor. "My vife she do all efcrying. She cook, she wash, she scrub It is her wish. I teach hair. We 'ave not much ef e Ainei icati dollaire mainte-nj:.!. mainte-nj:.!. Later zey come, out." He continued to beam upon us. his slippered feet resting comfortably on a hassock befere him, his shabby rmckhg-jackct unbuttoned for greater com-fcrC com-fcrC The pipe lie l.r .! juit down at our entrance lay on the floor, smelling horribly. From the kitchen, r.t the cr.d of the hall, came the clatter of dishes, the brisk opening and cl.sing of stovedoors. the sound ff wift footsteps moving (o and fr.o. An odor of Loiling onions was wafted to our nostrils, together villi the unmistakable eeent of something burning. Our host's jaw dropped as this last was borne in. "It burn onieing." he murmured: "it always burn soniczinj;. Hut she 'improve, out, oui, she improve." Mr. Warburton no, Madame Olivier henceforth came to the door at thi moment, and, beholding us. stood there for a transfixed second. She was enveloped in .1 huge calico apron ; a cap was on her htm, and she vaguely held a kite hen tow el in her hands. Suddenly dropping it, she came forward, Ynrning first to one .ind then to the other of us her 'radiant brown eyes and her queer crooked smil "No-o," she said, consideringly. 'T won't say thai. I should not want a dozen at a time, and 1 certainly should object to twelve squalling at once. Put eliminating elim-inating myself from the question, I can only say I lirmly believe the woman who brings children into the world, supplies a home for them, trains them properly, and makes her husband happy, is worth fifty independent spinsters and 'their influence over young minds.' " The editor applauded, for these sentiments were much to his liking. Mrs. Warburton rose impulsively from the table and walked around the dining-room, beating her hands together. "Oh, blind, blind!" she murmured, almost chokingly- "You're all blind, and the blindest are those who should see most clearly. That's the biggest stumbling-block in my path that I can't make the unmarried un-married women, the professional women, the working work-ing women, realize their glorious freedom and opportunities oppor-tunities Wives and mothers sec it fast enough; ihey ofic-n tell me they feel their burdens, they'd follow mc if they could lots of them. But you free a nel childless women each of you every last one of you. have hidden in her a sentiment a tradition whatever it is, that makes her hanker for the ball and chain " She sank down again in her place as she spoke, her eyes dim In none of us at that moment was there the slightest doubt of her absolute sincerity in her grotesque point of view. "What cr is your exact idea of the ball and chain, Mrs. Warburton?" asked the editor, with interest in-terest "Do they represent to yuu matrimony and maternity'" Mrs Warbutron straightened herself. 'Not necessarily matrimony and maternity in themclvcs.'' she told him, composedly, "but the abuses to which they lead the shifting of all the domestic burdens on to the woman's shoulders. My creed is very simple; I have set it forth many times: A woman and man should marry if they love each other, and they should have children il they both desire them, and they should continue, faithful to each other. Put the partnership should be an absolutely abso-lutely equal one. The woman should be as free from the responsibility for the home and children as the father. She should be as free as he is to do her work out in the world, have her interests and her friends, live her individual life. The home-making and the child-training mould be done by women hired for the purpose and who have chosen these as their especial lields. No intellectual woman should be degraded de-graded by waiting ou a man." The editor looked pained. -"Put if-she Loves biw,". he objected -feebly Mrs. Warburton's voice took on its platform note. "Ah, there ou are again," she cried, "with the truly masculine theory. If she loves him she must wait on him The proof ef women's love, in men's eyes, is servitude." ' v Jessica's glance met mine, and we rose and led the way into the drawing-room. "Only the other day," murmured Mrs. Warburton, softly, as she walked beside mc. "I saw an exquisite woman, fitted for the highest duties, sewing buttons on one of her husband's garments. 1 cannot tell you how inexpressibly the sight pained me." "Pet it would have pained him a lot if she hadn't sewed 'em on," murmured the editor, sulkily. It was obvious that the conversation was getting on his nerves. Seeing this, Jessica tactfully led hint to a little alcove, whence the smoke of his cigar soon curled forth. Mrs. Warburton, sinking into a great-chair great-chair before the open tire, surveyed it with a sternly disapproving eye. Oh, how can you?" she sighed. "How can you let him smoke in these exquisite rooms so fresh, so v irginal " "Dear Mrs. Warburton." I pleaded, "we'll never, never think alike on any of these things. But like you very much, and surely we can be friends and still hohl our own opinions, can wc not?" Mrs. Warburton pressed my hand and sighed again. "Oh yes." she said, "of course we can, and v.c will. Put I'm disappointed I wanted you both under my banner." Then, with the tact that usually dis-tinguishe'd dis-tinguishe'd her. she turned the conversation to Jessica's Jes-sica's latest educational text-book, and the discussion of woman and her ball and chain was over for that'" evening. Our acquaintance with Mrs. Warburton, thus auspiciously aus-piciously begun, ripened by slow degrees into a really pleasant friendship. Wc saw much of her as the months passed, and even as the intimacy grew so grew our admiration for this gallant leader of a cause already lo,t. She had many qualities none too common in this disappointing world. She .vas frank, she -was loval, she was honest, and she revealed re-vealed occasionally the artless simplicity of a little child Moreover, she was also busy, and she had the worker's respect for the time of other workers. She lectured, wrote, lent her presence to such assemblages assemb-lages as she felt might help her mission, and yet found leisure to drop in upon ti with delightful informality in-formality and enjoyment equally delightful because so obvious. Once wc attended a reception in her apartment far uptown, but we never repeated the experience. With a charity far broader than'-our own. Mrs. Warburton threw open her home to extremists ex-tremists of every type, who, in turn, were attracted to her by her radical views. On this occasion I fell into the hands of a woman anarchist whose yearning yearn-ing for the blood of somebody, anybody, was as strong as it was ungrammatically expressed. She was short-haired and unmanicured. and altogether objectionable, but she held nie fast in a comer for almost sin hour. I-subsequently learned that during this period Jessica va favored with the views of a languorous youth whose immediate conviction that she Was his affinity was unshaken by the presence of a wife and a little brood at home. We both drew a Jong breath as we emerged into the outer air. "Tghl" groaned Tessica. 'limv ran .he. with her daintiness, endi.re them? For she is as dainty mentally men-tally as she is physically, though she doesn't know it How can she tolerate these creatures in her home? Realls. we'll have to drop her if she-keeps We dM not drop her. We merely dropped her receptions, re-ceptions, and. under plea of excessive- work, urged her to come to us when she could, and forgive nnr failure to return the visits. This she did wiih the utmost good nature. She. seemed to have a genuine liking for us. and her frcmsrnt fierce arguments with Ics-ica were evidently highly stimulating to them both. Our housekeeping was also of int-rrt to her. and the steadfast glitter of our metal belongings tilled her with awe. "How do von keep them so? -be once aske.l, curiously. "Surely you don't debase yourselves by cleaning them"'" Wc hurriedly mentioned our incomparable wait- 5fk2 'Sfi2 iSs2 'S2 i2 SSc2 cSS '2 5 v- iSi -ry. &Sy. sSV. lj SV. feS: &S sS: .Sv. C .". '. . ,..-)!., ; ' '"' -if:H ;:.' '-, 4- ' ''; ' fTv - I-' ;- : -f-'-.n '.;- . -4 j! u ,v.- . .: ' i,-rr!s.-?'.'--".-5-. " - I -- ".A .Vf'SS ''';;'. sl-'':'- " ";'-v - " ; ' " " v -y., v - , ' ; ' STOOD THERE FOR A TRANSFIXED StCOND. She was still on the outside c-f the circle as she spr.kc. Mrs. Warburton make two quick steps forward for-ward from the centre, and with a touch, surpris'ngly cordial, intimate yet dignified, drew her within. "I'rofcssor Olivier dares," she explained, "and you shall help me down him. I must make the most ot our agreement this lime, for I know very well that you will never agree with nie again. You are so conservative, and I they tell me am so extreme!" There was a chorus of courteous protest in which the voice of Professor Alphonse Olivier rose loud nud clear. He had in my hearing, but a fortnight ago. denounced Mrs. Warburton's latest magazine article as the vaporings of an hysterical woman, lacking literary style, logic and fact, and of actually unmoral tendency, but be seemed to have reversed his severe judgment now as he stood beaming upon :r with bis near-sighted gray eyes. A prolonged sigh at my left ear drew my attention "m this pleasing picture of masculine subjection, turning, I recogniz' d Grining, a clever young artist. draSsRed by an intellectual mother to this and similar simi-lar gatherings where lie made no secret of his gloom and isolation. He openly approved of me, however, f'ndig my conversation, he gratefully extlrined. who.ly free f-oni "theories and ;deas. don't you know." Sympathetically I withdrew with Griffing 1o a distant corner, where wc sat down side by side. 1. 'oo. was a little tired f theories and ideas. "Vlu does she write about, anyhow?" demanded Griffin fcazing drearily at his shoes. "You know I never read women's things, but I've got a general idea that hers are wor-e than the av rage. Wants t revolutionize soriety, doesn't she. and elect women Preside-iits, and put babies out to farm, or something like that?" 1 hastened to turn the sunshine of an optimisti: irnnd on this col,J fc.ray rloudmcs. "Not a bit. Your omr-c in art ha not taught you t . draw conclusions." I xtdai ied with brisk severity. sever-ity. "All she wants i entire equality for women and rum. Men don't Kyr hir livctv t domestic service ard the car- of children; ,-md she thinks women should not, unless they consider it llicir special voca- our professions, it's those innocent young mindsyoTi mention, and if anything could be worse than the young minds, it's the possessors of them the! pupils " I hurriedly interrupted Jessica was well under way. If she were permitted to continue she would say much more than she meant and then fiercely insist in-sist upon its truth, as was her impulsive way. "You mean," 1 .said gently, "that wc arc free to live our lives as wc choose, and that, aside from our professions, wc have no heavy cares or responsibilities." responsi-bilities." f "Yes. yes. And you have this charming home, and arc so happy in it," gushed Mrs. Warburton. "Of course we're happy." remarked Jessica, ungratefully, un-gratefully, "if happiness is gained by a certain amount of material comfort. Wc are happy as a cat is hnppy, stretched before the fire. Put the nearest thing to an emotion Helen ever experiences is when she grieves for- dys over the breaking of a Pcllcek cup; and as for me, the o ily one I ever have is when he does soineihiug nn -e than usually maddening and I am aide to relieve th mental congestion of months by telling her in one glorious inort d'ltfuic what I really think of in r. Do you call that happiness?" happi-ness?" -v "She rever useK.to talk like that," 1 explained, fadly. "It's the effect of age creeping on apace. I noticed it first twenty-six years neo last April a tendency to crabbedaess and wa.-pishncss.' Put Mrs. Wnrburtm was pursuing her own thoughts. She brushed aside my feeble interruption nd leaned toward Jessica, her brown eyes aflame. "Don't tell me." she cried, with tragic emphasis, "that you think you'd be better off if you were nurs-i'ig nurs-i'ig a 'doen squalling bal ies allot once. Don't say that." The editor devoted himclf hurriedly to l:j, ice. For nn instant even Jessica v.as dashed but only for an instant. then and there. "She's wrong about everything, of course; I never knew a woman whose conception , of the universe was so consistently upside down. Put she's diabolically diaboli-cally clever about it, and she has persuaded herself that she's sincere. 1 really believe she thinks she's right. For the rest, we must cultivate her. Thank Heaven, we've both reached the stage where we don't care what people's opinions are, if only they don't berc us. Whatever Grace Warburton may do, she'll never do that. I've asked her to come to dinner din-ner Tuesday night." "Has siC the jrivilege ef bringing her smtli along?" I asked without enthusiasm. I am never as enthusiastic as Jessica over the prospect of guests possibly because I do the marketing and because Jessica's Jes-sica's criticism of my cffcTls is often painful to my sensitive nature. Jessica surveyed mc disapprovingly "I think I can say one or two things that will remove it if she 'has it with her," she remarked with conviction. "I l"t everything go tonight because this was really no place to argue." She launched into an animated monologue on Mrs. Warburton's fallacies, durii-.g which I succeeded in enjoying a brief but restful nap. I had not yet felt the force of the lady's personal per-sonal appeal to the degree! Jessica hack Mrs. Warburton arrived promptly 3t eight Jhe following fol-lowing Tuesday evening, in a gown whose attractions attrac-tions brought a light into our world-weary eyes. It wa one of her good poir.ts. hitherto u:u hronicled. thct sho dressed sNj,crldy and with sympathetic understanding of her own typo. We had invited only one other guet Jc-f-ica remaining firm in her faith that the occasion warranted a treser,tation of her vi'-ws a-, well a lhoc of Mrs. Warburton. The fourth member of our little party was a newspaper editor, rather yellow as, to his iournalism, but rf great personal charm, and with a brain who-,; strength even Jessica humbly acknowledged. As for inc. I epenty sat at his feet and quoted his opinions Copyright, 1909, hy Tlarprr .C- Ttrotliers, all rights rraerreit. |