after the adjournment vernon sought out maria greene and walked with her down capitol avenue toward the hotel. he was prepared to enjoy her congratulations, but she was silent for a while, and before they spoke again “doc” ames, striding rapidly, had caught up with them. he was still scowling.
“i was sorry you didn’t finish your speech as you intended, sir,” he said, with something of the acerbity of a reproach.
“why,” began vernon, looking at him, “i—”
“you laid out very broad and comprehensive ground for yourself,” the old man continued, “but unfortunately you did not cover it. you should have developed your subject logically, as i had hopes, indeed, in the beginning, you were going to do. an argument based on principle would have been more to the point than an appeal to the passions. i think miss greene will agree with me. i am sorry you did not acquaint me with your intention of addressing the senate on this important measure; i would very much have liked to confer with you about what you were going to say. it is not contemplated by those in the reform movement that the charms of woman shall be advanced as the reason for her right to equal suffrage with man. it is purely a matter of cold, abstract justice. now, for instance,” the doctor laid his finger in his palm, and began to speak didactically, “as i have pointed out to the house, whatever the power or the principle that gives to man his right to make the law that governs him, to woman it gives the same right. in thirty-seven states the married mother has no right to her children; in sixteen the wife has no right to her own earnings; in eight she has no separate right to her property; in seven—”
vernon looked at miss greene helplessly, but she was nodding her head in acquiescence to each point the doctor laid down in his harsh palm with that long forefinger. vernon had no chance to speak until they reached the hotel. she was to take the midday train back to chicago, and vernon had insisted on going to the station with her. just as she was about to leave him to go up to her room she said, as on a sudden impulse:
“do you know that the women of america, yes, the people of america, owe you a debt?”
vernon assumed a most modest attitude.
“if we are successful,” she went on, “the advocates of equal suffrage all over the united states will be greatly encouraged; the reform movement everywhere will receive a genuine impetus.”
“you will be down next wednesday when the resolution comes up again, won’t you?” asked vernon.
“indeed, i shall,” she said. “do you have any hopes now?”
“hopes?” laughed vernon. “why certainly; we’ll adopt it. i’ll give my whole time to it between now and then. if they don’t adopt that resolution i’ll block every other piece of legislation this session, appropriations and all. i guess that will bring them to time!”
“you’re very good,” she said. “but i fear mr. porter’s influence.”
“oh, i’ll take care of him. you trust it to me. the women will be voting in this state next year.”
“and you shall be their candidate for governor!” she cried, clasping her hands.
vernon colored; he felt a warm thrill course through him, but he waved the nomination aside with his hand. he was about to say something more, but he could not think of anything quickly enough. while he hesitated, miss greene looked at her watch.
“i’ve missed my train,” she said, quietly.
vernon grew red with confusion.
“i beg a thousand pardons!” he said. “it was all my fault and it was certainly very stupid of me.”
“it’s of no importance. where must i go to reserve space on the night train?” said miss greene.
vernon told her, and proffered his services. he was now delighted at the philosophical way in which she accepted the situation—it would have brought the average woman, he reflected, to tears—and then he went on to picture to himself the practical results in improving women’s characters that his new measure, as he had already come to regard it, would bring about.
