so she married him after a short courtship.

Were they as happy as Tom and I, in these degenerate days, I wonder? After all, in every generation, past, present, and probably to come, it's the suggestion of the primitive man with a club that women like deep in their hearts, if they won't confess it!

If Tom had made love in the namby-pamby style we sometimes read about, his chances with me would have been slim!

Perhaps great-grandad didn't use just the words that Tom did, and, good Heavens! wouldn't dear, slim prim, little Miss Sally have "swooned" if her lover had hugged and kissed her as my dear big bear does!-but it's all the same, they were blissfully happy and so are we!

I wish all five Sallys could just get together and have a good gossip

about their lovers. Could they gossip, I wonder? Of course grandma and mother are sufficiently up to date for it, but how about the first two Sallys?

If one could get first hand versions of their courtship and marriage experiences it would make a "best seller," I'll wager!

I may be frivolous and worldly, you dear old Sallys that I never saw, and I would shock your ideas of propriety most mightily, but I love Tom and he loves me, and I hope and believe our love will endure like the first Sally's until we are old and gray, for the love of a good man is a precious gift, and love is the one thing that time and fashion cannot really change, although its manner of expression in the days of Sally the first would be altogether too undemonstrative for

SALLY THE FIFTH.

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YOUNG man graduated from Phillips-Exeter Academy, from Harvard College and from Harvard Medical School. He was the son of a well-to-do farmer, and a resident of a New England state.

The Boy-we will call him thathad won his way and had made his mark so that a partnership with one of the leading nerve specialists of this country would be ready for him within a few months after graduation. The Boy had spent his summers in the hospitals at home and abroad.

When the day came for him to take his degree he went down to the depot to meet his father and mother, but neither of them appeared.

After the exercises of the day were over, without stopping to pack up his trunk or dismantle his room, he threw a few belongings hastily into a suitcase and took the first train for home. When he reached his home town he saw the old family doctor waiting for him.

"Hullo, Boy!" the Doctor said. "Get in and I will drive you home, that will save your folks from coming after you. I told them I'd be down this way train time."

The Boy hurried over to the carriage and got in. The Doctor said, "Get up, Nell!" and they drove down through the village and out into the country.

"What's the matter, Doctor?" the boy asked. "Is it father or mother?" "Your father."

"What is it?"

"He's had a shock."
"Severe?"

"Yes. See here, Boy, someone has got to have a talk with you, and I thought I might as well do it as to have your father or your mother. You see I have known you ever since you were born. I heard your first cry.

I never had a son, and you have been like one to me. Your father's shock is severe, and, as you well know, he may have another at any time that will end his life. When I say severe, I mean not necessarily fatal. His mouth is twisted, he can't speak very well, and his whole left side is affected. I don't know of any man who can live with him and get along, he is so cranky and has always been-good as he is at heart-except to you. Suppose you open an office in the front room down there at your house, and take my practice. I have enough money to live on, and I am old enough to stop practicing. Of course it will break up your plans, but your father may live five or ten years with you at home, while if you remove him he will die, and if you hire help the strain of managing them may kill him."

Beads of cold sweat stood out on the young man's face as he listened. Then he said: "What you ask, Doctor, is impossible. My chance today is better than nine out of ten men who graduate in medicine. Why, I shall start in to practice five years ahead of the ordinary man. sides, SHE would never come here. It's no place to bring a cultured, high bred woman."

The Doctor smiled. "Is that so? Mine did. I guess she is as good as anyone. Go on, Nell!"

They reached the Boy's home, and as the Doctor cramped the wheel the Boy got out and lifted his suitcase, and the old Doctor leaned over, his face husky with emotion, and said: "This is the first time I have ever thanked God that I haven't any son, I am glad that mine died young."

The words cut the Boy as if a lash had been laid across his face.

Then a little woman stood framed in the great arched doorway, flung her

self into his arms, and said: "O, Boy! I'm glad you've come. He is awful sick, what are we going to do?"

The Boy picked her up in his strong arms as he would a child, and said, "Why, that's all settled, mother, there isn't anything to worry about, Doc has given me his practice, and I am going to stay here just as long as you need me. Now stop crying! You know if there is one thing I cannot stand, it is your tears."

A moment afterwards mother and son stood beside the bed whereon lay the great, gnarled figure of a man.

The Boy said, "Hullo, Dad!" and doggedly the father said "Hullo, Son!" in a tone devoid of emotion.

The Boy leaned down and said, "What's worrying you, Dad? Can't Can't you see I'm here? I was a farmer before I was a Doctor, I'll run this old shebang now. If you will let me have an office in the parlor Doc will give me his practice, and we'll make Rome howl."

The father looked at his boy for a second, and then said, through twisted lips, "You mustn't do that, it's suicide, we have educated you for something better."

Then, as the Boy bent closer yet, and pressed a kiss on the withered cheek he said, "But if you would-if you would just for a little while-I'd sleep tonight."

The Boy went upstairs, got into a pair of overalls and an old blouse, threw his suitcase across the room, and went out to the barn.

The office was fitted up, and the young doctor took up the old doctor's work where he laid it down. He found that things were not in the condition he expected to find them; that the old North Pasture, the wood lot on the South side of Birch Mountain, and the piece of meadow land his father had bought from the Deacon, were all sold. The money had been used for him. He also found that there was a small mortgage on the farm, the money from which had paid his graduation ex

penses.

Five years went by, during which time the land was bought back, the mortgage lifted, but years that added bitterness and pain, because they were concealed, to the Boy who came home.

The minister believed in him and loved him as one of God's heroes; others called him a failure, and said that he did not amount to much; that he went nowhere, saw no one except those with whom he came in contact in his practice.

One afternoon, at the end of five years, the postman brought a letter. When the Boy opened it he thought he was alone, and he held it up before him and laughed. It was not a good laugh, it was bitterer than a curse, it expressed more disappointment and pain than a flood of tears, but he laughed, because that was like the Boy. Then he said, "Go? Ha! Ha! Yes, I'll go, twice, maybe more. How I'd love to go."

Just then someone said in a soft voice, "What's the matter, Boy?" He turned and saw his mother.

"There isn't anything the matter. I-I-beg your pardon, I guess I didn't know you were here."

The mother came closer, raised her face to his, put out her hand, and asked, "May I read it?"

"Why, yes, of course, if you wish to it's it's really a very nice letter."

His mother read: "You are invited to attend the Fifth Reunion of our class at-in-on-." That was

all she stopped to read. Then with the letter in one hand she stood on tiptoe and reached up until she felt his great shoulders beneath her small fingers, and said: "Won't you go for me? You're getting bitter, Boy! I'd much rather you would leave us just as we are than to have you sour your soul trying to do what you call your duty. Perhaps this will help you. Won't you go?"

The Boy laughed again, a better laugh this time, kissed his mother, and said, "Why, yes, if you want me to, I never have denied you much, have I, mother?"

The train was late when the Boy pulled into New York. It was beyond the banquet hour by a good many minutes when he reached the hall. He put his hand on the doorknob and started to turn it, then stopped and thought, "I'll go back," but this kind of a boy never goes back, he goes in. He opened the door, and instantly, the President of the Class came striding down, holding out both hands, grasped his, and said, laughingly, "Gee, I'm glad to see you, it's a sight for sore eyes, train late?" And all the while he was talking the President had been leading the boy up to a table where one plate had been left turned down, and around that plate was a garland of Bay leaves. Then Then the President said, while the Boy stood as if he was in a dream, his head reeling, the floor billowing under his feet, "Now, men, fill them up! Are they all filled? Then listen! I'm not going to slop over, it's not my way, but here's to

the man whose example has made it possible for most of us to be decent, and for some of us to begin what we hope will prove to be a career helpful to all mankind: Here's to the man who refused to ride to success over duty: Here's why, here's to HIM!"

They drank and sat down.

Then the President turned to the Boy and said, "You're the Guest of Honor tonight, old man, if there are any. I didn't dare write you, I knew how modest you always were, but we wanted to look at you, to let you know that the "Old Gang" understands."

The Boy bowed his head on his hands, and the hot tears trickled through them, nothing mattered any more, the fact that She had not come, and would not, all the hard things he had endured vanished from his remembrance. One thing loomed up against the horizon of his life as big as God: The fellows had understood after all.

E

QUAL suffrage is at bottom a question of fair play and equity. The reasons why women should vote are the same as the reasons for having a republic rather than a monarchy. It is fair and right that the people who must obey the laws should have a voice in choosing the law-makers, and that the people who must pay the taxes should have a voice as to the amount of the tax, and the way in which the tax money shall be spent.

Except where a good reason can be shown to the contrary, everyone is entitled to be consulted in regard to his own concerns. The laws he must obey and the taxes he must pay are matters which very closely concern him, and the only legal way of being consulted in regard to them is through the ballot.

JUSTICE THE FOUNDATION

Roughly stated, the fundamental principle of democracy is this: In deciding what is to be done, where everybody's interests are concerned, we take everybody's opinion, and go according to the wish of the majority. Since we cannot suit everybody, we do what will suit the largest number That seems to be, upon the whole, the fairest way. A vote is only a written expression of opinion.

In thus taking a vote, to get at the wish of the majority, certain persons are passed over, whose opinions, for one reason or another, are thought not to be worth counting. These persons are children, aliens, idiots, lunatics, criminals and women. There are good and obvious reasons for making all these exceptions but the last. Is there any good reason why no direct account should be taken of the opinions of women?

A GROWING CAUSE

There is a growing belief that no sound reason can be given. The

trend toward woman suffrage visible in almost every part of the civilized world, and the movement of events is all one way.

Ninety years ago, women could not vote anywhere, except at municipal elections in Sweden and a few other places in Europe.

In the forty years 1830 to 1870, women were given full suffrage in Wyoming, municipal suffrage in England, Victoria, Finland and New South Wales, and school suffrage in Kentucky, Kansas and Ontario.

In the twenty years 1870 to 1890, women were given municipal suffrage in Kansas, Scotland, New Zealand, South and West Australia, Tasmania, Iceland, Ontario, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, Quebec, British Columbia and the Northwest Territory; school suffrage in Michigan Minnesota, Colorado, New Hampshire, Oregon, Massachusetts, New York, Vermont, Nebraska, North and South Dakota, Montana, Arizona, Oklahoma and New Jersey and full suffrage in the Isle of Man. In Montana, taxpaying women were given a vote upon all questions submitted to the taxpayers.

In the twenty years 1890 to 1910, women were given full suffrage in Colorado, Idaho, Utah, Finland, Norway, New Zealand, South and West Australia, Tasmania, Queensland, Victoria and New South Wales; municipal suffrage in Ireland, Denmark and the Province of Vorarlberg (Austrian Tyrol); and school suffrage in Illinois, Connecticut, Ohio, Delaware and Wisconsin. In Iowa and Kansas women were given a vote on bonding propositions, and in Minnesota a vote for library trustees.

In Louisiana, in Michigan, and in all the towns and villages of New York State, tax-paying women were given a vote on questions of local taxation. In France, women engaged in trade were given a vote for