"Pretty?" Thomas Leighton had asked, sleepily. It was very hot, and the flats smelt2 abominably3; both men were muddy and dripping with perspiration4.
Howard meditated5: "I never noticed her looks. She keeps you hustling6 so to know what she's talking about, that looks don't count. She says things that make you sit up—but lots of girls do that."
"They do. Boring after the first shock. But they enjoy it. It draws attention to 'em. Our grandmothers used to faint all over the lot, for the same purpose."
"Sometimes," Howard said, grinning, "when they get going about sex, I don't know where to look!"
"Look at them. That's what they want. And as most of 'em don't know what they're talking about, you needn't be uncomfortable. When they orate on Man's injustice7 to Woman—capital M and capital W—I get a little weary."
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"I'm with 'em, there!" Maitland said.
The older man gave a grunt8 of impatience9: "It isn't men who are unfair to women; it's Nature. But I don't see what can be done about it. Even the woman's vote won't be very successful in bucking10 Nature."
"I don't agree with you! Nature is perfectly11 impartial12. Brain has no sex!"
"Nature impartial?" Leighton repeated, grimly; "Maitland, when the time comes for you to sit outside your wife's room, and wait for your first-born, you will not call Nature impartial. Theories are all very pretty, but just try waiting outside that door—" his face twitched13; and Howard, remembering vaguely14 that Mrs. Leighton had been an invalid15 since the birth of their only child, changed the subject:
"Miss Payton's just sent me a cartload of suffrage16 literature; came on the tug17 yesterday."
"Suffragist?—you, I mean?"
"Yes; aren't you? Let's get in the flap of that sail."
"Do I look like a suffragist?" the other man demanded.
Howard surveyed him. "I don't know the earmarks, but you show traces of intelligence, so I suppose you are."
"I'll tell you the earmarks—in the human male: amiable18 youth or doddering age."
"You're not guilty on the amiability19 charge, and you don't visibly dodder. So I suppose you're an anti."
"Not on your life! It's a case of a plague on both your houses."
They were silent for a while, looking across the lagoon20 at a low reef where, all day long, the palms bent21 and[Pg 129] rustled22 in the hot wind; then Leighton broke out: "For utter absence of logic23 I wouldn't know which party to put my money on."
"Play the antis," Howard advised.
But the other man demurred24. "It's neck and neck. Some of the arguments of the antis indicate idiocy25; but some of the suffs' arguments indicate mania26—homicidal mania! It's a dead heat. It's queer," he ruminated27; "each side has sound reasons for the faith that is in it, yet they both offer us such a lot of—truck! One of the mysteries of the feminine mind, I suppose." He knocked the ashes out of his pipe on the deck-rail, and yawned. "As an example of 'truck,' I heard an anti say that for a woman to assume the functions of a man, and vote, was to 'revert28 to the am?ba.' Can you match that? But, on the other hand, look at the suffs! My own sister-in-law (a mighty29 fine woman) told me that men 'were of no use except to continue the race.'"
"That's going some!"
"But of course," the older man said, "it is ridiculous to make sex either a qualification or a disqualification for the ballot30; and it's absurd that my wife shouldn't have a vote when that old Portuguese31 fool from Gloucester, Massachusetts, who guts32 our fish and can't speak English so that an American dog could understand him—has it."
"That's just it!" Howard said, surprised at his fairness.
"Why multiply him by two?" Leighton said, dryly.
"We wouldn't be a democracy if we discriminated33 against the uneducated!"
"I don't. I discriminate34 against the unintelligent.[Pg 130] You'll admit there's a difference? Also, allow me to remind you that democracy is not the ballot; it's a state of mind."
"Very well!" Maitland retorted. "Make intelligence the qualification: the women put it over us every time! They are far more intelligent than men."
"I'd like to hear you prove it."
"That's easy! Girls can stay in school longer than boys, so they are better educated."
"But I'm not talking about schooling35!" Leighton broke in; "I mean just common sense as to functions of the ballot. Let women ask for an intelligence qualification, and I'll be the biggest kind of a suff! But while they don't know any more about what the ballot can and can't do, than to gas about its raising woman's wages—oh, Lord!" he ended, hopelessly.
"Suffrage in itself is educating," Howard instructed him.
Leighton nodded. "It ought to be. But I can't see that it has perceptibly educated our fish-gutter. Still, you'd like to meet his wife at the polls?"
The suffragist hesitated: "When women get the vote, they'll change the election laws, and weed out the unfit."
Leighton lifted despairing hands: "When you say things like that, I feel like putting my money on the suffs! Mait, get out of the cradle! Our grandfathers made a mess of it, by dealing36 out universal male suffrage; and our fathers made a worse mess in giving it to the male negro; now the women want to make asses37 of themselves, just as we did. They are always yapping about being our 'equals.' They are! They are as big fools as we are.[Pg 131] Bigger, for they have the benefit of observing our blunders, and being able to avoid them—and they won't do it! Because Mr. Portugee has the ballot, Mrs. Portugee must have it, too. They say it wouldn't be 'fair' to leave her out. You'd think they were a parcel of schoolgirls! If women would ask for a limited suffrage, ask for the vote for my wife, so to speak—a vote for any intelligent woman, cook or countess!—I'd hold up both hands, and so would most men."
"It isn't practical."
"Practical enough, if we wanted to do it. And think what we could accomplish—the intelligent men, and the intelligent women! The people who buy and sell Mr. Portugee would be snowed under;—which is the reason the corrupt38 element in politics object to a limited suffrage for women! They need Mr. Portugee in their business, and rather than lose him, they'll take Mrs. P., too. So what's the use of talking? Votes for Women will come, in spite of all the antis in the land, for in this woman's scrimmage, though the antis have the charm, the suffragists have the brains; and brains always win, no matter how bad the cause! They'll get it—I'm betting that they'll get it in five years."
"You ought to hear Miss Payton talk about it," Maitland said; "she'd floor you every time. She's got a mighty pretty cousin," he rambled39 off; "she has charm."
"Suffragist?"
"Laura Childs? You bet she is! And she has brains. Not like Miss Payton, of course. But—" he straightened up, and his eyes began to shine; his description of Laura was so explicit40 that his companion smiled.
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"Oh, that's the lay of the land, is it?" he said.
To which Howard responded by telling him to go to thunder. "Trouble with Miss Childs," he said, "is that the fellows are standing41 in a queue up to her father's door-steps, waiting to get a chance at her."
"Why did you step out of line?"
"I'll tell you the kind of a girl she is," Howard said, ignoring the question. "Of course, a man never would get stuck with Laura at a dance, but she's the kind, if she thought he was stuck, would make some sort of excuse—say she wanted to speak to her mother—so as to shake him. No man ever wants to get clear of Laura, but she's that kind of girl. That's why men hang round so."
"You evidently didn't hang round?"
Howard yawned. "Did I show you the pearl I found yesterday?" he asked, and produced, after much rummaging42 in his various pockets, a twist of paper. Leighton inspected the pearl without enthusiasm.
"Good so far as it goes. Hardly big enough for the ring."
Howard gave him a thrust in the ribs43. "I'm going down to the cabin."
In his sweltering state-room he looked at his find, critically. "No, it isn't big enough," he decided44. "Well, maybe I'll never have a chance to produce a ring," he added, dolefully; then he dropped the pearl into his collar-box, and mopped the perspiration from his frowning forehead. "Wonder if I shall ever be cool enough in this life to wear a collar?" he speculated. After all, why had he stepped[Pg 133] out of the line? "I wish I'd prospected45 before I left home!" Yet he realized that he had not known how much Laura counted in his life until he got away from her. Out here, "digging for buried treasure" in the blazing sun, lying on deck through velvet46, starlit nights, the recollection of that "queue" lining47 up at Billy-boy's front door-steps had become first an irritation48, and by and by an uneasiness. He had had one card from her,—"7° above. Don't you wish you were as cold as we are?" The photograph on the back revealed a snowy mountain-side that was tantalizing49 to a man who had nothing to look at but blazing, palm-fringed reefs, and who, for weeks, had been sweating at 104°. And it was not only the temperature that tantalized50 him—in the foreground of the picture were half a dozen of his set on skis. Laura, in a sweater and a woolly white toque, was putting a mittened51 hand into Jack52 McKnight's, to steady herself. Howard had not liked that card. "McKnight's got on his Montreal rig, all right," he thought, contemptuously; "he always dresses for the part!"
It was that postal53 which had aroused his uneasiness about the queue, and set him to counting the weeks until he could get into the line again. Also, it made him write rather promptly54 to Frederica Payton:
"Hasn't Jack McKnight got any job? He's a pretty successful loafer if he can go off skiing all around the clock. Why doesn't Laura put an extinguisher on him? How is Laura? I suppose she and Jack are having the time of their young lives this winter."
It was well on in July before Fred's reply to that [Pg 134]particular letter reached him, and it made him tell Tom Leighton that Miss Payton—"You remember I told you about her?"—was the finest woman he had ever known. "No sentimental55 squash about Freddy Payton!" This tribute was given because Fred had said:
"Laura hasn't confided56 in me, but I'm betting that she'll turn Jack McKnight down. He's not good enough to black her boots, and nowadays women demand that men—"
At this point Howard folded the letter and put it in his pocket. "Laura'll bounce him!" he said to himself; and for the next hour he expatiated57 to Mr. Leighton upon the charm of common sense in a woman—the woman being Miss Payton, of whom his hearer was getting just a little tired; but he was confused, too. At the end of an hour his gathering58 perplexity found words:
"But I thought it was the pretty cousin you were gone on?"
"You did, did you?" Howard said. "Digging shells has affected59 your brain, Tommy."
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