Judge — March 15, 1919 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by A.B. Wate Original statement foot, presently, as they bowed their heads over liarly crabbed piece of chirography, and as ¢ side glance crossed a similar glance from her large brown his fervor for The Cause increased. !” he cried, starting to put a C card in the G compartment and incidentally clasping Miss Litefoo hand, “it is a privilege and a delight to feel that one aiding, however feebly, a great upward movement but an icy voice cut short his rhapsody: “Henry,” it said, “I am going upstairs to a com- mittee meeting and I wish you would come along and carry these book Grimley felt that the hand which clasped Miss Lite. foot’s loomed larger than mere bulk could account for, but Miss Litefoot came to the rescue: “Oh, do leave him with me a little longer, Mrs. Grimley,’’she pleaded," he is awfully helpful and can read any kind of handwriting. Men are so wise and strong!” she concluded, turning large, appealing eyes on Grimley. “T’m really very sorry, Miss,Litefoot,” replied Mrs. Grimley, sweetly, but Mr. Grimley sutfers from rheuma- tism, and I don’t like to keep him out late in the night air. “IT do not,” protested Grimley, “the fact that I sprained my ankle playing tennis——” “His pet delusion,” smil- ingly interrupted Mrs. Grim- ley, patting him gently on the shoulder. ‘*He sprained his ankle twenty years ago, when we were engaged, but I can hardly suppose that ancient injury accounts for the floods of liniment But Grimley thought things had gone far enough. “It is not to be ir ined,” he remarked, with xreat dignity, “that these pathological details can have the slightest interest for Miss Litefoot, or that anything is to be gained by pursuing the pect imley’s Draen by WO. Pevien subject further”; and he rose from his chair. As _ they paced home through the dim and silent streets: “This,” said Grimley, “has been a great formative experience | have to thank you, my love, for bringing me into touch with that higher side of the suffrage movement that is so inadequately re- flected in the press. I now understand the spiritual and intellectual beauty of the cause as I never understood it before”; and recalling Miss Litefoot’s curls, he took off his hat reverently. s interpreted “T don’t. see managed it,” commented Mrs. Grimley, “seeing that you carefully avoided the slightest contact with any- thing remotely resembling mind or soul. However, you will havea splendid chance later on to get into touch with the intellectual side of the movement. I have thought it best to bring the books home and you can write them up for me. This will be more suitable work for a man of your dignity than playing cards with a silly chit.” “My dear,” said Grimley, mildly, feeling he was on thin ice, “I wish I could get you to remember that while I do not mind annoying other people with my dignity, I hate to bore myself with it!” Meanwhile, at headquarters, the Vice-President said to Miss Litefoot: “How did you make out? “He’s really a dear,” replied Miss Litefoot, “though you'd never think it to look at him. If that cat had stayed away ten minutes longer, I'd have cinched an- other vote. The real trouble with men is their wives!” “You might work that sentiment up into a plank and we'll put it in the platform,” suggested the Vice- President, scenting a chance for a great popular success. how you Jimaty’s Bic Brorurk is Home prom comicbooks.com