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"It will look queer, you know," but Bill replied: "I guess I'll not bother," adding, after a pause: "You see, there's them wimmin turnin' on the waterworks, and like as not they'd swamp me sure." "That's so," said Hi, who was standing near, in silent sympathy with his friend's grief. I reported to Gwen, who answered in her old imperious way, "Tell him I want him." I took Bill the message.
When the meal was over he handed the box of cigars he had brought to his host with the remark, "Please accept these, Mr. Terry, and when you smoke them, think of the forlorn fellow you found by the wayside." "I've got ter leave ye ter th' tender marcies o' the wimmin folks," said Uncle Terry, after thanking Albert, "for I've got work to do, and to-night we'll have a visit.
Women outlined this legislation and it is in the states where women vote that it is in operation. There will be more such legislation, too, when women are given a chance to speak out! A New Zealander once wrote home to a friend in England advising him to fight hard against woman suffrage. "Don't ever let the wimmin vote, Bill," he wrote. "They are good servants, but bad masters.
The next instant I had swept aside papers, brushes, pencils, books, and Bennie was gathered close in my arms. Blackie, with a strange glow in his deep-set black eyes regarded us with an assumed disgust. "Wimmin is all alike. Ain't it th' truth? I used t' think you was different. But shucks! It ain't so. Got t' turn on the weeps the minute you're tickled or mad.
If he'd tended stock instead of running about the prairie, packin' off wimmin and children, he might have saved suthin. He lost every hoof and hide, I'll bet a cooky! Say you," to a passing boatman, "when are you goin' to give us some grub? I'm hungry 'nough to skin and eat a hoss. Reckon I'll turn butcher when things is dried up, and save hides, horns, and taller."
"Don't worry," said Henry, trying to speak calmly; "I'll go. Stand away here. I don't want to be hard on wimmin." "Take him out," commanded the mistress. Miss O'Brien, pleased at this opportunity of displaying her powers, entered, and squaring her shoulders, stood over the intruder in much the same way that Henry had seen barmen stand over Sam.
"Not for the wimmin," said Mrs. Bailey, shortly. "My name's Baines," said Scattergood. "I calculate to know that." "Like livin' here, ma'am?" "Not so but what I could bear a change." "Um!... Mis' Bailey, I calc'late you'd hate to see Jim make a little money so's to be able to git away from here if he wanted to." "Him? Only way hell ever make money is to ketch a solid-gold trout."
"I'll take ye into the house," said Uncle Terry as the two alighted, "an' tell the wimmin folks to put on an extra plate, an' then I'll put up the hoss." "I'm afraid I'm putting your family to some inconvenience," responded Albert, "and as it is not dark yet, I will walk out on the point. I may see the yacht and save you all trouble."
Wilson tapped his forehead with a significant finger. "Shore I was scared of her this mawnin'," he whispered. "Naw!" exclaimed Anson, incredulously. "If she hain't queer I never seen no queer wimmin," vouchsafed Shady Jones, and it would have been judged, by the way he wagged his head, that he had been all his days familiar with women. Moze looked beyond words, and quite alarmed.
"The wimmin treats her scabby—just scabby. Don’t you go to thinkin’ she ain’t a good girl on that account"; and something like an attitude of chivalrous protection straightened the apologetic crook in his craven outline. "She’s good, just good, and when a woman’s that there’s no use in sayin’ it any more fanciful.
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