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He tells me the Signal must suspend publication if he can't raise the money," Sasnett put in. "At least he'll sell a few hundred copies extra Saturday if he prints Sarah Mosely's will," said Acres. "But if there is no will?" "What does Briggs say?" "Oh, Briggs!" laughed Sasnett, "he's as mad as a horsefly that's been slapped off. He says there is no will. But he doesn't really know.
"The report Mrs. Sasnett gave was so vivid I'm able to quote the very words of Mrs. Walton's outrageous assault upon the church. "'This state ranks third from the bottom in the United States in illiteracy, and Jordan County ranks third from the bottom in this state! We have a public school system which lasts only five months in the year! That was her opening sentence.
"Saw him going down the avenue as I came up, with an enormous bunch of flowers in his hand," Bob told her. "Poor father" was, in fact, approaching Mrs. Sasnett at that moment, who was seated in mournful but resplendent grandeur upon a rustic bench beneath the trees in her yard. She was indignant at the day's doings.
We are doing splendidly in the Coöperative Store." "We? Are you in that thing, too?" "Nearly every woman here is, except Mrs. Sasnett, even the poorest. You have no idea how interested they are. I never dreamed so many women of all classes wanted the ballot." "Agatha, I must insist upon your withdrawing from that bedlam in the Woman's Building. I did not suspect that you were really interested.
"I saw Mrs. Sasnett as soon as it was over. She came straight to me and told me all that had occurred. Really I could not have believed such a thing could happen in a Christian community!" he groaned. "What did happen? Has that Walton woman garnisheed the missionary collection?" asked Coleman impatiently. "Worse than that! I fear there will be no collection," he answered, wagging his head.
Sasnett says that she wrought so upon the emotions of those women that they actually wept. "She went on reminding them of the sacrifices they made to raise their missionary dues. She even went so far as to call attention to their clothes, their hats that were so old-fashioned. She calculated what they contributed one way and another to the church, Coleman, as if that were a crime.
Then he went on: "Mrs. Sasnett, as you know, is a very loyal worker. She's president of the society here. She did what she could to prevent the catastrophe, but she was powerless. Then she resigned. This was Rally Day, you know. The women from all the county churches came in. There must have been two hundred of them. We looked forward to a very profitable meeting.
Whole future of your movement, as you call it, may depend upon it!" he assured her with suspicious gravity. "Very well, then, I'll come," she agreed, allowing him to assist her down into the road. "Drive on, Charles!" Sasnett commanded, surreptitiously placing a dollar in the negro's hand to insure a quick departure.
But a good many of the rest of us may find ourselves in a hell of a hole if that woman has willed everything she had to the church or to some orphan asylum!" "Why?" asked Sasnett, still smiling in the provoking manner of a man who has nothing to lose. "I couldn't do business with every loan and investment to be passed upon by a board of directors reeking with preachers and eleemosynary trustees.
"Oh, I'm not standing at present, Stark, I'm crawling on my umbilicus same as the rest of you; the only difference is that I retain the charm and radiance of my countenance." "When do you purpose to announce your candidacy for representative?" Sasnett looked at him so quickly that even his smile scarcely veiled the shrewdness of his glance.
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