"Give us the truth," some one at the left of the parquet cried.
"I shall," he said, "and that necessitates correcting a few impressions which seem to me at variance with the facts. If it were true that women would not vote, or would vote as directed by the male members of their families, I should not so much deprecate giving them the ballot; but neither contention is true. Women do vote, and what is worse, they vote in steadily increasing numbers. Out of seventy thousand votes cast at the last election in my city a little less than half of them were cast by women, and judging from the results, I must say that the men of their families had very little influence with them. The possession of the franchise has developed the secretive instinct among women; they no longer confide their intentions to their doting husbands; they listen to their words of wisdom and then--they vote the secret ballot as they please."
There was a wave of laughter that swelled into a gleeful sort of shout of mirth, but with an air of the most grieved surprise the speaker turned wonderingly to Mrs. Briglow-Jorliss, who still beamed upon him, though she was looking worried.
"But surely, Mr. Earl," she said, "when the disagreeable duty is thrust upon them, the conservative women do what they can to protect the interests of the State?"
He shook his head sadly.
"This is one of the most frightful discoveries we have made since women began to vote. When Mr. Dorer speaks of the innate conservatism of women he shows that he is not conversant with the woman movement. It is true that there are a few intensely partisan women, who can be held by party ties, but the rank and file observe no such allegiance. They read and study, but in addition they go to the legislative halls, and there they see that both parties make and break promises with equal facility, and what is the result?"
"Well, what is it?" cried an impatient feminine voice.
"I hardly know how to break it to you," he said, "but the result is revolt, revolt all along the line. Yes, ladies; women, lovely, refined, gentle, educated women utterly refuse to be dictated to by political leaders, and openly sneer at ward bosses. They can"t be kept in line.
They no longer sing the sweet strains of "The land of the free and the home of the brave." On the contrary, they raise the battle cry, "Let independence be our boast," and in spite of the pa.s.sionate pleas of their natural leaders, they go on record for the most radical legislation. Why, I"m told that nearly every so-called progressive law enacted in my State has been pa.s.sed by their continued efforts.
"They have no conception of the ideal of government laid down by Hamilton; they will submit to neither checks nor balances, and would subvert the whole scheme of representative government and replace it with an out-and-out democracy. In accord with this mistaken view they have adopted the initiative and referendum, carried it overwhelmingly, three to one, in every county in the State, and I need not tell an audience of intelligence that this is the most insidious form of attack now being made upon the fundamental principles of our government."
By this time Silvia and all the suffragists in the audience were applauding wildly, while Carroll Renner laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks, and once more Frank turned a patient and puzzled countenance to the presiding officer.
"I do not understand the applause, ladies," he said mildly, with a gleam in his eyes that none but Carroll understood. "The thing I am telling you is frightful. The enfranchis.e.m.e.nt of women means the end of the Republic as it now is; it means the rejection of all theories that are found wanting, and the putting out on the vast uncharted sea of experiment; it means interference with those great business enterprises that have built up, I had nearly said that "make and preserve us a nation"! It means a reckless disregard for property rights in the sentimental desire to protect the individual, as if a nation could become great and strong by individual effort alone, and without the guiding and sustaining hands of statecraft and financial genius gripping the rudder of the ship of state. They will not listen to the voice of experience; they cannot be intimidated; they cannot be deceived for an indefinite number of years; if the established order seems to them unfair, unjust or illiberal, they have little respect for tradition when it"s results they"re after."
"But if the anti-suffrage movement is growing as we have been told, can"t the anti-suffragists overcome those tendencies?" asked an old lady on the platform.
Frank restated the question for the benefit of the audience, and then answered with indescribable pathos, "I cannot conceal the truth from you; improbable as it seems, when once this poison becomes virulent in the body politic it spares none, and the very women who have battled most n.o.bly against this corroding innovation are apt to succ.u.mb to its insidious influence; even the anti-suffragist, home-loving, G.o.d-fearing, modest and retiring as is her nature, has developed a talent for political intrigue that has led to the downfall of more than one of the best laid plans of mice and men."
He tried to go on, but the audience was convulsed, not so much by what he said as by his manner, and by the sudden turning of the tables after the long tension had reached the snapping point. Still uncertain whether to regard his as friend or foe, Mrs. Briglow-Jorliss, after rapping vainly for order, was obliged to dismiss the meeting, and by some irony of fate the orchestra played "Hail Columbia," and the suffragettes took up the words and sung them with much unction, especially the lines--
"Let independence be our boast, Ever mindful what it cost."
CHAPTER XIV
FAITH IS THE BASIS OF ALL PROGRESS
Early in June, Dr. Earl received a letter which puzzled him not a little. It was complimentary in the extreme, and yet something back of it made him say, ""For it is not an open enemy that hath done this.""
The letter asked him to speak on "Mental Therapeutics" before a meeting of one of the great medical societies of the city of New York; stated that there would be no other speaker, but there would be an open discussion after his address, and hoped he would find time to comply with the request. Once he started to write his acceptance; twice he actually wrote, declining, and then tore up both letters. It was true that he was crowded for time, but he could make time, and in his heart he knew perfectly well that he would have done so without a thought, but for the unexpected complications which had occurred with Alice Bell.
Already he had heard one or two thinly veiled sneers at the result of this much-lauded case. He had met Towers and Hersh.e.l.l, both of them eminent in the profession, but the day before, and their greetings had been singularly cool; once or twice at the club they both frequented Morris had been little short of insulting, but his well-known infatuation for Silvia Holland would account for that. A reporter from one of the less reputable dailies had asked for an interview, and had written an article which barely escaped being libelous. There were not wanting those in the profession who openly denounced him as a "fakir."
The longer he thought about it, the more unwilling he was to act upon his own judgment alone, and so he turned to the one unfailing counsellor of his life, his sister Hilda. With him, to will was to do, so within an hour he was in his sister"s drawing-room, and not five minutes later Silvia Holland entered and was warmly greeted by Mrs. Ramsey. The day was dismal and the rain was descending in a steady downpour that gave no promise of ever ceasing; it was late afternoon, and Mrs. Ramsey said cordially, "Let us have tea in my sitting-room; n.o.body else will come such a day as this, and it will be so much more cosy. I distrust from his air of supernatural gravity that my brother has something on his mind----"
"Then I will be _de trop_" said Miss Holland. "I will amuse myself in the library until you are at liberty. I was awfully glad to get your "phone message to come over, for it"s a wretched day, and I was wondering where I should go for tea as I came up town from my office.
Have your conference and never mind about me."
"Indeed," said Jack eagerly, "if you would be so kind as to give me your opinion also on the matter I have called to consult my sister about, you would confer a great favor," and even as he spoke he knew it was for her quick comprehension he had been unconsciously wishing all the time.
She laughed and a.s.sented graciously, and they followed Mrs. Ramsey to her own charming little room, as dainty and distinctive as its owner.
Upon the tea-tray there were cigarettes, and Dr. Earl rather wondered whether Silvia would accept, but she shook her head. "No," she said lightly, "I emulate men"s virtues, not their vices; maybe my nerves may need alternate sedatives and stimulants some day, but as yet I hardly know that I have any."
Hilda lit one rather languidly. "My doctor says it isn"t so much nerves as lack of nerve with me; I don"t know what you call it, but I confess I find the smoke-wreaths pleasant; you won"t join me either, Jack? Well, let us have the story in all its native simplicity and be sure you nothing extenuate nor set down aught in malice."
"I am told," he said, "that no well-bred New Yorker makes literary allusions, and that to quote Shakespeare is to relegate oneself to his century; however, this is the problem," and then he read them the letter.
Hilda was openly pleased. "Why not?" she said. "It seems to me a very courteous and appreciative note, and I should think you would enjoy speaking before that kind of an audience, all of them picked men, trained and scientific and able to take in shades of meaning and distinctions that are wasted on the laity. Unless you are keeping something back, I should say, accept by all means. But are you?"
He paused. "In just a moment, Hilda. How does it strike you, Miss Holland?"
She held out her hand for the note, and read and then reread it, and her forehead contracted. "I wonder," she said to herself, "whether this is what Orrin meant when he said the profession would furnish Dr. Earl enough rope--I meant to ask him what he did mean, but I forgot it."
Aloud she said, "Isn"t Dr. Morris one of the directors of this society?
He"s a fellow alumnus of yours; it doesn"t seem as if he would be likely to show you an affront, does it?"
"That"s just the point," answered Dr. Earl. "Is it a case of "mine own familiar friend"?"
His sister looked at him quizzically. "When it comes to literary allusion, Jack," she said, "New York might permit Shakespeare, but I a.s.sure you it wouldn"t stand for the psalmist. Do you really think it is a plan to get you into some false position or to embarra.s.s you with criticisms or queries not made in good faith?"
"That is exactly what I want to know," he said.
"And what if it is?" asked Silvia.
He colored. "You mean I ought to be willing to bear testimony to my beliefs whether they meet with acceptance or not?"
Hilda blew a ring of smoke ceilingwards. "That"s the trouble with these suffragettes," she said reminiscently. "They never question the advisability of "casting pearls before swine.""
Jack laughed and Silvia turned on her reproachfully. "Hilda! That isn"t fair; haven"t you just said yourself that this would be a picked audience? Suppose a little clique of them have arranged the meeting with the intention of heckling the speaker? The bulk of them will be there in good faith, anxious to learn, willing to listen to your brother"s account of his experiences, and profit by them. If he can"t gain a respectful hearing there, where will he gain it?"
"Forgive me for being biblical to-night," Hilda answered. "I can"t seem to get away from the suggestion; you know it was the high priests and the rulers of the synagogue that stirred up their followers to cry, "Crucify Him, crucify Him!" And times have changed more than people. The poor will hear gladly enough of healing that is to be had without money and without price, and operations that may be avoided by simply keeping well, but my experience is that the fetish of the professional man is a jealous G.o.d, given to heresy hunting, and bowing down and worshiping at the shrine of "regularity." They want to preserve the _status quo_ at any cost."
"Yes," said Silvia bluntly, "even after it has long been lost. They are like people who might discover an ostrich egg-sh.e.l.l after the bird was half grown, and go chasing after it, trying to put it back inside the sh.e.l.l. I think it is Emerson who says that there are quant.i.ties of people who are always trying to become settled, whereas our only salvation consists in being constantly unsettled. I think the English women are infinitely braver and finer in their att.i.tude on the suffrage question than we are. What I feel, Dr. Earl, is this: we have come to a time when nothing is really worth while unless it is worth fighting for.
There are other worth while things, of course, for the laboratory man or woman, but for those of us who are in the thick of the fight, who want to do things _now_, it is necessary that we should be willing to do battle for our beliefs."
"But is that the way to win?" asked the doctor. "We"ve all heard about catching flies with mola.s.ses, to use a homely simile."
"Yes," responded Silvia; "the more mola.s.ses the more flies. No, the old methods are gone or are going. Do you suppose anything would do the suffrage cause as much good in this country as clubbing a few old women who want respectfully to present a pet.i.tion to the other old women in Congress? A few years ago a pet.i.tion was presented, signed by a million women, and a jocose member rolled it down the aisle with his foot, saying it might as well be signed by mice! But just let them try the English methods and every State in the Union would enfranchise its women just as soon as they could get a popular vote on it." She stopped short.
"Oh, I beg your pardon, doctor, I didn"t mean to give you a suffrage lecture."
"You are not," he said. "At least, what I understand is that you are trying to make me see that, the spirit of the age is the militant spirit, that does not wait to have its own presented to it, but takes it wherever it finds it." She nodded and he went on: "I think that is true, but with this difference between the ill.u.s.tration you cite and the case in point. You women must be pa.s.sionate enthusiasts to win, because the thing you want is concrete and imminent and personal. I have no intention of setting up as a _vade mec.u.m_, founding a new cult, proselyting or even preaching my own doctrines; in the first place I shall change them as I discover better ones, or when they fail to bring results, and in the second I shall be too busy practicing my theories to find time to exploit them."
"There you are wrong," said his sister. "When a man like Jenner comes along that is the time for practicing, but when smallpox has been rooted out and tuberculosis forgotten, men will still read what Socrates had to say of immortality and the sermon on the mount. When you hear people belittle the written and the spoken Word, it becomes us to remember that "In the beginning the Word was G.o.d," and all that we know of past civilizations is the word they have left behind, painted on their stony walls or burned in a brick to say, "After me cometh a builder. Tell him I too have known.""
"But, my dear sister," Jack answered, "don"t you think a.s.suming the role of the teacher may be just a trifle, only a trifle, presumptuous on my part?"
"I don"t quite know what your new views are," she answered.
"They are not new," he said. "In fact they are most of them of such h.o.a.ry antiquity that they are lost in the mists that brooded over the face of the deep. It is only the application that is new. Even that has always been understood by certain great souls. Pythagoras is said to have taught the Greeks to believe in metempsychosis for the purpose of making them kinder to lesser forms of life; like many beauty worshipers they were frankly inhuman, and it took heroic measures to create even a glimmering perception of the unity of life which is the basis of all the great world religions, whether it be Buddha"s "Who hurteth another hurteth himself," or Christ"s commandment, "Love one another"; the Yogi looking first at the prince and then at the pauper and saying, "I am that," or Father Damien going into voluntary exile for the sake of the souls of the wretched lepers. The Prince of Peace preached the doctrine of spiritual inspiration, and the King of Conquerors said "Imagination rules the world." Jesus or Napoleon--both knew that back of the visible man himself is the thought of the man, which controls him, and other men through him, if it possesses power and vitality and truth."