_Mrs. B_. "Of course not. Aleck was my third. I"m not going to neglect his grave while I"m fixing up the rest. I wish to make a complete job of it, Mr. Mix, while I am about it, and I"m willing for you to undertake it if you are reasonable in your charges. Now, what"ll you ask me for the lot, the kind I"ve described, plain but substantial, and sunk about two feet I should think, at the head of each grave?
What"ll you charge me for them--for the whole four?"
_Mix_. "Well, I"ll put you in those three headstones--"
[Ill.u.s.tration: A TOMBSTONE CONTRACT]
_Mrs. B. "Four_ headstones, Mr. Mix, not three."
_Mix_. "Four, was it? No; there was John and Thomas and Alexander P.
That"s all you said, I think. Only three."
_Mrs. B_. "Why, I want one for Adolph too, as a matter of course, the same as the others. I thought you knew I wanted one for Adolph, one made just like John"s, only with the name different. Adolph was my fourth husband. He died about three years after I buried Philip, and I"m wearing mourning for him now. Now, please give me your prices for the whole of them."
_Mix_. "Well, madam, I want to be as reasonable as I can, and I tell you what I"ll do. You give me all your work in the future, and I"ll put you in those five headstones at hardly anything above cost; say--"
_Mrs. B_. "_Four_ headstones, not five."
_Mix_. "I think you mentioned five."
_Mrs. B_. "No; only four."
_Mix_. "Less see: there was John, and Thomas and Aleck, and Adolph and Philip."
_Mrs. B_. "Yes, but Aleck and Philip were the same one. His middle name was Philip, and I always called him by it."
_Mix_. "Mrs. Banger, I"ll be much obliged to you if you"ll tell me precisely how many husbands you have planted up in that cemetery lot.
This thing"s getting a little mixed."
_Mrs. B_. "What do you mean, sir, by saying planted? I never "planted"
anybody. It"s disgraceful to use such language."
_Mix_. "It"s a technical term, madam. We always use it, and I don"t see as it"s going to hurt any old row of fellows named Smyth. Planted is good enough for other men, and it"s good enough for them."
_Mrs. B_. "Old row of--What d"you mean, you impudent vagabond? I wouldn"t let you put a headstone on one of my graves if you"d do it for nothing."
Then Mrs. Banger flounced out of the shop, and Mix called after her as she went through the door,
"Lemme know when you go for another man, and I"ll throw him in a tombstone for a wedding-present He"ll want it soon."
Mrs. Banger subsequently procured the services of a person in the city, and she regards Mr. Mix with something like detestation.
But Mrs. Banger herself is not universally beloved. Colonel Coffin knows of one woman who despises her methods and desires her complete repression. A short time after the election of the colonel to the Legislature a lady called to see him at his law-office. When she had closed the door, she sat down and said,
"Colonel, my name is Mooney. I am unmarried--a single woman. I called to see you in reference to pushing a bill through the Legislature for the benefit of maiden ladies such as myself. Let me direct your attention to some extraordinary facts. Statistics tell us that in the entire population of the world there are one-fourth more women than men. In this country the proportion of women to men is slightly larger. In this State there are two and one-eighth women to every man.
Now, this outrageous condition of affairs--"
"Excuse me for a moment, madam," said the colonel. "Really, the Legislature can do nothing to improve the matter. It cannot regulate the proportion of the s.e.xes by law."
"I know it," replied Miss Mooney. "That is not what I am coming at. I say that this condition of affairs is grossly unjust. If I had had the management of it, and had been compelled to arrange that there should be more women than men, I certainly should not have had any fractions.
There are not only two women for every man, but an eighth of a woman besides, so that ever so many of us women would each belong to eight different men if a fair distribution were made. How do I know, for instance, that an eighth of me does not belong to you? Why, I don"t know it; and I say it"s awful."
"If such is the case, madam," said the colonel, "I surrender all my rights without waiting for a legislative enactment."
"Excuse me," replied Miss Mooney, "but you do not catch the drift of my remarks. Of course, while the laws against bigamy are in existence, some of those women can never be married, although for my part, when a man has two wives and an eighth of another wife, I call it polygamy.
Well, now, the point I want to make is this: When more than half of us can"t marry, it"s only right that the other half should have a fair chance. There are not men enough to go round, any how, and for gracious" sake let"s make them go as far as they honestly will. Well, then, how"ll we do it? How"ll we make an equitable distribution of those men?"
"Hanged if I know, madam. The Legislature daren"t meddle with them."
"I"ll tell you how to do it. Listen to me. Shut down on the widows.
You hear me! Suppress the widows. Make it death for any widow to marry again. That"s my remedy; and there"ll never be any justice till it"s the law. Just look at it! When a woman has been married once, she"s had more than her share of the male population; she"s had her own share and the share of another woman and an eighth. Is it right, is it honorable, for that woman to go and marry another man, and take the share of two more women and an eighth? I say, is it just the thing?"
"Well, on the surface it does look a little crooked."
"Crooked is not the word. Colonel Coffin, I know these widows. I have had my eye on them. They"ve got a way of bursting into a man"s feelings and walking off with his affections that fills a modest woman like me with gall and bitterness. You know Mrs. Banger? No? Well, now, look at her, f"r instance. First she married Mr. Smyth, although what on earth he ever saw to admire about _her_ I cannot imagine. That was her allowance. Having obtained Smyth, oughtn"t she to have stood back and given some other woman a chance--now, oughtn"t she?"
"Really, madam, I am hardly able to express an opinion."
"But no. After a while Smyth succ.u.mbed. He died. She entombed him, crying, mind you, all the time, as if, having lost Smyth, she wanted to die and join Smyth in the grave and in Paradise. But no sooner was he well settled than she began to flirt with Mr. Smith, and what does he do but yield to her blandishments and marry her? Took her, and seemed to glory in it.
"Now, you"d"ve thought that she"d"ve been satisfied with that, when she"d got the share of four women and a quarter. But pretty soon, as luck would have it, Smith, died and she hustled _him_ into the grave.
And in less than a year afterward I was amazed to hear that she was going to marry another Smyth. I was never more astonished in my life.
Positively going to annex a third man, when the supply was too short anyway. Did you ever hear of such impudence? Did you, now?"
"I"ll think it over and see if I can remember."
"Well, then, I thought for certain _now_ that woman would knock off and give the rest of us some kind of a chance; and when Smyth was killed by cholera and interred, it never entered my head that that widow"d go after _another_ man. But, bless your soul! she"d hardly got into second mourning before she began to pursue Mr. McFadden, and got him. Now, look at it. One woman, no better"n I am, has had the property of eight women and a half, and here I am single and getting on in life, with the chances growing absurdly small. No civilized country ought to tolerate such a thing. It"s worse than piracy. You may scuttle a ship or blow her up or run her against the rocks, and no great harm is done, because timber"s plenty and you can build another one. But when one woman scuttles three men and then ties to a fourth, what are you going to do about it? You can"t go out into the woods and chop down trees and saw them up and tack them together and build a man. Now, can you?"
"That seems to be the common impression, anyway."
"Just so. And I want you to pa.s.s a bill through that Legislature to make it a felony for a widow to marry again. I"ve drawn up a draft of a bill and I"ll leave it with you. I"ve made it retroactive, so that it"ll bring that woman Banger up with a short turn and send her after Smith and the others. I don"t care to marry, myself, but I want justice. Are you married?"
"Madam, leave the bill with me and I will examine it."
"I say are you married?"
"I--I--married did you say? Oh yes. I"ve been married for ten years."
"Very well, then; good-morning;" and Miss Mooney withdrew.
"Thunder!" exclaimed the colonel as he shut the door. "If I"d"ve been single, I believe she"d"ve proposed on the spot."
It is not considered likely that the Mooney anti-widow bill will be pushed very hard in the Legislature next session.
CHAPTER XII.
_A NEW MRS. TOODLES.--POTTS" ADVENTURES_.