Part 20 (1/2)

It was a relief to both men when at this point the door of the office opened and Martin Jaffry entered.

Not since the unfortunate anti-suffrage statement of George's had Uncle Martin dropped in like this. George, looking at him with that first swift glance that often predetermines a whole interview, made up his mind that bygones were to be bygones. He greeted his uncle with the warmest cordiality.

”Well, George,” said Uncle Martin, ”how are things going?”

”I'm going to be elected, if that's what you mean,” answered George.

Doolittle gave a snort. ”Indeed, are ye?” said he. ”As a friend and well-wisher, I'm sure I'm delighted to hear the news.” ”Do I understand that you have your doubts, Mr. Doolittle?” Jaffry inquired mildly.

”There's two things we need and need badly, Mr. Jaffry,” said Doolittle.

”One's money--”

”A small campaign contribution would not be rejected?”

”But there's something we need more than money--and G.o.d knows I never expected to say them words--and that's common sense.”

”Good,” said Uncle Martin, ”I have plenty of that, too!”

”Then for the love of Mike pa.s.s some of it on to this precious nephew of yours.”

”What seems to be the matter?”

”It's them women,” said Doolittle.

Uncle Martin turned inquiringly to George: ”The tender flowers?” he suggested.

”Look here, Uncle Martin,” said George, who had had a good deal of this sort of thing to bear, ”I don't understand you. Do you believe in woman suffrage?”

Uncle Martin contemplated a new crumpling of his long-suffering cap before he answered. ”Yes and no, George. I believe in it in the same way that I believe in old age and death. I can't avoid them by denying their existence.”

”But you fight against them, and put them off as long as you can.”

”But I yield a little to them, too, George. What is it? Has Genevieve become a convert to suffrage?”

”Has Genevieve--has my wife----”

Then George remembered that his uncle was an older man and that chivalry is not limited to the treatment of the weaker s.e.x.

”No,” he said with a calm hardly less magnificent than the tempest would have been, ”no, Uncle Martin, Genevieve has not become a suffragist.”

”Well,” said Doolittle rising, as if such things were hardly worth his valuable time, ”I fail to see the difference between a suffragette an' a woman who goes pokin' her nose into what----”

”You're speaking of my wife, Mr. Doolittle,” said George, with a significant lighting of the eye.

”Speakin' in general,” said Doolittle.

Uncle Martin was interested. ”Has Genevieve been--well, we won't say poking the nose--but taking a responsible civic interest where it would be better if she didn't?”

”It seems,” answered George, casting an angry glance at his campaign manager, ”that Mr. Doolittle has heard from a friend of his who overheard a conversation between Betty Sheridan and my wife at luncheon.