Where she sees men and wimmen standin' side by
side with no halters or hamperin' hitchin' straps on either on 'em. He more
gentle and considerate, and she less cowardly and emotional.
Good land! what could Justice do blind in one eye and wimmen on the blind
side? But good sensible wimmen are reachin' up and pullin' the bandages
offen her eyes. She's in a fair way to git her eyesight. But I'm
eppisodin', and to resoom forward.
VIII
"OLD MOM NATER LISTENIN'"
There wuz some pleasant talkin' and jokin' between bystanders and
suffragettes, and then some good natured but keen and sensible speeches.
And one pretty speaker told about the doin's at Albany and Washington. How
women's respectful pleas for justice are treated there. How the law-makers,
born and nussed by wimmen and dependent on 'em for comfort and happiness,
use the wimmen's tax money to help make laws makin' her of no legal
importance only as helpless figgers to hang taxation and punishment on.
Old Mom Nater had been listenin' clost, her sky-blue eyes shinin' with joy
to see her own sect present such a noble appearance in the parade. But
when these insults and indignities wuz brung up to her mind agin and she
realized afresh how wimmen couldn't git no more rights accorded to her than
a dog or a hen, and worse. For a hen or a dog wouldn't be taxed to raise
money for turkle soup and shampain to nourish the law-makers whilst they
made the laws agin 'em--Mom Nater's eyes clouded over with indignation and
resentment, and she boo-hooed right out a-cryin'.
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