Immediately we saw the compact gray
bonnet and brown serge dress (she knew what would go through a
crowd without tearing!) splitting the wedge of people on the steps
leading to the platform. I noticed that the two Congressional
candidates looked at each other and smiled, in spite of the
venomous charges they had just been making.
Well--I won't attempt to report her speech, though it was her most
splendid effort (as people WILL say, when it was no effort to
her at all). But the substance of it was this: after setting forth
woman's wrongs and man's tyranny, and taxation without
representation, and an equal chance, and fair-play, and a struggle
for life (which you know all about from the other conventions), she
turned squarely around to the two candidates arid said:
"Now to the practical application. You, Mr. Wrangle, and you, Mr.
Tumbrill, want to be elected to Congress. The district is a close
one: you have both counted the votes in advance (oh, I know your
secrets!) and there isn't a difference of a hundred in your
estimates.
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