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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE.
ensued, and after some pretty free use of vulgar language and promises of future "big game" on the part of the three intruders, accompanied by bloated winks and signs of mutual understanding, the room was cleared of their presence, and Ellen's temper, like that of all women of ability, slumbering ever not far below the surface, burst forth like a cyclone.
Every man knows what a good woman's temper looks like, when it issues from its nest of conscious decency and high respectability. Ellen did not spare her ambitious spouse for the desire to become the representative of such men as these. Then, like a woman, with many sides to her rich nature, she turned upon her husband all the tenderness of her love, and implored him to abandon a path which must be trod with so low a band of companions. All in vain ! Mayor of the town ! That was too high an honor to renounce. He promised to push aside in his road to power, all
evil tempters, with his feeble human will ; but Ellen, with that fine intuition which is in women, the result of so many developed mental processes unlearned by men in their pain-free existences, saw in a flash all the steps of degradation by which political power is generally attained, and the future looked dark to her frightened sense. The quarrel which marred the serenity of the morning was but the usual effort of a strong soul to enter the consciousness of a loved being and begging it to see with the far-sightedness of love. In vain ! Ambition triumphed and Ellen saw her husband leave the house in pride and anger against her.
The late afternoon of the same day found the family reunited. Ellen had dried her tears, and had determined to show no sign of impatience or displeasure. As the children played about the parlor floor, Ellen played softly on the piano. Winthrop lay back in his easy chair listening. His eyes were bright, and he seemed animated by an
THE DELEGATION FROM TILE WOMAN'S SUEERAGE PARTY.