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fierce cry of rage rose from all parts of the crowded room. I did not understand. I could see no one who would be affected by the rule. Mrs. Blanderocks raised her hand to command silence and said coldly:

      "The motion is out of order. By a special provision of our constitution it is the inalienable right of all unmarried women to be under twenty-five. We will be as careful in our language as the subject will permit. Mrs. Warner will please read the words of Mrs. Flint."

      I was shocked to think I had made such a mistake. Sarah rose and read in a clear, sharp voice from the clipping:

      "Should not we as women take some action against this man? People of such character should not be allowed in this country. Of course when he arrived it was not known how he was living, but he came here and expected to be received; and I think he should be deported. Gorky is the embodiment of Socialism."

      Everybody applauded violently. I was puzzled and asked a question as soon as I could make myself heard.

      "Suppose Gorky is a Socialist," I said; "what has that to do with his morals?"

      "Everything," replied Mrs. Blanderocks, haughtily.

      "Socialists don't believe in marriage," said Sarah Warner, taking another clipping from her pocket-book and reading: "'Mrs. Cornelia Robinson said: When the question of uniform divorce law is taken up, we shall find that the Socialists are against it as a body. It is not that they are opposed to divorce, but they do not believe in marriage.'"

      "And does she know?" I asked.

      "Would she say it publicly if it were not true?" demanded Mrs. Blanderocks, glaring disapprovingly at me.

      I rose to my feet. I will say for myself that my desire for knowledge is greater even than my shyness, and usually overcomes it.

      "I want to make a motion," I said, "that this man Gorky be deported—" (loud applause)—"but before doing so I would like some one to explain in as plain words as the nature of the subject will permit, just what he has been guilty of." Dead silence broken by a voice saying: "He's a foreigner."

      "I'll tell you what he has done," cried Sarah Warner; "he came into this country pretending that the woman who was with him was his wife; he allowed her to be registered at the hotel as his wife; he permitted her to sleep under the same roof with pure men and women—"

      "I would like to ask Mrs. Warner," said a lady in a remote corner of the room, "if she will vouch for the purity of the men?"

      "Perhaps," said Mrs. Blanderocks, gravely, "it will be better if the word men be stricken from the record. Do you object, Mrs. Warner?"

      "It was a slip of the tongue," Sarah answered, "and I am grateful to the member who called attention to it; though I will say that I think there are some pure men."

      "We are discussing Gorky now," said Mrs. Blanderocks with an indulgent smile.

      "True," answered Sarah, beaming back at the chairwoman; "and I was saying that he had subjected the pure women of the hotel to the unspeakable indignity of having to sleep under the same roof with the woman he called his wife."

      "I would like to ask," I interposed timidly, "if it is right for a woman to sleep under the same roof with an impure man, or is it only an impure woman who is injurious?"

      "A woman has to sleep under some roof," came in the voice of the woman in the corner.

      "I think Mrs. Grant would show better taste if she did not press such a question," said another voice. "Will Mrs. Warner be good enough to describe the exact status—I think status is right—of the woman he tried to pass as his wife?"

      "She was his–" Sarah had a fit of coughing, "she was not his wife. I do not care to be more explicit."

      "Perhaps," I said, groping for light, "it would be better if I made my motion read that she should be deported from the country, since it is her immorality that counts."

      "And let those Republican Association women stand for more morality than we do?" cried Mrs. Blanderocks. "No, you cannot make your motion too strong."

      "Oh, then," I said, with a sigh of relief, "I will move that Gorky and all other men, immoral in the same way, shall be deported from the country."

      "Then who is to take care of us women?" demanded the voice in the corner.

      "Do be reasonable, Margaret," said Sarah Warner, "we can't drive all the men out of the country, and don't want to, but we can fix a standard of morals to astonish the world, and there could be no better way than by making an example of this man Gorky. Don't you see that he is a foreigner and can't very well know that our men are just as bad as he is? Besides, isn't he a Socialist? We would have been willing to condone his relations with that woman if only he'd hid them respectably as our men do, but to come here with his free ideas– Well, I'm willing to let the Russians have all the freedom they want, and I would have given my mite toward stirring up trouble over there, but we have all the freedom we want over here, and a little more, too, if I know anything about it."

      "Very well," I replied, "I will withdraw the motion and make one to have a committee appointed to investigate the matter and find out the whole truth about it."

      "What is there to find out?" demanded Sarah, aghast.

      "Well, you know he insists that she is his wife. Maybe she is by Russian law or custom."

      "Perfectly absurd! His own wife and he separated because they couldn't be happy together. Was ever anything more ridiculous?"

      "As if happiness had anything to do with marriage!" said the voice from the corner.

      Everybody laughed and applauded as if something very funny had been said.

      "Well, anyhow," I insisted, for I can be obstinate when a thing isn't clear to me, "if they both thought they were justified in calling themselves man and wife, and if the people in Russia thought so, too, why should we make any fuss about it?"

      "Pardon me, Mrs. Grant," said Mrs. Blanderocks, suavely, "if I say that your words are very silly. In the first place, the Russians are barbarians, as we all know; and, in the next place, the law is the law, and the law says that a man may not have two wives. A man who does is a bigamist. A man who has a wife and yet lives with another woman is an adulterer. Pardon me for using such a word, but it was forced from me. Now, this man Gorky, who may be a very great genius for all I know—I never read any of his stuff—but he isn't above the law: not above the moral law anyhow, and the moral law is the same all over the world. He says he and his wife parted because they were unhappy together, which is a very flimsy excuse for immorality. Then he says that his wife is living now with a man she loves and is happy with."

      "Which makes a bad matter worse," interposed Sarah Warner. "No one has any business to be happy in immorality."

      "What is morality for," demanded the voice from the corner, "if it isn't to make people unhappy?"

      Everybody screamed with laughter over that, and Mrs. Blanderocks went so far as to raise her eyebrows at Sarah Warner, who bit her lip to keep from smiling.

      "But," said I, for I had been reading the papers, too, "he says the reason they were not divorced was because the Church would not permit it."

      "If the laws of his country were opposed to this divorce," said Mrs. Blanderocks, triumphantly, "all the more reason why he should be ashamed of living with this actress in such an open, defiant way."

      "The Church has nothing to do with divorces in this country," I said, "yet many of our best people are divorced."

      "The law permits it," said Mrs. Blanderocks curtly.

      "Who makes the law?" I asked, determined to get at the bottom of the thing if I could.

      "The people through the Legislature," was the prompt answer.

      "Well," I said, very timidly, not knowing but I was quite in the wrong, "it seems that the people of Russia not being able to make laws nevertheless recognize the separation of a man and his wife as proper, and permit them to take other husbands and wives without loss of standing."

      "A law's a law," said Sarah, sternly; "and a law should be sacred. The

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