A Woman for Mayor

he chairman of the Municipal League gasped. Surely he had not heard aright. He turned to the younger woman, who sat smiling at him, confident of his support. Alas! What had he been saying?

"I am delighted to feel that we have the Municipal League behind us," Mrs. Bateman was saying. "We mean to arouse every woman in this town, and make them vote,----"

"But, ladies," began Allingham, already floundering in the dust of expediency, "have you thought?--Do you realize what you are doing? Under ordinary circumstances--in well-regulated towns perhaps,--but a woman for mayor?--In Roma? I'm afraid it wouldn't do."

"But you just said we could do anything we pleased?" began Mrs. Stillman.

"In the way of help, yes," replied the chairman, sore beset. "But this would be such an innovation."

"Now, Jack Allingham," said Mrs. Bateman, who had known him all his life, "I know this comes with a shock to you,--I know how difficult the problem seems at this minute. But don't decide now. Take time