sympathy with the brave women,' the steady voice went on, 'who are
still in prison.'
'Serve 'em jolly well right!'
'Give the speaker a chaunce, caun't ye?' said the newsvendor, with a
withering look.
It was plain this old gentleman was an unblushing adherent to the cause
(undismayed by being apparently the only one in that vicinity), ready to
cheer the chairman at every juncture, and equally ready to administer
caustic reproof to her opponents.
'Our friends who are in prison, are there simply for trying to bring
before a member of the Government----'
'Good old Effingham. Three cheers for Effingham!'
'Oh, yes,' said the newsvendor, 'go on! 'E needs a little cheerin',
awfter the mess 'e's made o' things!'
'For trying to put before a member of the Government a statement of the
injustice----'
'_That_ ain't why they're in gaol. It's fur ringin' wot's-'is-name's
door-bell.'
'Kickin' up rows in the street----'
'Oh, you shut up,' says the old champion, out of patience. 'You've 'ad
'arf a pint too much.'
Everybody in the vicinity was obliged to turn and look at the youth to
see what proportion of the charge was humour and how much was fact. The
youth resented so deeply the turn the conversation had taken that he
fell back for a moment on bitter silence.
'When you go to call on some one,' the chairman was continuing, with the
patient air of one instructing a class in a kindergarten, 'it is the
custom to ring the bell. What do you suppose a door-bell is for? Do you
think our deputation should have tried to get in without ringing at the
door?'
'They 'adn't no business goin' to 'is private 'ouse.'
'Oh, look 'ere, just take that extry 'arf pint outside the meetin' and
cool off, will yer?'
It was the last time that particular opponent aired his views. The old
man's judicious harping on the ''arf pint' induced the ardent youth to
moderate his political transports. They were not rightly valued, it
appeared. After a few more mutterings he took his 'extry 'alf pint' into
some more congenial society. But there were several others in the crowd
who had come similarly fortified, and they were everywhere the most
audible opponents. But above argument, denial, abuse, steadily in that
upper air the clear voice kept on--
'Do you think they _wanted_ to go to his house? Haven't you heard that
they didn't do that until they had exhausted every other means to get a
hearing?'
To the shower of denial and objurga
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