nships are employing children of five and six
years in defiance of the Child Labor Law of this State. Are you going to
proceed against them?"

"'WOMAN IS MAN'S RAREST HERITAGE.' Do you think man ought to burn her
alive? Remember the Livingston Loomis-Ladd collar factory fire--fourteen
women killed, forty-eight maimed. In how many of the factories in
Whitewater, in which women work, are the fire laws obeyed? Do you mean
to enforce them?"

The telephone interrupted Mr. Doolittle's hateful litany.

Alien's bright young man begged to report that McMonigal's block was
held in fee simple by the widow of the late Michael McMonigal.

Mr. Doolittle juggled the leaves of the telephone directory with the
dazzling swiftness of a Japanese ball thrower, and in a few seconds he
was speaking to the relict of the late Michael.

George watched him with fevered eyes, listened with fevered ears. The
conversation, it was easy to gather, did not proceed as Mr. Doolittle
wished.

"Oh! in entire charge--E. Eliot. Oh! In sympathy yourself. Oh, come now,
Mrs. McMonigal----"

But Mrs. McMonigal did not come now. The campaign manager frowned as he
replaced the receiver.

"Widow owns the place. That Eliot woman is the agent. The suffrage gang
has the owner's permission to use the building from now on to election.
She says she's in sympathy. Well, we'll have to think of something----"

"It's easy enough," declared George. "I'll simply have a set of posters
printed answering their questions. And we'll engage sandwich men to
carry them in front of McMonigal's windows. Certainly I mean to enforce
the law. I'll give the order to the _Sentinel_ press now for the
answers--definite, dignified answers." "See here, George." Mr. Doolittle
interrupted him with unusual weightiness of manner. "It's too far along
in the campaign for you to go flying off on your own. You've got
to consult your managers. This is your first campaign; it's my
thirty-first. You've got to take advice----"

"I will not be muzzled."

"Shucks! Who wants to muzzle, anybody! But you can't say everything
that's inside of you, can you? There's got to be some choosing. We've
got to help you choose.

"The silly questions the women are displaying over there--you can't
answer 'em in a word or in two words. This city is having a boom; every
valve factory in the valley, every needle and pin factory, is makin'
munitions today--valves and needles and pins all gone by the board for
the