en in thought for five years. Shall you have a Woman's
Republic, with you as President?"

"Certainly not. It is not in the German women--not yet--to crave the
grinding cares of public life. We shall make the men do the work, and we
will live for the first time. Delivered from Caesarism and junkerism and
with the advanced men of Germany at the head of a Republic, I should
feel too secure of Germany's future to demand any of the ugly duties of
government--although the women will speak through the men. Their day of
silence and submission is forever passed--"

"Same here," remarked Mimi, stretching and yawning. "Let's go to bed. I
have smoked fifty-three cigarettes and my voice is ruined. Nevertheless
I shall be a great prima donna, and you, Gisela, can chuck propaganda,
and write romance. The world will devour it after these years of
undiluted realism written in red ink on a black page. Look at the sun
trying to climb out of that mist and give us his blessing."

"I shall go for a walk," said Gisela, "and I shall go alone."

IV

1

Mrs. Prentiss and Mrs. Tolby placed a large sum of money to Gisela's
account in a Swiss bank, and this she transferred to the Bayerischer
Vereinsbank in Munich. As she had collected large sums for war relief,
and was on the board of nine war charities, no suspicion was excited.
She had given to these organizations the greater part of the small
fortune she had made from her play and other writings, not absorbed by
taxation and bond subscriptions, but there were many wealthy women,
hungry, sad, apprehensive that peace would find them paupers, upon whom
she could depend to give liberally.

There was to be no printed matter nor correspondence, but an army of
lieutenants, who, starting from certain centers, would augment their
numbers from Gisela's long list of correspondents, until it would be
possible to sound personally all the women of a district whom it was
thought wise to trust.

Gisela returned to Germany as soon as she had worked out the details of
her campaign and received the enthusiastic donation of her American
friends. Mimi Brandt, Marie von Erkel (who looked like an ecstatic fury
of the French Revolution when she realized that at last she had a role
to play in life that would not only vent her consuming energies and
ambition, but enable her to assist in the downfall of a race of men whom
she hated, both for their tyranny and indifference to brains without
beauty, with a