"To set the more obvious injustices right, and so to pave the way for
a reform. Now look at that man digging in the field. I know him. He
can neither read nor write, he is steeped in whisky, and he has as much
intelligence as the potatoes that he is digging. Yet the man has a vote,
can possibly turn the scale of an election, and may help to decide the
policy of this empire. Now, to take the nearest example, here am I, a
woman who have had some education, who have traveled, and who have seen
and studied the institutions of many countries. I hold considerable
property, and I pay more in imperial taxes than that man spends in
whisky, which is saying a great deal, and yet I have no more direct
influence upon the disposal of the money which I pay than that fly which
creeps along the wall. Is that right? Is it fair?"
The Admiral moved uneasily in his chair. "Yours is an exceptional case,"
said he.
"But no woman has a voice. Consider that the women are a majority in the
nation. Yet if there was a question of legislation upon which all women
were agreed upon one side and all the men upon the other, it would
appear that the matter was settled unanimously when more than half the
population were opposed to it. Is that right?"
Again the Admiral wriggled. It was very awkward for the gallant seaman
to have a handsome woman opposite to him, bombarding him with questions
to none of which he could find an answer. "Couldn't even get the
tompions out of his guns," as he explained the matter to the Doctor that
evening.
"Now those are really the points that we shall lay stress upon at the
meeting. The free and complete opening of the professions, the final
abolition of the zenana I call it, and the franchise to all women
who pay Queen's taxes above a certain sum. Surely there is nothing
unreasonable in that. Nothing which could offend your principles. We
shall have medicine, law, and the church all rallying that night for the
protection of woman. Is the navy to be the one profession absent?"
The Admiral jumped out of his chair with an evil word in his throat.
"There, there, ma'am," he cried. "Drop it for a time. I have heard
enough. You've turned me a point or two. I won't deny it. But let it
stand at that. I will think it over."
"Certainly, Admiral. We would not hurry you in your decision. But we
still hope to see you on our platform." She rose and moved about in her
lounging masculine fashion from one picture to another, for the walls
were thickly covered with reminiscences of the Admiral's voyages.
"Hullo!" said she. "Surely this ship would have furled all her lower
canvas and reefed her topsails if she found herself on a lee shore with
the wind on her quarter."
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