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A WOMAN'S STRATEGY
By Elizabeth Good ridge.
(Copyright by W.'Ck Chapman.)
"That big new building up on the
hill yonder? Wasn't there last time
you were in these parts, four years
ago? I guess you're right. It's quite
a bit of a story, though. You see, it
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"You Can't Come In, Zeke," She Ex
plained. served its purpose and but I'm be
ginning at the wrong end.
"Last time you were here we talked
about the number of unmarried wo
men in New England, didn't we? You
asked why some of 'em didn't emi
grate. Well, guess most men are
- and if they 'couldn't find 'em
wouldn't be apt to do so in
You see, though, tney say
there are two women for every man.
in this part .of New England, some of
'em ought to have got married. But
none of 'em could. Marrying seemed
to have gone out of fashion here
abouts. "There was that Elsie Winton,
whom Zeke Smith had been courting
off and on for twenty years or so.
Well, after a time Elsie naturally got
tired of him and his procrustes ways.
And Molly Bowen, about whom there
had been some talk concerning Ed
Green, the hotel man. He didn't come
up to the scratch. And there was Win
nie Custance, and Jenny White, and
Nell Pringle they didn't get their
beaux any further than the ice cream
counter, and that's how the idea came
"The folks in Boston thought at
first it was a nunnery. The Chronicle
sent one of -its reporters down to see
but he didn't get any further than the'
wicked before Elsie Winston's face
stopped him. She explained the mat
ter to him as she slammed it. 'Just
a few New England women who have
got tired of men and have decided to
live their own lives in their own way,'
"There was a round dozen of 'em,
and they farmed the land and milked
their own cows and made their own
butter. The plan was a hit from the
start, especially as Molly, who was
twenty-four and pretty for her age,
drove the cart round the houses,
wearing a mask and a loose Mother
Hubbard. But what gave everybody a
turn was the big sign standing out
side the gate, which read No Men Ad
mitted. "Zeke Smith was one of the first to
come and see what was doing. He got
as far as the wicket, 'and there Elsie
Winton's face stopped him.
" 'You can't come in, Zeke,' she ex
plained, 'being a man. I'm sorry
you're a man, because if you weren't
you'd be welcome. But we don't have
dealings with men any more, except
m a business way '
"Zeke went home sore at heait,
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