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she decided to throw a stone. She
was put in jail at Newcastle, but the
police, knew she was a gentlewoman
and so she was treated with consid
eration in prison.
BY LADY CONSTANCE LYTTON
(Alias "Jane Warton")
A few months later I was sent to
Liverpool and Manchester to join in
working an anti-goverment campaign
during the general elections. Be
cause I had been preferred against
my sister's suffragets at Newcastle, I
joined the W. S. P. XL. (militant wing
of the suffrage movement), again
filling up the membership card as
"Jane Warton." I accomplished my
disguise in Manchester, going to a
different shop for every part of it.
I had my hair cut short and parted
in early, Victorian fashion. A tweed
hat, a long, green coat (costing $2),
a woolen scarf, a white silk necker
chief, a pair of pincnez, a net bag,
and my costume was complete.
It had been agreed by the organ
izers that I should be the only one ar
rested. The plan worked well, and I
.spent the night in Liverpool jail for
At 3:30 a. m. the Black Maria came,
and we women prisoners were put in.
The Black Maria looked like a hearse
with elephantasis. To get inside her
SEEMED A SORT OF LIVING
DEATH certainly, most literally,
like entering into another world.
Inside were tiny cells, each with a
seat. The cell was so small that my
legs, which are long, had to be tucked
up almost under my chin.
The bus conductor - policeman
cracked witticisms as he played his
part. We responded to his mood.
Knee to knee and breath to breath we
sat, fellow sisters in the Order of Out
casts. First were two girls sufficiently
drunk to make them intensely cheer
ful Then a little woman with a flutter
ing white boa and a white dress. She
was dead drunk, but her breath was
of good brandy.
After them were two who seemed
deformed with poverty, their com
plexions yellow, their hands gnarled
and worn, their faces of utmost sad
ness. Finally, another type, a woman
who looked any age, her face of ut- m
most melancholy. She had all the w
hang of a "habitual." Her clothes
were the dregs of clothes and tum
bling off her. When the van door
closed, she murmured a few broken
words to the effect that her salvation
didn't lie in prison.
Our differences were there, but, for
the time, were unimportant, whereas
the all-embracing fact was the simil
arity of our fate. The bond of the
outcast needs no seal.
The sentence was prison. The
wardresses were dear northern wom
efc, affectionate in their ways. The
matron was quite a suffraget and un
derstood our rebellion.
I had, of course, not touched food
since my arrest. The knotting in my
stomach from lack of food was fairly
painful by the second night.
When the doctors came to my cell,
I stood in the corner, with my arms
crossed and my fingers caught in my
nostrils and mouth.
It was the best position I knew to
prevent forcible feeding. The senior
medical officer asked" how long 1 had
been without food.
"Oh, then, this is the fourth day,"
he commented. "That is too long. I
shall have to feed you. I must feed
you at once."
Two of the wardresses took hold of
my arms, one held my head, another
my feet. The doctor leant on my
I shut my mouth and -clenched my
teeth. J resisted nothing except with
HE DUG HIS STEEL GAG DOWN
ONTO A SHAM TOOTH.
I must have given way, for he got
tjie gag between my teeth and pro-