CHAPTERPAGE
I.A Doctor Returns from India[1]
II.A Mystical Parade[15]
III.The Mysterious Young Woman[22]
IV.A Suffrage Bazaar and Ball[33]
V.Hypnotism Used For An Anæsthetic[46]
VI.Some Strenuous Anti-Suffragists[56]
VII.Christian Science and Surgery[61]
VIII.The Omnipresent Eyes ff Fifth Avenue[74]
IX.Love, Jealousy And Music[82]
X.A Discussion Of Progressive Women[91]
XI.The Advancing Column of Democracy[99]
XII.A Tubercular Knee and a Worried Surgeon[117]
XIII.An Anti-Suffrage Meeting[125]
XIV.Faith Is the Basis of all Progress[140]
XV.An Evil Prophecy Begins to Bear Fruit[154]
XVI.The Mysterious Murder of Emma Bell[164]
XVII.The Arrest of Dr. John Earl[180]
XVIII.Dr. Earl is Indicted for Murder[194]
XIX.A Great Murder Trial Begins[199]
XX.A Woman and Spooks Find a Letter[211]
XXI.Silvia Holland's Great Plea to the Jury[225]

AN AMERICAN SUFFRAGETTE

CHAPTER I

A DOCTOR RETURNS FROM INDIA

Among the hundreds of people who were awaiting the arrival of the big Cunarder there were two groups, the second of which seemed determined that the first should not get far away. The young men of which this second group was composed represented the various newspapers of New York City, and while a "beat" was evidently impossible, each of them was determined to get a line for his own journal from the returning hero, Dr. John Earl, which he would not share with the others of the fraternity, and several of them held anxious consultations with their photographers who, by special permit, had been allowed upon the pier.

The other group had moved a number of times to escape the cameras, and a red-haired youth was expatiating upon the glories of American scientific achievement, concluding with a peroration that called forth an exclamation from one of the older men:

"Oh, shut up, Bedford; you sound like a Fourth of July oration. Who are the people you are trying to snapshot for your lurid sheet?" he said wearily, as becomes a Chicago newspaper man when in New York.

The red-headed one looked at him with cheerful surprise. "Don't you know anybody?" he asked. "The tall, handsome blonde is Mrs. Ramsey, wife of George Ramsey, at whose frown the great gods sit tight and the little ones scuttle to cover. Luckily, he is a kindly disposed arbiter and the Street basks under his smile."