When we had returned to our hotel rooms I explained
the matter to her. I do not remember now where
I had acquired my own sinful knowledge, but that
night I faced ``Aunt Susan'' from the pedestal of a
sophisticated worldling.
``Don't you know what a right bower is?'' I de-
manded, sternly.
``Of course I do,'' insisted ``Aunt Susan.'' ``It's
a right-hand man--the kind one can't do without.''
``It is a card,'' I told her, firmly--``a leading card
in a game called euchre.''
``Aunt Susan'' was dazed. ``I didn't know it had
anything to do with cards,'' she mused, mournfully.
``What must they think of me?''
What they thought became quite evident. The
newspapers made countless jokes at our expense,
and there were significant smiles on the faces in the
audience that awaited us the next night. When
Miss Anthony walked upon the platform she at
once proceeded to clear herself of the tacit charge
against her.
``When I came to your town,'' she began, cheer-
fully, ``I had been warned that you were a very
religious lot of people. I wanted to impress upon
you the fact that Miss Shaw and I are religious, too.
But I admit that when I told you she was my right
bower I did not know what a right bower was. I
have learned that, since last night.''
She waited until the happy chortles of her hearers
had subsided, and then went on.
``It interests me very much, however,'' she con-
cluded, ``to realize that every one of you seemed to
know all about a right bower, and that I had to come
to your good, orthodox town to get the informa-
tion.
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